Valentine's Day Virgin

I’ve never felt someone’s skin so intimately. His cock is pressed against my stomach, huge and hard and ready, there even as he kisses me. Eric’s mouth is sweet with my juices, and it relaxes me, kissing him. This is familiar territory. We’ve done this before. I love the feeling of his mouth and I could fall into this sensation forever.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks.

I bite my lip and nod. This is happening. I’m going to have sex. Nerves spike along with my excitement. I hope that I’m not terrible at this, that he doesn’t entirely regret it. That I’m not so bad at it that he’ll want to stop.

He sees the thoughts on my face, and speaks softly, confidently. “We’re going to go as slow as you need. We’ll stop if we have to let you adjust, but we’re going to do this.”

“Okay,” I breathe.

He sits back, reaching between us and parting my legs. I close my eyes, and I feel him fit himself against me, and then he pushes in.

Oh God. He’s big. He’s too big. He’s not going to fit, but it feels good and strange and he’s not really in me, just barely the entrance. “Sally, look at me.” I open my eyes. “Keep your eyes on me. Tell me if you’re okay.”

“You’re too big,” I say.

A slow smile appears on his face. “Thank you for the compliment, but I’ll fit, baby.”

“Then I’m okay.”

Slowly, so slowly, he pushes in a little further. It’s pleasure and tightness and so, so strange. I reach up, my hands on his arms, bracing and holding on. A little further, and it becomes unbearably tight, almost painful. Even with how wet I am. “Wait,” I say.

He stops, looks at me.

“It’s going to hurt. I can feel it.”

“Let your body adjust.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know how.”

Leaning down, he kisses me softly, “Let me help.” A hands sneaks between our bodies, and his thumb brushes across my clit, echoing through me in a way I’ve never felt. Nerves that haven’t awoken tingle with the feeling of his cock inside, trying to enter. Eric strokes and strokes and strokes and those movements match those of his tongue, and God I love this feeling.

Suddenly he slips further in, and it’s tight, but not terrible. He wasn’t pushing, I just relaxed. “Good girl,” he whispers against my lips.

But he doesn’t stop kissing me, touching me as he presses in a millimeter at a time. I can feel that he’s not even in half way, and yet I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this. My pussy contracts, and the feeling of him inside is nothing like any toy I’ve ever felt. It’s alive and vital and hot.

Eric groans when I squeeze him. “You feel so fucking good, Sally.”

“Really?”

His eyes open, and he searches my face, stopping all movement. “You wondered?”

“It’s my first time,” I say. “I could be bad at it.”

He smiles and rocks his hips a little deeper. “You could never be bad at this, Sally. You’re beautiful and sexy and brave, and I’m honored that you’re sharing your body with me.” I blush, looking away, but he pulls my gaze back to his. “And no matter how long this takes, never doubt that this feels so good that I’m holding back from fucking you until you scream.”

I shiver at his words, pussy contracting again. He shifts in, and I gasp at the sharp edges of pain and combined deep pleasure. “Breathe, Sally.”

I haul in a breath, and let it out. He’s stretching me to the limit and I don’t want him to stop. But I’m freezing up, and things are spinning in my head and I don’t know how to do this. “Help me,” I say. “Please.”

Eric’s hand curves under my head, fingers weaving in my hair and cradling me as he lowers his face to mine. “It’s going to hurt a little, but I promise, after it’s going be amazing. I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

I nod, and let him kiss me. I close my eyes, again, choosing to trust him, trust that he’ll take care of me.

Eric rocks his hips and he inches forward, cock sliding deeper and I can’t cry out because his mouth is covering mine. And then he’s deeper and deeper and deeper and I don’t think I can take more but I do. My body is pulsing around him, trying to figure out what this is, how this feels and how to react. It can’t decide between pleasure and pain until suddenly there’s a burst of pleasure deep within me and Eric stops.

He pulls back but only for a moment. “That’s all of me, Sally. My cock is completely inside you.”

I moan, because I don’t have words. My brain is scrambled, and my body is adjusting, relaxing, realizing that this isn’t bad. This is nice. I feel complete in a way I haven’t felt ever, full and stuffed and bursting. But also, safe. Surrounded by Eric’s body, being taken from him, it feels like nothing bad can ever happen again.

