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Y/N took a few deep breaths as she studied her reflection in the full-length bathroom mirror. She ran her hands down her hips straightening out the delicate lace of the garter belt she wore.
A small part of her had to wonder if she should have gone with her original intention to buy white lingerie but that seemed to be a bit too much of the obvious choice considering the current situation. The idea of buying white lingerie for this purpose seemed a little too cliche to be honest.
In the end, a pretty yellow lace lingerie set had won out on her shopping adventure. The lingerie had been a bit on the pricier side and would so have to be hand washed, but she told herself that given its purpose the price and the pain of the laundry care instructions were worth it.
She took another deep breath trying to steady her nerves as she checked her makeup for the third time in the past few minutes. She made sure that nothing was out of place and more importantly that she didn’t get any lipstick on her teeth. Thankfully she hadn’t had to do too much with her makeup. More it was about freshening up the same look she’d had at dinner; reapplying her lipstick and making sure her eyeliner was smudge-free.
She took yet another deep breath trying to calm herself. This was going to be fine, she tried to tell herself.
Even if this entire experience was somehow a disaster it wouldn’t be awful because she would be having this experience with Jimmy Palmer.
Jimmy always had a way of making things feel wonderful. No matter how she felt or what was going on around her he always had a way of making everything seem okay. So why should this experience be any different?
She trusted him, she reminded herself. She trusted him enough to want to experience this with him, so it wouldn’t be terrible.
Y/N really did have to think that she won the boyfriend lottery when it came to Jimmy Palmer. He was truly the world’s best boyfriend. She was sure no one could possibly refute that argument.
He was compassionate and so patient. He had such a giant heart and was so unafraid of expressing his love for those around him. He was truly the gentlest person she’d ever met. He cared so much for those around him, always placing their needs above his own. He was so selfless; just so giving. He adored his mother and his sister. He was so sweet and lovely with his niece and his grandmother. He was so overjoyed to bring Y/N to meet his family and had been so eager to make sure she felt as though she was part of the family. she’d met his family only a month into their relationship when Jimmy had invited her to go to his mother’s birthday dinner celebration with him. Y/N had been delighted to find that the Palmer family was just as sweet as Jimmy Palmer himself.
Jimmy was funny, always finding a way to make Y/N smile even if his jokes occasionally weren’t the best timed. She’d already heard plenty of stories about his awkward attempts at humor at crime scenes mostly recalled to her by Ziva, or Tony, or McGee who were all too happy to notify her of her boyfriend’s tendency to shove his foot in his mouth in front of Agent Gibbs.
Jimmy was clearly intelligent and hard working as evidenced by the coursework he did in his schooling as he studied to take the medical examiner’s licencing exam, not to mention the work he did working under Dr. Mallard at NCIS. He was so proud to work under Dr. Mallard. He was so eager to learn from him. Jimmy worked long hard hours and devoted himself to his career. Even with the long hours he still tried to make time for Y/N; even if it was doing something as small as making his way upstairs to have his lunch break with her at her desk.
He always did whatever he could to make sure she knew she was appreciated by him. He never seemed to take her for granted. He always did his best to remember to do little things to make her feel special whether it was bringing her a cup of coffee to her desk or making sure to pick up some take out for dinner if he knew she’d had a long day..
She appreciated the positive outlook Jimmy kept despite the serious and at times heartbreaking nature of his career.He was an eternal optimist. When things seemed dim and bleak he knew how to remind Y/N of the light.
Then there was the simple fact that she found him incredibly handsome. He was so her type given her weakness for taller men and dimples…though it wasn’t difficult for a man to be taller than her given her petite stature.
Jimmy truly was everything she could have possibly hoped for in a boyfriend. She felt blessed to have him in her life. They’d only been dating for a little over three months now and he’d changed her world for the better.
So she knew that even with the nervous energy buzzing around her that she had no reason to worry about what was to happen tonight.
She would be lying if she tried to claim that she didn’t feel pathetic being a virgin at her age. She was accustomed to people’s reactions when they found out. There were questions about if there was something physically or mentally wrong with her that prevented her from having sex. There were questions about if this was some kind of religious thing where she wanted to wait until marriage. People tended to be far too nosy about her reasoning.
