Firsts... And Seconds
A True Story
My boyfriend and I had been texting all week trying to find time to get together. I couldn’t stop thinking about our first kiss and make-out session in the woods a week ago. The tease and continued flirting makes me feel like a teenager, but ultimately we’ve been craving more time to explore each other, but our schedules just didn’t seem to fit.
Friday turned to Saturday and we still couldn’t work it out.
Then, on Sunday, everything came together. We both juggled some things around and made almost three full hours for each other before both of us had other commitments. The excuse was that we needed to finish a work presentation for next Friday—which was true—but, really we just wanted to get our hand (and lips) on each other again.
Around 11:30am that day, I get the text.
BF: FINISHED. SEE YOU IN TEN MINUTES.
My heart fluttered and my stomach twisted.
Ten minutes.
I started to panic.
Was the house tidy enough? I ran round making sure it was presentable and growled at the socks my partner left on the floor of the bedroom.
Did I look good enough? I checked my outfit. I told myself earlier that I wanted to be comfortable and also feel like my body was accentuated. But I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard. Now I was second guessing everything. I changed out of the sun dress and slipped on my favorite slacks and baggy button up blouse. One thing I was sure of were the black lace bra with matching panties, which now seemed too presumptuous.
Maybe I should change.
Just as the thought entered my mind, I heard a car pull into the driveway.
He’s here.
I took a peak through the window and saw him—tan and tone—bounding up the walk. He looked excited. This was the first time I’d seen him in person since stealing away in the middle of the night and all doubt slipped away.
I opened the door before he could knock, not wanting to wait another second to be with him. He jumped in surprise but soon that gave way to an expression of joy when he saw me. His face brightened and he licked his lips.
His eyes drifted down my body and back up. Even fully clothed, he made me feel naked and open for him to devour.
“Hi,” I breathed as he pulled me into a hug, shutting the door behind him.
“Hi,” he growled into my shoulder.
A shiver ran down my spine and into my core; arousal threatening to take control and making it difficult to think.
His lips whispered up my neck, stopping for a nibble on my earlobe before brushing across my cheek. When we were face to face—so close we were breathing the same air—he smiled and asked, “Can I kiss you?”
After making out for an hour last weekend it surprised me that he felt the need to even asked, but butterflies danced in my stomach at his thoughtfulness.
“Yes, please.”
I wasn’t sure what to expect, we’d gotten pretty hot and heavy but this was a new day. So, when his palm went to my cheek and he lightly brushed his lips across mine, I couldn’t help but open slightly for him. The delicate, intimate kiss he gave had me wet immediately.
My hands went in his hair and I deepened the kiss; my tongue finding his. His body pressed into me and I could already feel him, hard against my stomach.
When he pulled away, I whined. I couldn’t hold it back. He’d barely stepped into my house and I already wanted him in my bed.
“We should probably try to work a little bit. Keep up appearances and all.”
He was right, of course, but power point’s and sales figures were the last thing on my mind. I had another figure in mind.
“We could work for thirty minutes then use the rest of the time doing more of this…” he kissed the tip of my nose. “Or do this…” he moved a hand under the hem of my shirt slightly, barely grazing my skin. “…and then try to get some work done at the end.”
I huffed, giving him my most pouty lip and bratty glare, but turned and led him upstairs to my home office.
He took the seat in the corner while I sat at my desk, wiggling the mouse to wake up my computer. The presentation in the google drive came up on the screen immediately, and I paused.
“Wait…” I ran through the slides until the very end then turned my head to see him smiling like a little imp. “Did you…?”
He stood, coming to me. He placed one hand on each side of the chair, swiveling me toward him. Leaning down he said, “I decided that worshiping you was a better use of our time…”
My chair squeaked as he leaned me back and kissed me hard. Our bodies crackled with electricity; Building a charge between us.
He dropped to his knees, his body settling between my thighs. It wasn’t close enough. I wanted more, so I scooted up to the edge of the seat and wrapped my legs around his back.
He kissed my neck and I lolled my head back, giving him access to my chest.
“You have too many clothes on,” he said, one hand on each breast over my shirt.
“Oh, no. What ever shall we do about that?” I tease, my fingers already on the buttons of his shirt.
Together we worked until we were both topless, pausing only a brief moment to take in the sight of each other before crashing together.
“Fuck,” he groaned, cupping a tit in each hand. “They’re perfect, and…” I’d changed piercings since he’d seen them last, wearing the dangling jewelry now. He lifted the chain on the right with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth, tugging it tight.
The pain mixed with pleasure and my breath came out as a gasp.
His mouth closed around the entire piercing. Tonguing it. Playing until he moved to the other side. “I don’t want this one to feel left out.” I could feel the grin against my skin.
Pulling him up off his knees, I undid his belt. Everything in me wanted more. Wanted him.
He helped me unzip and dropped his jeans to the floor.
My eyes flicked to his boxer briefs where I could see the huge imprint of his rock hard cock.
My fingers twitched and my mouth watered. I wanted so much to see it.
Touch it.
Lick it.
But I was hesitant. A part of me still wasn’t sure if my partner would approve, but mostly I think I was nervous I wouldn’t be good enough. Pretty enough. Fit enough.
God, I hated that my lifelong insecurities might hold me back. Thinking that showing how much I wanted him might seem wrong, somehow. The idea that the hunger I felt for him in this moment was unnatural or “sinful” seemed so ridiculous, but it was there, gnawing at me.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I reached out, palming him over his underwear. His breath hitched. Knowing I was doing this to him made me feel powerful and I became bold. I traced the outline of his cock, rolling a finger around his tip before going down the other side.
At the base, I gently played with his balls while I glanced up at his eyes, hooded with lust.
He nodded. A small but quick movement, not of consent, but pleading for contact.
I ran my fingers up under the leg of his underwear, skimming along the crease of his legs. So close to where he wanted me.
Each pass I made went closer and closer until, hooking my fingers in the waistband, I lowered his briefs, exposing all of him.
I gasped. An involuntary reaction to not only his size, but the beauty of the man before me. I’d already come to adore his mind, personality, and sense of humor, but now I was in awe of his body.
I leaned forward, running my tongue up the length of him; closing my lips around his tip and sucking while rolling my tongue in circles before popping my lips off of him.
The whole time I watched him. How his breathes came more quicky. How his eyes rolled back. How his abs tightened.
And when I wrapped my hand around his cock—my fingers unable to touch my thumb—and took one slow pump, his dick twitched in my hand.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” he said, grasping my shoulders, lifting me to my feet.
He crushed his mouth to mine.
Hungry.
Pressing into me.
Grinding and exploring me with his hands.
“I want to see you,” he begged between rough kisses. “I want to taste you.”
