Now that I think about it, not a lot of words were exchanged. It might have been because of how comfortable we were with each other or because he was embarrassed as well. Our breathing, the sound of my heels on the floor, and the clicking of the closing door were the only sounds that could be heard.
He led me to the front of his bed and I stood in front of him. For a very brief moment, nothing happened. It was like we were frozen. When I realised that he was not going to do anything, I quickly moved my hands up to the first button of his shirt. I remember how sweaty my palms were as I undressed him. I brushed it off as the anticipation. However, I know that I was somewhat scared.
What if my first time really was supposed to be my first boyfriend?
I did not allow myself to get disrupted by those thoughts. After untucking his shirt from his pants, I tried pulling it off him. He chuckled when he saw me struggling and removed it himself. He tossed it somewhere in the room and we were back to being still.
Was I supposed to take off my own dress even though I undressed him?
I remember vividly the anxious feeling I had of being nervous that he would change his mind. So, I turned around, grabbed my hair, pulling it to one side. I did so to expose the zipper of my dress; hoping that he would get the message. I felt his trembling hands touch my back before he unzipped it.
The atmosphere was tensed so I tried saying something funny.
"So you usually wait for girls to tell you to undress them?"
He stayed silent for a couple of seconds and then he smirked.
"They are usually already naked and waiting for me."
We both chuckled while I rolled my eyes. I felt proud of myself for making him smile. My dress fell on the ground and I stepped out of it. I stayed in front of him with my matching lingerie and high heels.
"You really planned this, huh?"
I nodded. I did not trust my voice at this point. I did not want him to think that I had changed my mind, but he was right, I did plan it.
I got closer to him and traced his body with my hands. At that time, I did not dare touch his nipples. I was foolish. I should have. My hands went down the front of his pants until I felt soft hair grazing my palm. I could tell he was somewhat excited as well, I could see his muscles twitch as if he was straining to hold them. I reached for his belt and unbuckled it.
I don't know why I did what I'm going to tell you about next, but one thing I am sure of, it was a bad idea.
In one swift moment, I just dropped to my knees and pulled down his pants. The way George sucked his breath in should have been a warning. He was not expecting this and I am sure that he was not expecting me to yank down his boxers as well. His cock sprang out and was in front of my face. He did not say anything but just watched me.
I was in awe. I tried jerking him off quickly, not wanting to make him change his mind. I was probably really bad at it. It was my first time touching a cock. I still remember how it felt, the rough and still somewhat smooth texture. How it was heavier than I had imagined and how it was oozing cum.
Then, without using spit or the oozing cum, I tried jerking him off way too hard. At that time, I thought I was doing a good job. I didn't think anything of it when he quickly grabbed my hand and told me, "Tonight is about you, not about me," but I'm sure he did it just to stop me from hurting him.
He helped me back up and then turned around, gently pushing me onto the bed. The moment my back touched the mattress, I froze. I remember thinking 'shit's about to get real.'
He came down to my face and quickly gave me a peck on the lips. He slowly travelled back down and placed kisses all over my body. It did feel good. I guess because it was my first time experiencing someone else's lips on my body, it was electrical.
He did not remove my bralette, just pushed it down exposing my breasts to him. He sucked on my nipples and for the first time, my back arched. I reveled in this new type of pleasure that made me buck my hips and put my hand in his hair. It was almost too much but at the same time, it felt so right. It was an aching pleasure that I did not want to stop.
He did not leave my other nipple without attention though. He used his rough fingers to pull and pinch it. I felt both of my nipples hardened and when he pulled back, I whined. I did not understand what was happening to me but I knew that I loved it.
He moved to my stomach, slowly rubbing his hands over my skin and kissing me everywhere. He smiled when he heard me and laughed because of how ticklish I was. He kissed my belly button one last time before moving to my panty covered mound. He gently blew on it and oddly, it felt good. However, I had not realised that he was stopping me from moving my hips by wrapping his arm around me until I instinctively bucked them.
He raised my hips, pulled down my panties and put them away. At first, I did not want him to go down on me, I was too shy and too insecure about what he might think. I was worried about my scent and how I tasted down there. I was surprised when he slowly rubbed my freshly shaved pussy with his palm. Later, he told me that he was appreciating the view. He told me that he went slowly because he wanted me to be sure about my decision.