She struggled to explain that it was just that she’d always hoped to have her first time with someone she loved. She told herself she needed to feel a deep connection with someone before she experienced that kind of intimacy. Sex seemed to be so intimidating and so intimate. She wanted to make sure that she was experiencing it with someone who she truly trusted and felt secure with.
It was just that she’d never quite found anyone who she’d felt connected enough to to go all the way. She’d had boyfriends who tried to pressure her into it, but those relationships had never lasted long. She’d had boyfriends who’d told her they were fine waiting and then quickly proved that they weren’t fine at all.
She hadn’t found anyone she felt that she could trust enough to experience intimacy with until she’d met Jimmy Palmer.
It had been love at first sight. He just had this energy about him that she couldn’t quite find the words to explain. He seemed to have such a calming aura to him despite the fact that he was so over talkative and so clearly nervous most of the time.
She’d strangely just felt so secure with him from the start.
They’d just been friends at first. She’d been hired to work as the new director’s assistant at NCIS and she’d somehow managed to form a friendship with Ziva. Ziva had overheard her complaining to another coworker about creeps they encountered on the rare occasions they decided to take public transportation. Ziva had taken it upon herself to give a quick self-defense lesson and Y/N had adored her for it. They’d become close after that.
That friendship had led her to tagging along for a night at a local bar with Ziva and the team Dr. Mallard and Jimmy included.
Jimmy and she’d connected surprisingly easily from the start. They’d had a little in common as far as their childhoods had gone and had found it easy to talk to one another. It hadn’t taken them long to bond and to so clearly begin harboring crushes on one another.
When Jimmy had finally made a move on her she’d been so overjoyed.
When their relationship had begun to progress she’d realized that she’d have to be honest about her lack of experience.
She’d been almost sure he’d decide that news of her virginity was too much for him to handle. She’d been convinced he’d decide she was abnormal.She was so accustomed to people thinking she was abnormal for it, not that she went around advertising it. It never failed that when people found out that they always had some opinion about it though. She’d told herself that Jimmy would think she was ridiculous and childish for still being a virgin in her late twenties. He’d be just like any other boyfriend she’d ever had, a voice in the back of her head had insisted.
Jimmy was unlike any boyfriend she’d ever had.
He’d been so understanding and so willing to reassure her that it wasn’t a deal breaker for him. He’d been so sweet and so eager to prove to her that he was going to respect her and he wasn’t going to judge her.
It had been easy for her to realize that she trusted him to be her first. She’d known that it would take a special man and a special connection for her to be ready. Jimmy was the one. She felt ready.
So she’d admitted to him that she was ready and he’d anxiously agreed to it.
Tonight was the night and Y/N could admit she was both excited and terrified. She was excited to experience this with Jimmy. She was ready for this. She wanted this so badly. She was frightened though. It was intimidating and she wasn’t sure what to expect. She’d heard horror stories about people’s first times. She cringed as she thought about the pain she’d heard about and the discomfort women always mentioned when it came to their first times. She feared that her lack of experience and the discomfort would be enough to push Jimmy away. She feared he’d decide she was just too immature and pathetic for him if tonight went horribly.
She did all she could to hush these thoughts. She trusted him, she reminded herself. She adored him.
He was the one for her. She just had to trust her heart.
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Jimmy would be lying if he tried to claim his heart wasn’t racing as it had been doing all evening.
He felt his eyes scan the bedroom once again trying to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. Y/N deserved perfect.
He’d been almost in a state of disbelief when his pretty girlfriend had confessed to him just how inexperienced she was.
Of course he’d noticed her hesitance when things progressed towards more intimate actions in their relationship. She’d tensed up when his hands began to wander a little too much and she was so fast to pull away from him and make some sort of excuse when things had obviously begun to gravitate in that direction.
A small part of him had feared that perhaps there was something wrong with him; that perhaps she was shying away from being intimate with him because she just wasn’t that into him. He’d feared that she found him undesirable.
The thought didn’t make sense. If she wasn’t attracted to him then surely she wouldn’t have given him the time of day in the first place.