And I suddenly smile, because I remember that it’s still Valentine’s Day. I’m having sex, and it’s on Valentine’s Day. Deep contentment spreads through me as I look at him, and my smile is reflected on Eric’s face.

He hasn’t moved an inch, seated deep inside me. “You’re going to fuck me now?” I ask.

“No,” he says. “You’re not ready for that. But trust me Sally, when your body can handle it, I will fuck you senseless.”

He moves then, and I’m shocked that a movement that small can make me feel so much. Eric rocks his hips, making his cock rock into me a touch deeper, and again I feel that burst of internal pleasure that’s so new and so strange.

He rocks again, and again, and again, and suddenly I feel an orgasm coming. My clit is so sensitive that I can feel it, and every time he brushes it, I’m shaking with pleasure. But this other feeling building deep in my gut is vast and overwhelming and it’s never happened before, even when I used toys.

“Eric,” I say, “I—”

“Let it happen,” he says. “I’ve got you.”

That quick rocking motion takes me up higher and higher with every little thrust hitting that spot inside that’s making fireworks behind my eyes. And suddenly it’s there, and I’m falling over the edge and into pleasure with an orgasm that feels like sinking into a warm ocean. It rises and covers my body with pleasure like a blanket, wraps me up and rises to a peak before sinking through me and out.

And we’re still connected, Eric staring down at me with awe and lust and I smile up at him. “I like not being a virgin,” I tell him.

“You are so fucking sexy when you come.”

I feel a surge of confidence. This feels good, and I want more of him. “Make me do it again.”

He smiles, feral and hungry. “Are you ready for more?”

I nod, wrapping my arms around him to pull him closer.

“Good. Wrap your legs around my hips.”

I obey, and immediately groan because the change in position makes him feel bigger, lets him slide home to that place of pleasure without any movement.

This time, he’s not just rocking his hips. Eric pulls back, and slides into me again. Not a full thrust, and I know that he’s still holding back, but this feels like more. Bigger. My body is so aroused that I don’t have to work for an orgasm to surface, it’s already there waiting, and I come again on his third thrust, crying out into his ear. Pleasure is splashing over me and I don’t want it to end. Everything is new and raw and overwhelming and I know that I’m not going to stop coming.

r />   And I don’t. Eric takes his time, thrusting into me and my body responds by letting me live in a world of pleasure. This is perfect, and I hope that it’s always going to be like this.

I don’t want it to end. Ever.

I know that it’s impossible. Love this fast isn’t real. It can’t be, right? It’s not possible. And yet the feeling that’s growing in my chest doesn’t feel like it can be anything else. It’s impossible and fragile and most of all it’s true.

I’m very much falling for Eric Marshall, and as he thrusts into me again I accept it. Stranger things in this world have happened. Stranger things happen every day.

I come again, my vision disappearing. All I can feel is pleasure blooming, and suddenly Eric’s thrusts become erratic. “Sally,” he says, and I hold onto him as he thrusts a little harder. My body is so awash with pleasure that the little bit of pain doesn’t matter, makes it better, and I lift my hips to meet his, pull his mouth to mine as I feel his release.

He groans as he thrusts into me a final time, holding himself deep as his cock jerks. It feels like it’s a moment that’s infinite.

When he’s finished he presses his forehead to mine with a breathy laugh. “You are very thoroughly not a virgin anymore, Ms. Landing.”

I giggle. “I know.”

He slips out of me and off me, disappearing for a moment, but then suddenly he’s back, beside me pulling me against his body and a blanket over us together.

I pout at him. “There’s no more?”

“There will definitely be more,” he laughs.

“Then why have we stopped?”

Eric raises an eyebrow. “You’re not tired?”

I hadn’t realized that I was until he said that. “Oh.”

He chuckles again, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Rest, and dream of how much more there will be.”

I close my eyes and drift off into sleep, on Valentine’s Day, in the arms of a man that I’m falling in love with.

When I wake the sun is shining over the city and Eric’s arm is slung over my waist, hand cupping one of my breasts. My body is sore, but not terrible. It feels kind of nice, because I know why it’s sore, and I’d take that pain all over again.