I have never been with a man before. Never met one who made my heart pound and my belly flip-flop. It’s kind of a shock to realize how much I want this right now. How badly I need to feel his body against mine, maybe even inside of me. Standing in his flower patch, with the soft petals brushing against my legs, this feels so much like a dream that I can’t think of it being real.
He pulls me inside his house, closing the door behind me and pushing me back against it. He growls against my mouth, and I swear I can feel it right down in my soul. My whole body responds to his touch, his hands on my waist, pulling me close.
I can already feel his hardness against my hip. He wants me. He’s wanted me since the moment I walked into the tattoo shop. It has been written all over everything that he has done, everything in the way he touches me – everything that he craves from me.
I gasp against him as he lowers his mouth to my neck, trailing his tongue over my throat. The heat makes my heart pound harder. I need him inside of me. I have never – I don’t know how to tell him that I have never done this before, but I am sure that I need to express it before this goes any further.
"Are you okay?" he murmurs against my ear, as though he can sense that there is something going through my mind right now. I nod, flick my eyes up to meet his.
"I’ve – I’ve never... I’m a virgin," I blurt out. Oh, shit. He’s going to think that I’m some uptight prude, isn’t he? Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut...
But instead, he smiles, traces a finger over my lips playfully.
"You really are old-fashioned, aren’t you?” he remarks. I smile.
"Is that going to be a problem?"
"Not if you’re willing to let me make you come," he replies. "Because I don’t think I can let you walk out of here without hearing you orgasm..."
He kisses me again, and his words sear through me, branding themselves on my brain like they have always belonged there. I am nervous, sure, but I know that I am doing the right thing, giving in to him, to this, to everything that comes with it.
He leads me to a couch, where he eases me down, standing over me as he leans down to plant a kiss on my cheek, brushing his lips over the very corner of my mouth. My whole body feels as though it is seizing up. I can’t control this – can't control myself. I don’t want to.
He drops to his knees in front of me, and I reach for him, pulling him close, already knowing what he wants to do to me. I ache for it, ache for him.
He pushes up my dress, my thighs exposed. My panties wet. He groans, running his callused hands over my skin, easing my knees apart as he kneels before me. He plants a kiss on the inside of my thigh and I can feel the roughness of his stubble against my skin – I let out a helpless moan, run my fingers through his hair, loving the feel of him there. Loving the knowledge that he is willing to do anything that he can to take me where I need to go.
"I want to taste you," he tells me, and his eyes flick up to meet mine as he brushes his lips further up my thigh. As though I am going to tell him to stop.
My breath tearing out of me, I nod, and he moves up a little further. I can’t take my eyes off of him, don’t even know how I could right now. I just want to feel him taste me, feel his lips touch my...
"Oh,” I whimper as he pulls down my panties and plants his mouth against my bare pussy for the first time. I keep myself well groomed, and he seems to like the way I taste, the way I look.
“Fuck, your pussy is sweet.” He pets me. “And you look so pure, so ripe, so fucking hot.” His mouth lowers again, his tongue against my folds.
The sensation is so new and so shocking that it takes me a moment to work out if I like it or not – but then, his tongue extends further, caressing over my clit, and my body sinks back into the couch as all the tension leaks from my muscles at once.
"Ohh, Shotgun," I moan, and I grasp his head, holding him in place as he starts to go down on me, my feet lifting to the edge of the couch, my knees splayed open as I grant him access to all of me.