A far more upsetting thought had entered his brain once he’d convinced himself that his girlfriend wasn’t disgusted by him. He’d begun to fear that perhaps something traumatic had happened in Y/N’s past. That perhaps someone had seriously hurt her in the past and this was causing her to pull away from any hint of intimacy. Perhaps she had some traumatic experience that made her pull away from his affections.
It had been almost a relief when she’d confessed that she was a virgin.
She’d seemed to be so embarrassed by the admission. She’d whined that it was so pathetic to still be this inexperienced at her age. The words had flown out of her mouth so quickly she explaining everything to him.
She’d even told him that she’d understood if he didn’t want to continue their relationship given her lack of experience.
He’d been so fast to reassure her that he liked her far too much for it to be a deal breaker between them. He did like her after all, he liked her quite a bit.
He’d been into her from the moment they’d met. He’d agonized over just how much he’d liked her from the start. He’d resisted making any moves on her; he was pretty sure that she wouldn’t be interested in him. He’d settled on the friendship they’d built, telling himself that having her as his friend was better than making his move and risking losing her completely.
The more time he’d spent with her the more he’d begun to realize that the fact that he adored her was undeniable. He’d quickly realized that he couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else getting to experience what he’d wanted so badly with her.
They’d been out once again with the rest of the team when she’d begun to feel ill. Jimmy had volunteered to give her a ride back to her place. He had wound up sleeping on her sofa, admitting he didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone when she felt so ill.
He’d actually wound up playing nurse for a few days until she was well again. He’d taken such good care of her doting over her. He’d even attempted to make her homemade soup making her thankful that her tastebuds had been pretty nonfunctional at the moment given the fact that Jimmy had way oversalted the meal. Still though she’d appreciated the care.
Once she was feeling well again he’d made his move asking her to dinner as in asking her on an actual dinner date.
Much to his relief she’d said yes and they hadn’t looked back.
The relationship had been wonderful so far. He’d had more fun with Y/N than he’d ever had with anyone. He cherished their time together. He was quite convinced she was his other half.
He adored her so much that on a daily basis he was even willing to venture upstairs to her desk and risk having to interact with Director Vance (who honestly terrified Jimmy since he’d confronted Jimmy about the entire relationship Jimmy had with Agent Michelle Lee).
Jimmy liked Y/N enough that he was willing to risk having to be anywhere near Director Vance if it meant that he got to see his girlfriend and share his lunch break with her.
He adored Y/N so much that she was worth being intimidated and terrified by Director Vance.
Jimmy adored her so much. He refused to allow her lack of experience push him away from her. He’d admitted to her that he had no doubts about their relationship. He was willing to wait for her to be ready. He’d meant what he’d said.
He was willing to wait as long as she needed. He’d reassured her that there were plenty of other ways to be intimate with one another without going all the way. He was willing to do whatever made her comfortable.
They’d spent months exploring all those ways. He’d lost count of the nights they’d spent pressed against one another on a sofa grinding against one another and touching one another over their clothing.
He’d felt overeager and beyond horny to be honest, but it was wonderful. Being able to experience anything with her was wonderful. He liked her so much he was willing to experience intimacy with her in whichever way made her the most comfortable. He just wanted to make her feel adored and safe. He wanted her to know she was secure with him.
When she’d admitted to him that she was ready to go all the way he’d been overwhelmed with a mixture of feelings; excitement, adoration, lust, and fear.
He could admit he was a bit overwhelmed with the task he had before him.
Jimmy had never been anyone’s first before. His past relationships had always been with girls who were far more experienced than him.
He’d never really been the one who was responsible for making all the moves and dominating the situation.
Even when he’d lost his own virginity the girl he’d been with had been far more experienced than him. It had been a disaster to be honest. He hadn’t lasted long and she’d quickly made it obvious that she was only sleeping with him because she considered it a favor to him. She’d bluntly told him that she was taking his virginity because it was college so he should get it over with.
To be honest Jimmy had regretted it. He’d let his hormones talk him into it and the older he’d grown the more he’d wished he’d had his first time with someone he loved.
He refused for Y/N’s first time to be anything like his first time. She deserved the most romantic experience possible.
He’d taken all the proper steps to ensure that tonight would be perfect.