However, I did not have time to tell him that I was too insecure. He used one of his big hands to raise my hips and the other, to slowly explore my cunt. He collected the moisture that was coming out of me and rubbed it around till my wetness completely covered my sex. He licked me all the way down to my ass and then back up to the very top of my lips where he started toying with my clit. My hips were writhing on their own, and I remember having to fight just to keep my eyes open.
I wanted to see what he was doing to me.
It felt oh, so good. It was at that moment that I realised that although I did give the same treatment to myself when masturbating, it is different when it is someone else doing it to me. It was the anticipation and the desperate waiting that made everything more arousing and more pleasurable.
After he had me squirming on the bed under his fingers, he lowered his face, licking and sucking my clit. At this point, I could feel my clit pulsating in his hot mouth. I remember how he looked up at me, and how sexy the whole situation was. The way he was looking at me made me feel so vulnerable and yet so good about myself. He was letting out moans and groans, almost growling while continuing his blissful assault on my body.
Because of how submerged I was in these new feelings, I almost did not notice one of his very thick fingers at my entrance. It was impossible for me to tense up as my mind was totally focused on the pleasure. When he slid it in, I realized that one of his fingers was thicker than two of my fingers, which is what I normally used on myself. He fingered me until he suddenly added a second finger and started to slowly stretch me. I felt a slight burn but with his mouth on me, the burn added to the pleasure.
"Your cunt is so tight, Emma."
My eyes widened. Something shot into me. It felt good to hear this crude word coming from his mouth. It was the first time that I heard him using such words. I felt myself clench around his fingers and my hips would have bucked violently if he was not holding me down.
He must have noticed because he smirked before going back to work on me. He continued moaning, while fingering me. Eventually, he found my g-spot and started to rub it. I kept clenching on his fingers, as if my body did not believe what was happening.
Then I felt it...
...the building pleasure accumulating inside me. The pleasure again became too much, but I did not want, would not ALLOW it to stop. My hand went to his hair, pulling him closer to me while clenching my thighs around his head. I did not want it to stop. It kept going and going, becoming more intense with each lick, suck and movement of his fingers. My mouth was slack, I was moaning loudly and when I looked down, I saw him looking at me. He saw me and knew.
He started moving more furiously wanting to take me over the edge. What really made me cum was when he started humming and growling. He became so animalistic. The foreign and unexpected vibrations pushed me over the top and I came. My very first orgasm was an intense one, my hips kept bucking and I pulled him closer to me. I arched my back and I felt pleasure coursing through my body. I remember tears were streaming down my face.
I could not move for some seconds, my mind too focused on the pleasure that I had been chasing for years. Then, the sparks became less and less intense until he slowed and his touches became too much. I parted my thighs and he moved his face away from me. I could see his face glistening with my juices and I could feel my thighs covered in them as well. He finally removed his fingers which were drenched in my juices as well.
He looked at me into my eyes and looked back his fingers,
"Taste yourself. You taste good."
He moved his fingers to my mouth and gently probed my mouth with them. I parted my lips and when he moved his fingers inside my mouth, I closed my mouth and began to suck. Not being too experienced, I remember my teeth grazing his fingers. I can imagine him thanking the Gods for not letting me suck him at that time.
I was tasting myself for the first time and I liked it. I tasted pretty good, almost tasteless with a slight tang to it. I could see him, admiring me while I sucked his fingers clean.
He eventually pulled away and sat back, still looking at me. I felt how uncertain he was, I guess he was unsure about the outcome of our actions, but I did not want him to stop. Not when I was so close to my goal. In order to encourage him, I propped myself up and kissed him.
"It's okay, you know? I want this. I promise nothing's gonna change after this alright, G?"
He kissed me back and nodded, but he looked as if he could not believe what was happening. He pushed me back onto the mattress and continued kissing me. I like to think that he was as nervous as I was.
He got back on his knees, spat in his hand and started stroking his hard cock. From my position his cock seemed thick, almost thicker than my wrist. I was worried about the pain that I was going to feel.
