She was all pale skin and soft curves, narrow waist and gently flared hips, a neat patch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs. I could already see the evidence of her arousal, and the sight made my cock strain painfully against my jeans.
"My turn," she said, surprising me by sitting up and reaching for my belt. "I want to see you too."
Her small hands fumbled with the buckle, and I helped her, standing to shuck my jeans and boxers in one motion. Her eyes went wide at the sight of me, fully aroused and ready for her.
"You're... that's... how is that going to fit?" The genuine worry in her voice would have been funny if I wasn't so desperate for her.
"It'll fit perfectly," I promised, crawling over her on the bed, caging her in with my arms. "Your body was made for mine, sweetheart. I'll make sure you're ready, more than ready. Going to make you so wet, so eager for me that you'll be begging me to fill you."
"I'm already begging," she admitted, her hands exploring my chest, my shoulders, skimming down my abs to wrap tentatively around my length.
I groaned and caught her hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss her palm. "Not yet, baby. This first time is all about you. About showing you how good I can make you feel."
I started at her throat, kissing and sucking until I found every sensitive spot that made her gasp. Moved lower, worshipping her breasts again until she was arching off the bed. Traced her ribs with my tongue, dipped into her navel, kissed the hollow of each hip bone.
By the time I settled between her thighs, she was trembling, her hands fisted in the sheets, little whimpers escaping with each breath.
"Going to taste you now," I warned her, spreading her thighs wider to accommodate my shoulders. "Going to lick this pretty pussy until you scream my name."
"Oh God," she gasped, and then my mouth was on her and she did scream, her back bowing off the bed at the first touch of my tongue to her sensitive flesh.
She tasted like heaven, sweet and perfect, already so wet for me. I took my time, learning what made her moan, what made her buck against my mouth, what made her hands tangle desperately in my hair. When I slid one thick finger inside her tight channel while my tongue worked her clit, she came instantly, crying out my name as her inner muscles clenched around my finger.
"That's one," I said, looking up at her flushed face, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "Going to give you at least two more before I even think about fucking you."
"I can't," she protested weakly. "It's too much."
"You can and you will." I proved it by sliding two fingers inside her this time, curling them to find that spot that made her eyes roll back. "That's it, baby. Ride my fingers. Show me how badly you need my cock."
She was uninhibited now, past embarrassment, moving against my hand with desperate need. I added my mouth back to the mix, sucking her clit while my fingers worked her, and she shattered again, this climax even stronger than the first.
"Please," she sobbed, pulling at my shoulders. "Please, Neil, I need you inside me. I need to feel you."
"One more," I insisted, but she was shaking her head, pulling me up her body with surprising strength.
"Now," she demanded, wrapping her legs around my waist. "I need you now."
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock just barely pressing against her slick heat. Despite her demands, I needed to be sure.
"Look at me," I commanded softly, waiting until those dark eyes met mine. "This might hurt at first. I'll go as slow as you need."
"I trust you," she whispered, her hands framing my face. "I want this. Want you. Please, Neil, make me yours."
That last word broke my control. I pushed forward slowly, steadily, watching her face for any sign of pain. Her eyes went wide as I stretched her, filled her inch by inch, her untouched body adjusting to my size.
"Fuck, you're tight," I groaned, having to stop halfway to let her adjust. "So perfect, squeezing me like you never want to let go."
"Don't want to let go," she agreed breathlessly, her nails digging into my shoulders. "More. I can take more."
I pulled back slightly, then pressed forward again, deeper this time. She gasped, tensing for a moment when I met the barrier of her innocence.
"Deep breath, baby," I murmured against her lips, and when she exhaled, I pushed through in one smooth motion, seating myself fully inside her.
She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, and I held perfectly still despite every instinct screaming at me to move. I peppered her face with kisses, murmuring praise and promises until I felt her relax around me.
"You okay?" I asked, my voice strained with the effort of staying still.
"I'm... God, Neil, you're so big. I feel so full." She shifted experimentally, causing us both to groan. "It's starting to feel good. Really good."