Jimmy had made sure that he wouldn’t be called away for work simply telling Dr. Mallard that he had a prior commitment and he was requesting that if there was an emergency then he was requesting just one single night off. He’d been relieved that Dr. Mallard hadn’t questioned the request nor had he pressed the issue. Though Jimmy had to hope that Dr. Mallard nor anyone else knew exactly what his plans for tonight were. He really didn’t want to hear anything from the peanut gallery and god forbid anyone say anything to Y/N.
Jimmy had made sure to make dinner reservations for tonight at an intimate little romantic restaurant where Y/N and he had shared a slice of cheesecake after a wonderful meal with some wine.
He’d bought the supplies that he was certain would give Y/N’s bedroom a romantic atmosphere. He’d stopped at a florist and bought rose petals. He was shocked by how cheap they actually were and had been able to purchase several. He’d gotten a bottle of champagne though he knew they wouldn’t have more than one glass so as not to impede their abilities for the night. He’d made sure to buy some battery powered candles deciding he didn’t want to create a fire hazard in an attempt to create romance.
He’d worked fast trying to set everything up as Y/N changed in the bathroom.
He was satisfied with the results of his labor. The bedroom had been completely transformed; he made sure to sprinkle rose petals on the bed and set up the battery powered candles around the room, dimming the lights. He’d even put the champagne on ice he finding a bowl in Y/N’s kitchen and some ice that seemed to be capable of getting the job done.
So far he was sure that the room was perfect. He just hoped that Y/N would agree.
He didn’t have the opportunity to agonize over the room any longer as the bedroom door opened, his girlfriend entered the room, the silk gray kimono she wore hiding just what she’d gone into the bathroom to change into.
She gave him a small nervous smile, the words leaving her. “Hi.”
“Hi.” he parroted her words, shifting in place hoping that he looked more confident than he felt. He had to be the confident one he reminded himself. He was taking the lead on this.
He just didn’t want to disappoint her.
He moved his hands shaking a bit as he made his way over to the champagne he managed to open it without making a mess thankfully. He poured it in two plastic cups cursing his lack of foresight when it came to actually getting champagne flutes. Two plastic cups from Y/N’s kitchen were having to substitute for the moment.
She stepped forward moving towards him, her own hands a little shaky as he handed her her glass.
She sipped it slowly not wanting it to go to her head especially considering the glass of red wine she’d had at dinner.
She managed to let her eyes scan the room taking in the scene her heart swooning at the effort he’d put into this.
She spoke as they both sipped their champagne. “The room looks perfect.”
He felt his cheeks flush the words leaving him. “I wanted to make it special.”
“It is…you did a good job.” She admitted her own cheeks flushing she hoping and praying that she wasn’t about to disappoint him.
“You look beautiful.” He blurted out taking a liberal swig from his glass before stopping quickly reminding himself that he needed to be clear headed for this. He had to be clear headed enough to perform and make sure she was satisfied and as taken care of as possible.
Her cheeks flushed darker as he spoke again fast to try to elaborate. “Not that you don’t always look beautiful. You just, you’ve really looked amazing tonight…I mean..I uh- you’ve looked more amazing than usual.”
He bit the inside of his cheek stopping himself before he kept babbling. He had a bad habit of talking too much as it was but when he was nervous he really tended to let just about any thought leave his mouth.
She spoke managing to reassure him. “Thanks…you look handsome.”
He felt his cheeks flush all the darker knowing he hadn’t undressed as much as he would have in any other situation. He’d only chosen to ditch his shoes and socks and the suit jacket he’d worn for their date tonight. He still remained in his trousers and dress shirt. He’d ditched his tie trying to at least make himself look more casual. He’d thought about striping down to his boxers but had worried losing too much clothing too quickly would spook her.
They stood in silence for a little longer finishing their champagne Jimmy taking their empty glasses and setting them on the dresser.
He took his glasses off as well knowing that while his vision was poor he had a feeling being nearsighted wouldn’t impact his ability to appreciate any of this experience considering just how close he’d be to Y/N.
He made his way back over to her swallowing the lump developing in the back of his throat his hand beginning to quiver again.
He stared down at her the words leaving him he knowing he was safe to be honest with her. “I’m nervous.”
