Under the Mistletoe

"Keep the apron on, please," I tell him, remembering how turned on I was when I showed up and he was wearing it.

"You're sure?" he asks.

I nod and point to the couch.

"And one other thing, please. I am not losing my virginity in a kitchen."

He looks up from between my breasts, startled.

“You’re a virgin?”

"I really am, Denue."

He nods and says, “Well then.”

I feel his arm snaking up my back, and he hoists me onto his chest.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Someplace special," he says. “Worthy enough for your first time.”

I close my eyes and take his full head of hair in my hands. His open mouth is on my breasts, sucking my rock-hard nipples. One of his arms is under my ass, with one hand teasing my inner thigh.

He leads me to a part of the house that smells like vanilla, opens a wide oak door, and then shuts it with his foot. Then he eases me off of him and onto the bed and kisses me again.

"I have never slept in this bed before," he says.

I look around. The walls are still wet with paint.

"I want it to be a meditation room,” he continues. “A place I can just come to after a long day and think. It's special to me, Nellie. And I want it to be special to you."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I have wanted to know you better for the longest time. Honestly, do you think I would be chatting with anyone else at those ungodly hours?" he says. "I think we've been given a golden opportunity, each to finally be with a person who gets us."

“Yeah, but…”

I start to think about our age difference, not to mention the difference in experience levels between us. And the fact that he’s my boss and we could get in trouble at work.

"Doesn't matter if we love the same shows or food or sleep schedules," he says, to shush me, even though I wasn’t going to mention any of those trivial things. "I just want to feel you now. In this moment. To show you a good time."

There is no sound in here. No outside influence. It's just us and the purple fire burning in our hearts, his breath shuddering on top of my breath.

"Okay," I say, and dive for his mouth.

His warm tongue meets mine at the tip, and I delve into pleasurable sucking and licking. With gentle purpose, I take his apron off, and he slides onto my body with ease. It hardens at the warm entrance of my pussy. Denue pushes me onto the pillows, holds my face in his hands and caresses my cheek with his thumbs.

"I'll take care of you. Always."

He pushes himself into my wet crevice, and tenderly whispers into my ear. I feel every throb and each pulse of his big cock, as well as every inch of my undiscovered territory spreading for him to dominate.

He takes his time, slipping inch after inch of himself into me. Air leaves my lungs, and pain engulfs my entire being. My eyes get wet, and he kisses them.

"I'll hold it there for a minute."

"Okay."

"Is this okay?"

"Yes."

I feel full, complete, and oddly, safe. He feels fantastic where he is. Nothing has ever felt this good in my life.

His weight is even on my frame, and the pressure building up behind his balls warms me.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he asks.

Courage simmers inside of me, and I say, "Yes, please. Fuck me, Denue."

I widen my legs and clamp the walls of my already full pussy tighter around his hard cock. I tug on his taught buttocks with my feet and pull his face in for another kiss. Our shoulders meet, and his hands go behind me, fitting my ass cheeks into his hands.

And he thrusts, causing me to tense with pain. But once he’s all the way inside, all I feel is pleasure.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck. Fuck. Oh, Denue, fuck, yes."

I feel his ragged breathing on my neck, and I taste the salt on his lips. Everything feels dotted and dreamy, the more I look at it, and I close my eyes and widen my mouth for his tongue to fit further down my throat.

Our nipples graze each other. Instead of pain, all I feel now is glorious ecstasy washing over me, running under my skin, covering my back, and going through the tips of my hair. The electric charges pulsing from his thick cock render us both wild and passionate.

“Your pussy feels so tight and good,” he says. “I love how I’m all the way inside you.”

"Your big cock is filling it all the way up.”

“I love cramming you and stuffing you full.”

My core shakes and rumbles as my first penetrative wave of orgasm washes over me. I hold on to his strong arms as screams of pleasure rock through my throat.