The anticipation is electric, and I could feel my heart racing at a million miles per second. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself and will myself to focus on the task at hand.
This isn’t about me and my needs though, this is about Greyson and making him feel as comfortable as I possibly can.
“Just relax for me, okay?” I whisper softly as I swing my right leg over his waist, straddling him.
My voice carries a calm reassurance, but inside, my heart is hammering so hard it feels like my chest is going to explode.
The nerves are gnawing at me, creating a storm of anxiety, yet also excitement. I tried to remind myself to breathe…to stay composed. I wanted his first time to be perfect, and I wanted to be his anchor, his calm in the storm, even if my own emotions were running wild.
I need to stay composed for him though because he’s trusting me with this huge fucking thing that to some doesn’t mean anything, but to him, it means everything.
“I am relaxed.” He grumbles, though his voice carries a slight hint of defensiveness.
I give him a pointed look, my hands steadying on his chest. “I can feel how tense you are.”
“You make me nervous.” He admits, his voice softens as his eyes meet mine.
I make him nervous? Fuck. He makes me nervous. Every time I’m around him my heart does somersaults, and it feels like my brain turns to mush. Words get tangled up in my head, and I have to fight against the urge to stutter when I talk to him. It’s like he has this power over me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before, and being with him, even with all the nerves, is worth every moment.
"Can I take this off?" I ask, gripping his dress shirt in my hand.
"Y-yes." He stammers.
Reaching my hands toward the bottom buttons, I try my hardest to go as fast as I can so he couldn't see my hands shaking. But once I get to the final buttons, the fuckers refuse to come out. Groaning, my hands shake more as I try to release them, but then suddenly Greyson is grabbing my hands and he's ripping his dress shirt open, the final few buttons scattering across the floor.
I gasp, watching his muscles harden as he leans forward slightly and removes the material from his body and throws it across the room, and then he leans back, letting out a shudder of a breath.
Holy shit. If I wasn't turned on before, I certainly am now.
“You ready?” I ask, searching his face for any signs that he doesn’t want to do this anymore.
He nods.
“I need words, baby.” I tell him as I reach between us and stroke his cock.
“Fuck, I love it when you call me that,” he grunts, reaching his hands out to squeeze at my hips. He takes a deep breath and then says. “I’m ready.”
I nod, inhaling a sharp breath myself. Gripping his cock tighter, I slide it up and down my slit, coatingthe condom in my arousal before lining him up.
Holy fuck.
This is really about to happen.
Greyson’s about to lose his virginity…to me.
Once I feel his tip break through me, I let out a satisfied moan before sinking down further, gasping at how much he’s stretching me—not once taking my eyes off him—my fingers dig into his skin as I lower myself more.
I’m so full, and he’s not even fully inside of me yet. And it’s in this moment that I decide I’m fucked because Greyson has officially ruined me.
A grunt, so sexy, and so fucking hot leaves the back of his throat as I continue lowering myself, and his fingers digging into my hip just adds to the pleasure and pain.
Once I feel my skin touch his, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and stay there, not only allowing myself to get used to the size of him, but also allowing him to get accustomed to me.
And yep, I’m officially ruined. Physically, mentally, and everything elseally. Fuck, I’m just making up words at this point.
“Holy fuck, Greyson, you’re so big.” I whimper, biting down on my lip to try and divert the pain.
“And you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, his fingers digging further into my hips, hard enough to leave bruises. “You need to move, baby. I don’t think—” he pauses, and his cock twitches inside me. “Oh fuck. Lilly, move,please.”