“Me too…Shouldn’t I be the only nervous one though?” She asked automatically cringing at her own statement. Way to make it sound as though she was implying that he didn’t have the right to be anxious about any of this.
Thankfully Jimmy didn’t seem to interpret her comment in that way he speaking up knowing it was still safe to be open with her. “I’ve never been anyone’s first before.”
“Not even your first time?” She dared to ask hoping she wasn’t ruining the moment by prying into it.
Jimmy took a deep breath shaking his head as he spoke. “She was more experienced than me. It was more of an act of getting it over with. We weren’t even dating. She was my roommate’s girlfriend’s roommate. She said she was doing me a favor…helping me get it over with since we were at college. I just went with it. I guess I let my hormones do all the decision making…It wasn’t until later on that I wished it had been different.”
He paused, clearing his throat as he spoke again, his cheeks flushing all the darker. “I’ve never really been the more experienced one…at least as far as I know.”
She nodded her head clearing her own throat knowing she had to ask. “Are you okay with this? I mean…are you ready? You aren’t having second thoughts?”
Jimmy nodded his head hoping he didn’t look too eager. “I’m okay with it…I-I’m ready. You don’t…you aren’t having second thoughts right? I mean…I understand if you are. I won’t be upset if you’ve changed your mind.”
She stared up at him keeping her eyes locked with his trying to make it clear that she was sure of this. “I haven’t changed my mind. I’m ready.”
She felt the words leave her she feeling so insecure. “I have no idea where to even start.”
“We can start with something familiar…kissing…I mean we’ve kissed before.” Jimmy reassured her gently taking her hands in his praying she didn’t notice how much he was shaking.
She nodded her head she leaning up allowing his lips to brush across hers. The kisses started out chaste almost as though they were kissing for the first time all over again. As time went on though the kisses grew more impassioned he coaxing her lips apart his tongue sliding along hers.
He placed his hands at her hips gently pulling her against him as they continued to kiss relieved that she didn’t tense up at the sudden contact.
He couldn’t help but to feel even more relieved as she moved her hands between them she beginning to work the buttons to his dressshirt open slowly as his lips continued to press to hers.
She unfastened the buttons sliding the shirt off his shoulders before she untucked his undershirt from his trousers. He moaned against her lips as she worked his belt open unfastening his trousers he eagerly working them off his body kicking them aside.
His lips finally parted from hers his cheeks flushing he feeling exposed being left in his boxers and a plain white undershirt.
He spoke reluctantly pulling from her trying to silence his nerves. “More champagne?”
“Just a tiny bit.” She replied knowing she didn’t want to get too fuzzy headed for this.
He managed to pour a tiny bit more in their glasses, they both finishing their drinks a little quicker than they may have in any other situation.
His lips met hers again after he once again deposited their empty glasses on the dresser.
She once again reached between them with shaking hands, she chose to make the next move untying her robe, parting it open.
Jimmy pulled his lips from hers a moan leaving him as she allowed the robe to slide from her body and drop to the floor.
He allowed himself to take her in, admiring the way the yellow lingerie hugged her body, the lace looking so delicate against her skin. She’d gone all out buying a bra and thong set and a garter belt which she’d attached to a pair of tan sheer stockings.
He spoke, unable to hide the lust from his voice. “You look perfect.”
She felt her cheeks flush far darker unable to find the words she only able to express herself with a deep kiss pressed to his lips.
He returned it he placing his hands on her sides a moan leaving him at the soft feel of her skin.
He allowed his hands to trace her sides as they continued to kiss he worked his lips down her jaw sliding them along her neck taking in the familar scent of her perfume.
She gasped as he pressed a sucking kiss to her neck knowing he might leave a mark behind the thought sending a pleasant surge of lust straight to her core.
She allowed her hands to slide along his back tracing his spine over his t-shirt as he continued to focus on her neck pressing adoring kisses to her skin nipping at it on occasion.
He finally pulled his lips from her skin his voice needy he hoping he wasn’t pushing for too much too soon. “Bed?”
Much to his relief she nodded her head taking his hands in hers as they made their way to her bed.
