He looks brave, standing there. His hands skim my naked skin like butterflies, intense yet without direction. I like it. I know this is very intense for him, his first time.
He's not handsome but there was something about him. When he let it slip that he was still a virgin I couldn't resist the sexual drama of being the first. After all, a woman only gets so many chances to truly be worshipped.
So, here we are. The hotel is nice, the carpets are soft and white. The sheets are smooth and white. His shirt is crisp, cotton, white and still covering his body. I know he's feeling intimidated by my nakedness. I like it. I love knowing I'm in control of my own seduction.
"Would you like to lie down?" I ask.
"Yes." He says quickly, highly agreeable.
I smile and vamp my way to the bed. Hips swaying, a flip of the hair and a backwards look to guide him. "Why don't you take off some clothes? Have you ever thought about stripping for a woman?"
I wonder if it's too much added pressure but he smiles, softly and at least takes off his shoes.
"Come on, let me see you. I like touching my lovers."
He becomes an eager puppy and begins pulling off clothes like a teenager just in from a ten week camping trip. I didn't mean for him to be so quick and I hope this isn't a sign of things to come. "Slow down, we've got all night. Fold your clothes and stack them on the chair, there."
He rolls his eyes at me but obeys. I don't wait for an invitation I just walk over and lightly run my fingernails over his butt cheeks. I laugh at his surprised look. "I'm not your Mother, just cause I want you to be tidy."
"My Mother? She's older than you are. I don't think she's very sexy, the way you are."
Not much on the compliments but what did I really expect from a 20 year old virgin? "Come to bed now." I pick up his tie and wrap it around his neck in a loose knot, using it to lead him. I've always liked having a man at the end of my rope.
We lie on the bed, facing each other, side by side. He is focused on my breasts. Completely focused, I immerse myself in the feeling of goddessness. "Touch them, Michael. See how hard the nipples are getting, just waiting for you to play."
"Can I lick you there?" He asks.
"I'd like that." He lacks finesse but not enthusiasm. I almost giggle when he finds a few ticklish spots.
He squeezes my nipple and I moan in surprised pleasure. "Did I hurt you? Was that too hard?" I cover his fingers with mine, urging him on.
"No, I'd like you to suck them now." My fingers find his cock, it's hard, very hard. The tip is already wet with pre-cum. Of course, I can't resist gripping his cock and playing my own game of tug of war. It's so soft and firm. I'm already eager to have it inside me.
I shift position and lie on my back. I can feel my pussy getting tight and leaking past the lips.
"Can I... feel your pussy?" He asks. I just wiggle closer and open my legs. His fingers are trembling slightly as they reach the lips of my pussy. I can feel his arm settle over my thigh. His breath is fanning my wet nipples causing them to tighten painfully. By now, I'm not sure which of us is more aroused, more ready.
His fingers sink into my pussy, exploring the juiciness and brushing my clit accidentally a few times before finding it and grabbing on. Suddenly he seems to turn into a master of the game. He spreads the lips of my pussy and shoves his face in. His mouth latches onto my clit and sucks, hard. I almost have an orgasm as the pace rockets right out of foreplay and off the map. I begin to doubt he was a virgin after all.
Two fingers discover the source of all that wetness running between my thighs. Plunging into me, making room for a third finger as his tongue continues to ravish my clit. My fingers curl through his hair, holding on, needing to hold onto something. I can no longer lie still, my body twists and bucks under his.
Just as I think I can't take any more he rises up and penetrates my clenching vagina with his hard cock. I was so tight I feel like the virgin now. He doesn't ask if he hurt me, maybe he thinks women are always that tight. It wasn't easy but it feels exceptionally good. I am full of cock, stretching to hold him inside of me. My muscles grip him and I'm too far gone to let go.
He is grunting, gripping my waist so hard I know there will be bruises. Somehow his cock penetrates deeper, I can feel him bumping up against my cervix. I'm so full of cock and so ready to come I can't stand it.
Then he leans down, breathing into my ear, "You really like that don't you?" His hips rock forward, pushing me into the mattress, grinding his hips into mine. "You really like teasing and seducing virgins, don't you?" He drags his hands up my body, over my belly, twisting my nipples and then grabbing my shoulders, pinning me down with his hands and his cock.
"I don't think it occurred to you that just cause I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know what I want. I'm going to ride you hard and then I'm going to take MY time and do everything I've seen in all that smut, to you."
I'm speechless as his mouth covers mine, kissing hard, pushing his tongue through my lips. His hands return to my breasts, pinching the nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pulling my breasts up into points.
I come, fast and hard and long. My body tenses up, my pussy grips his cock, pulling it even deeper as I orgasm. Then, I'm spent, limp under him, unable to move.
As I wait, wondering if he will come now too, I am startled into awareness to find he is handcuffing me to the night stand. He kisses me, almost tenderly this time. "I'm not done yet..."
