“Oh, well…good. I'm nervous, too, I mean.”
He smiles and begins to walk slowly toward me. “I want to do everything with you, Brynn. The idea of being the first one to show you…everything…” He takes a deep breath. “But I'm going to go slowly. You have to tell me if I'm ever moving too quickly, alright? It's going to be hard for me not to get caught up in the moment.”
I nod and realize that I've been holding my breath while he's been talking. He stops just in front of me and wraps his arms around my waist, then leans his head forward until his forehead rests against mine.
“Come to bed,” he whispers. A thrill of pleasure runs through me.
“You don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that.” He grins widely and presses his lips against mine. In contrast to our recent urgent caresses, this one is slow and gentle. Perhaps because we know we're finally on the same page, and we have all night to spend with each other. His tongue delicately flicks against mine, and I feel his hands move under my ass and pick me up. He spins and walks to the bed, setting me down in a seated position on the edge. “Is there anything…in particular you want tonight?”
“I just want you,” I reply with a shrug.
“Well, that I can do.” He grabs the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. I bite my lip. The tightness and size of his muscles always takes me aback. I lean forward and nuzzle my nose into the hair just under his belly button, then softly kiss him. I hear a low grunt from the back of his throat and lean back to look at him questioningly. He's looking down at me like he's about to devour me in one bite, but he takes a deep breath and kneels down in front of me, spreading my knees apart so he can push right up against me. He pulls me toward him and opens my lips with his.
As our tongues meet, I feel his fingertips gliding softly over the top of my camisole, barely touching my right breast. I press forward into his hand, but he pulls back. I quickly learn my lesson and stay still as his fingers return, teasingly running just under the fabric. Finally I feel him reach up with both hands and pull the cotton down and hook it under my breasts so it stays put.
He dips his head and pulls my breasts together, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, then quickly moving over to the other. I moan and tilt my head back as my hands grip the comforter beside me. He backs off and takes the bottom hem of my shirt, pulling it off over my head.
“You have the most gorgeous breasts,” he breathes, palming them as though he's sculpting clay.
“Really? I've always been self-conscious of them.”
“Why?” He looks at me in shock. “They're perfect.” He leans forward to kiss me softly, then begins to unbutton his jeans.
“Wait, um, can I?” I stop him. He smiles at me and stands. I slowly reach forward and finish unbuttoning them, then move the zipper down. I can feel his eyes on me, but I keep my gaze on what I know is waiting for me underneath his denim. The arch of his cock is pressing against his boxer-briefs as I push his jeans past his knees. I pause and then take the sides of his waistband and pull them out and around. His thick mushroom tip springs out as soon I pull the boxers down. He's so big that I can't begin to imagine how he's going to fit inside me.
My worry must read on my face, because he says, “We'll take it slow.” I nod and push the boxers down to his jeans, holding them as he steps out of them. I gulp as I'm face-to-face again with his manhood. “Have you ever…?” he asks leadingly, nodding down at himself.
“Never,” I reply.
“Give me your hands.” I obey, reaching up to place mine in his large outstretched palms. He places one on his thigh, and brings the other to his shaft. He wraps it around the base, and then moves it up to his tip, then back down. “Just like that. Nice and easy at first.” He removes his hand and I keep going, feeling the soft, veiny skin of his cock ripple slightly at my touch. He takes my other hand and places it on his balls, massaging them with me. His hands then drop by his sides, and I look up to see his eyes closing and his lips parting.
Instinctively, I lean forward and, tucking my lips over my teeth, I take him inside my mouth. I hear him gasp and I smile inwardly. He doesn't know that I've read my fair share of dirty books, even if I've never actually put anything into practice. I keep moving my mouth down his length, seeing how far in I can take him. I stop when he hits the back wall of my mouth, though I'm still not at his base, and then begin to slide back out.
“Oh, fuck, Brynn. You sure you've never done this before?” he asks me, eyes wide as I swirl my tongue around his tip and then pull him back inside my mouth. I move my hand back to his balls and massage him again as I move up and down his dick. I hear him moan and feel his hand move to the back of my head, his fingers grasping my hair. “Enough,” he grunts, pulling his hips back. “Stand up.”
Normally when Nate takes that tone with me or orders me around, it really gets under my skin. But right now, it's turning me the hell on. I jump to my feet. He abruptly takes the elastic waist of my pants and yanks them to the ground. We stand facing each other naked, the air between us charged. Without taking his eyes off mine, he reaches forward and between my legs. I cry out softly as he slips one finger over my wet clit, and then inside me. I almost fall forward at the strength of my reaction to his touch, and have to grab onto his shoulders to support myself. He pulls me into him so that I'm curled against his chest, my head resting just under his chin.
His finger moves in and out of me, and his thumb flicks over my clit. I reach down and begin to run my hand up and down his cock like he showed me, though I'm so turned on that I'm hardly aware of what I'm doing.
“You're almost ready,” he whispers. He pulls his hand out of me and picks me up under the armpits and tosses me onto the bed. In a second he's pushing my legs apart and kneeling between them. His head ducks down and I buck wildly as his tongue takes a long lick of my clit. I feel him slip two fingers inside me, and can feel him pressing them all around, stretching me out. His tongue circles and flicks against me the whole time, until I begin to unravel.
“Oh, Nate, oh, yes!” I cry out, but he stops. I gasp at the sudden lack of contact and pick up my head to look at him. He's no longer between my legs, but standing to get something out of his jeans. He smiles at me as he shows me the condoms he's taking out of his pocket. He rips one off and pulls it open with his teeth, then tosses the rest on the bed next to me as he walks back. I watch as he holds it to his tip and then unrolls it down his shaft. Then he kneels back on the bed, his legs between mine, and lies down on top of me with his weight on his elbows.