He pushed the comforter and bedsheets aside unceremoniously scattering the rose petals he’d spread across the bedspread. Y/N made a silent reminder to herself to gather the rose petals tomorrow and press them to dry them so she could hold on to them.
She didn’t have long to focus on the thought as he gently lowered her against the bedsheets wasting no time to climb into bed beside her.
He laid beside her their lips meeting again her hands daring to grasp the hem of his undershirt pulling it up. He allowed her to pull it over his head he tossing it aside it her turn to moan at the sight of his torso.
Yes she’d known that her boyfriend was physically fit he taking care to work his core muscles he insisting it was important given that his job demanded him to take a more physical approach when it came to lifting the deceased from precarious places. He wasn’t overly muscular but his abs were more than defined and his arms might be slim but she could spot a bit of a bulge to his biceps.
He felt his cheeks flush a sense of pride washing over him as he realized she was admiring his form. Just to think at one point he’d feared that she wasn’t physically attracted to him.
His lips met hers again they returning to their kisses. He took a chance taking a bit more of a dominant role gently moving over her knowing this wasn’t the first time he found himself hovering over her like this.
They’d had more than enough makeout sessions these past couple of months where they’d enthusiastically grinded against one another. Although they’d been much more clothed in those moments.
He moaned a sense of pride hitting him as she parted her thighs allowing him to press against her he unable to stop his hips from rocking just a bit the excitement he felt evident against her core.
She moaned at the sensation her hands sliding along his back caressing his skin as they continued to kiss he grinding against her moans of his own escaping his lips.
He slid his hands underneath her along her spine his fingers brushing against the clasp to her bra. He parted his lips from hers managing to work the words out. “Can I?”
She nodded her head he working the clasp open with a surprising amount of competency allowing her to be the one to slide it from her body.
He groaned as her bare breasts were exposed to him the bra being tossed across the room.
He pressed his lips back to hers moaning at the feel of her bare torso pressed to his. He moved down her body his lips sliding along her skin delicately taking his time to work his way to her breasts. She gasped one hand grasping onto the bedsheets as the other ran through his hair messing it.
He focused on her breasts suckling and kissing her skin her nipples becoming erect soft moans leaving her sounding so beautiful to his ears. She felt her eyes flutter shut her head falling back as she took in the sensations. No one had told her how good something as small as him focusing on her breasts could feel.
He reluctantly pulled from her breasts he pressing more kisses down her torso his breath hot against her skin as he moved closer and closer to her clothed center. “Do you trust me?”
“More than anyone.” She admitted the words falling from her without hesitation.
He peered up at her his cheeks flushing from arousal and embarassment. “There’s something I want to try. Trust me it’ll feel good.”
She nodded her head in the back of her mind having some inclination of just what he was planning on doing. “Okay.”
She didn’t have long to focus on it as his lips slid along her his working his way down to her thighs pressing kisses against her skin over her stockings.
He gently unfastened the stockings from the garter belt slowly sliding them down her legs moving carefully not to damage them.
His lips pressed to her bare thigh slowly kissing his way up her leg his kisses soft and adoring. He reached so close to her center before he moved on to her other thigh repeating the process.
He stared up at her the words leaving him he uncharacteristically sounding confident and unhesitant about his words. “I want to eat your pussy. I need you good and wet before we move on to the main event…plus I just want to taste you. Trust me, it’s going to feel so good.”
She moaned unable to deny the rush of lust that hit her, her core throbbing at his words. She spoke the words leaving her she knowing she sounded just as desperate as him. “Please.”
He gently placed his fingers under the hem of her garter belt pulling it down and off her body before his fingers slid under the waistband of her panties. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he slid them down her body tossing them aside.
He groaned when his eyes left hers meeting her wet center. He allowed spoke more to himself than her though the words were directed at her. “So perfect.”
She gasped as his tongue slid along her center he lapping at her slit. He worked her slowly using his hand to part her lips as he ran his tongue from her opening all the way up to her clit. He groaned at just how soaked she already was for him.
She whined her hand still gripping down onto the bedsheets twisting them. Her other hand met the back of his head twisting into his curls almost painfully though he didn’t seem to mind he too preoccupied with her center.
