First Love Only Love (The Life 2)

My attempts to fit him into my mouth were futile, he was just too long, too thick in places to fit, and that place between my thighs trembled and wept with anticipation of feeling him there. “Enough!” His harsh denial almost sent me scurrying from the bed until I realized he wasn’t pushing me away but instead became the aggressor.

GABRIEL

Her innocence almost made me embarrass myself. Apparently, she has no idea what her playing with my cock, licking it this way, and that to her heart’s content would do to me. I was iron-hard, my cock already leaking precum, making itself ready to take her.

Even as I rolled her to her back and leaned over her, I could’ve stopped. If she’d looked afraid, made any sound that gave me pause, I would’ve pulled her shirt back on instead of easing the zipper of her jeans down over her hip, down her thighs, and off, taking her blue silk panties with them.

My nostrils flared when I caught her scent, my eyes drawn to the soft thatch of jet-black hair between her thighs. Now I became the tormentor as I played my fingers through that silky pelt, mesmerizing. My heart beat in my ears and cock making it thump against the mattress as I teased her juices from her with my fingertips.

She moved against the sheets sensually, her thighs coming together, entrapping my hand before spreading open again as if beckoning me inside. Now I was as lost as she was when she was the one at play. I got caught up in the sights and sounds she made, distracted by the feel of her beneath my fingers, and swore I heard the strains of our song.

I looked up to find that she’d had the iPod in bed with her and had turned it back on. It was the death knell to any resistance I still had left. Now when I touched her, my movements were more sure; I didn’t feel the need to hold back; she was with me all the way.

That knowledge unlocked something inside me, and I felt like a bird that had finally found its wings. As the song played, I moved up beside her from my place between her thighs. My fingers glided and explored as she held me captivated.

I reached down between her thighs, letting her soft pubic hair tickle my palm as I searched her folds, going further this time. I held my breath as my finger breached her for the first time, my heart beating out of time as part of me still couldn’t believe that we were here, that I was doing this to her, with her.

“Give me your tongue.” She’s so innocent, the way she peeked just the tip of her tongue out to me. I covered her mouth gently and teased it the rest of the way into mine as my finger slipped into her, past her tight folds and beyond to that place that only I had better ever venture.

She moaned and keened into my mouth as my fingers moved gently inside her, going deeper and deeper still until I felt her innocence on my fingertip. I expected to find that that piece of flesh that proclaimed her untouched, but I hadn’t expected the way it would make me feel. Hadn’t expected the possessiveness that would come awake inside me.

I think I growled into her mouth. I’m not sure. Between the music and her soft pleas into my mouth, I was no longer focused on anything else but her and her pleasure. She moved against my hand, her hips picking up speed as need arose.

In my mind, I saw myself take her in a million ways, but for her first time, there was only one. “You ready?” She looked back at me with those eyes, now shining with lust and some other sweet emotion that pierced my soul. I held them with mine as I slid between her thighs, removing my hand to replace it with my cock that I was now afraid might be too much for her to take.

Too late, she felt the cold precum-covered tip against her heated walls, and that’s all it took. She lifted her hips to meet mine and where I wanted to go slow so as not to hurt her unnecessarily, but her need was too great.

I wasn’t fast enough to stop her when she reached around to grab my ass or when she pushed herself onto my cock until the thick girth got stuck inside her, just shy of her maidenhead. “Wait, baby; you’ll hurt yourself.” I still kidded myself that I was in control, that I could pull out at any time.

“I have to stretch you a bit; tell me if I hurt you. Don’t let me hurt you.” I eased back the four or so inches I’d had inside her and slid in again, using the fat head of my cock and the thickness there to open her up for more.