Dash lifts my shirt and guides it over my head. With utter slowness, he runs his tongue down my neck, across the top of my breasts and down the center of my stomach. Every muscle in my body is shaking as his tongue slips across my lower belly.
He unbuttons my shorts and tugs them down, taking my panties with them. His eyes glow as he looks at my pussy and licks his lips.
“Fuck, that's beautiful,” he says, blowing warm air over my pussy as he speaks. The tip of his tongue flicks my clit. “You taste so damn good.” He flattens his tongue and drags it down through my folds.
“Mm,” I moan, biting my bottom lip and pulling it into my mouth. My brain is mush as he laps my juice and licks my pussy from top to bottom.
Every thought is quickly slapped away by the intense surge of heat that floods my body. He sucks my clit into his mouth, releasing it with a wet pop. My hands clutch the blanket, tearing and ripping as he works my pussy.
My back arches high off the bed. Dash places his hand on my belly and pushes me back down, holding me in place. I'm close to coming, so close I slam my knees shut, crushing the sides of his skull.
He pulls his mouth away right before I come. I look down at him with wild eyes, wondering why he stopped.
“Uh uh,” he tsks me. “Not yet,” he says lifting up on his knees. He pulls his jeans down, his cock bouncing free as he takes his boxers off. “I want to come with you.” Fumbling with his wallet, he takes out a condom and slips it on.
I spread my legs open as he crawls up between them. His cock is thick and swollen, thinning the condom to a thin sheen around his length. The tip is so engorged it looks like it's going to explode out the end.
“Take me, Dash,” I say, my voice low as a whisper. “I need you.”
“I know you do, and I need you too.” He slowly presses his hips forward, driving his cock into my heat.
I wrap my arms around his back as he lays himself down and pushes the last inch of his dick inside my pussy. I can feel his cock pulse as he stays still for a moment, allowing my body to adjust around him.
It doesn't hurt this time, not like the first. This is euphoric, a feeling like nothing I've ever experienced before. My walls tighten around him as he shifts his hips, pulling his cock out to the tip, then slowly pushing back in.
He's taking his time. Every move is precise, planned, and made to pleasure me. He isn't focusing on himself; he's focusing on me. His eyes are open, watching me as he pistons his hips.
The tips of his fingers softly brush the outside of my face, his lips kissing me with tenderness. Nothing about this is rushed. I can feel the emotions flowing between us. Sparks fly between kisses; heavy breathing erupts between thrusts.
Beads of sweat form across Dash's forehead as he starts to move faster, and with more power. He throws his hips forward, going so deep I can feel him in my lower belly. His lips bruise mine as he steals a moan from my mouth with a kiss.
I can't help but feel that I was meant to meet this man. This feels too right for it to be wrong. I gave him something I've never given to another man, and now, right here as he steals me away with another night of passion, I'm giving him something else.
A piece of my heart.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I don't know where I'll be next week, or a month from a now, but I know I'll always have this. I'll have this pleasure. I'll have this feeling to look back on. And wherever we end up, a small part of my heart will belong to him.
I'm not sure if every girl feels this way about her first, but I do.
The orgasm is growing, filling my entire body with warmth. I'm so damn close, and he knows it. He fucks me harder, faster, until the room is spinning, and I scream out in pleasure.
My body explodes as tingles surge through me, making my toes curl and my eyes snap shut. There are colors behind my lids, bright pinks and blues that burst like fireworks in the black sky.
Dash drives his face into my shoulder, and groans. His body is shaking as his cock jerks and throbs in my pussy. I can feel his cock turn rock solid as he comes, and the beat in his shaft that's pulsing like a heartbeat.
His breathing is heavy as he turns his face to kiss my cheek. “I want you to know something,” he says, his words weak and scattered like he just ran a marathon.