He Bought Me

18

My head is swimming, my heart is racing, my body is still. I'm completely naked, on my back, waiting for Boris as he puts on a condom. I'm breathing heavily and I pray that Boris won't notice. I don't understand why I'm like this, I'm nervous but not about having sex for the first time.

"Alright" he climbs on me, placing himself between my legs. He leans down to kiss me but I stop him. "What's wrong?"

"How are we doing this?"

"Um..." he shakes his head, "You want me to just start?"

"I don't want us kissing, then you just start out of the blue"

"Trust me, ok?"

I nod. He leans down and kisses my neck softly, it calms my quicken pulse. He presses his body harder against mine, the condom also rubs against me and I can't help but wince. Borsi supports his body weight on one elbow then slides his other hand down my body to my sex. His lips return to mine as he softly rubs me.

"You're so wet" he groans into my mouth, I moan into his. He parts the kiss as he removes his hand. Our eyes are locked as he puts his finger in his mouth, I cringe. "What?" he chuckles.

"That's kinda gross"

"Coming from the person who swallows my cum every fucking time you suck me"

"Hey" I playfully hit his back. He laughs, again, it's music to my ears.

He smirks, "Plus, you taste fucking delicious"

"Ok!" I whine.

He pecks my lips then rests his forehand. "Are you scared?" his voice lower than a whisper.

"Yes and no" I admit to myself and him. My heart is beating so fast, I fear he can feel it, most likely.

His forehead leaves mine and he peers into my eyes, "I promise to go slow and be careful"

I nod uncontrol then he licks his lips. He places himself at my entrance. Not wanting to, I close my eyes and prepare myself. His lips softly touch mine then he slowly enters me. I gasp and wince at the pain, my eyes screw shut. The pinching from his fingers was nothing compared to his penis.

"Fuck" he inhales sharply. We stay still for a moment, giving me time to adjust but I don't think I can, he's too big. The worst part, it's only his tip and I already feel like that's enough. "Can I move?" he groans. I take a breather then nod. He gently pulls out a little. I swallow my groans of pain and nod again.

Boris carefully moves in and out of me. A whimper escaping my lips every once in a while.

"Do you...holy fuck...do you wan-want me to stop?" Boris grunts. I can tell he's not used to this, moving slow and careful, he's holding back so much.

"No" a tear falls from my eye, "Deeper, ok?" I can hear my accent, slipping.

His eyebrows sew together, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," the first time I actually answer with words. He kisses me before sliding deeper and I relive the pain I have just adjusted to. He swallows my whimpers then parts our lips.

"You're doing so good, baby" he kisses my jaw.

I wrap my arms around him and bury my head into the neck. I just want to hold him. His arms tighten around me.

The pain grows bearably. "Boris..." I manage to moan. It was a mistake, Boris lost control and roughly thrusts into me, I shriek pain.

"I'm sorry" he groans, "Just...don't speak right now"