She was unable to stop herself from gasping his name; she was unable to believe how good this felt. If she’d thought what he’d done to her breasts had felt amazing this was a thousand times better.
He began to focus on her clit, his fingers tracing her center gently thrusting into her, not surprised to find the barrier that reveled just how inexperienced she was. He thrusted his fingers gently not wanting to break that barrier like this. The goal of this was to make her feel good and get her soaked enough to take him.
He worked her for a long while finding a rhythm that seemed to make her gasp and moan. He couldn’t help but to feel proud that he was clearly pleasing her. He quickly realized he could get addicted to this feeling. Though he wasn’t even seeking out his own pleasure the simple concept that he was pleasuring her made his cock throb almost painfully. He could feel himself already beginning to leak against his boxers hinting that he might risk cumming from this alone. He groaned hoping that he could hold off.
He couldn’t help but to get off knowing he was the first to ever make her feel any of this. If he had his way he knew he’d be the only one who ever got to experience this with her.
She whined as she felt an unfamiliar feeling begin to build up within her, her clit throbbing and pulsing her back arching. She felt a tension build up in her body her thighs beginning to quiver and her fingers pulling at Jimmy’s hair. He didn’t let up pleasuring her despite the painful pull to his hair.
She felt that tension grow her clit pulsing all the more. It felt as though someone was pulling a band it growing more and more taunt and it would snap at any moment.
In the back of her head she couldn’t help but to hear herself think so this is what an orgasm feels like. No wonder people are addicted to this feeling.
She cried out his name her body shuddering her head falling back as that band finally snapped she cumming against his lips he working her through her orgasm a pleased moan leaving him at the knowledge he’d pleased her.
When his ministrations became too much she began to pull from him he reluctantly pulling from her his lips and chin damp with her.
She gasped opening her eyes to see him press the fingers he’d had buried inside of her to his lips he cleaning them a groan leaving him.
She couldn’t stop herself from speaking not helping but to be curious the words leaving her her filter nonexistent at the moment. “How do I taste?”
“So good.” He insisted taking her by surprise as he lowered himself back over her his lips pressing to hers allowing her to taste herself on his lips.
She gasped the taste unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant. The knowledge that she was tasting herself after what he’d just done to her made a pleased shudder run through her body shocked at how her center began to throb again clearly willing to take whatever else he had to give her.
They kissed for a long while she being the one to break the kiss the words leaving her. “I want you Jimmy.”
He groaned moving at record speed to turn just enough to slide his boxers down his body kicking them off somewhere towards the foot of the bed.
She shyly peered down at him a gasp leaving her at the sight of him. She couldn’t stop the words from leaving her a hint of fear in her voice. “I-I’m small.”
He furrowed his brow not quite getting her statement until she spoke again speaking more to herself than him. “How’s that ever going to fit in me.”
Jimmy was fast to speak his lips pressing to hers gently. “It’ll fit, trust me. That’s why I wanted you good and soaked.”
He pressed another kiss to her lips soothing her slowly the fear she felt fading to the back of her mind as she allowed herself to focus on the feel of his lips pressed against hers.
She’d loved his kisses from the first moment his lips had met hers. She was sure no one could kiss her as proficiently as James Palmer.
He pulled his lips from hers deciding to make the next move. “Give me a second.”
She furrowed her brow as he moved towards her nightstand finding the plastic bag he’d deposited there earlier tonight.
She frowned knowing he wasn’t looking for condoms. She was on the pill and he’d made a point of getting a blood test to prove his clean bill of health to her when they’d decided that they were ready for this.
He fished what he was looking for from the bag she furrowing her brow further at the tube in his hand. She felt her cheeks flush as she realized what he was holding.
He spoke clearing his throat it his turn to feel shy. “A little extra lubrication is probably a good plan.”
She nodded her head gasping as he opened the tube wasting no time to drizzle a bit of lubricant over her heated center. Her body easily warmed the cold gel.
She didn’t have time to focus too hard on it as she watched him apply a healthy amount of lube to his cock slowly stroking it coating himself a moan leaving his lips. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning at the sight not helping but to find it erotic. She had to wonder if this was something she could talk him into exploring with her later.
He reluctantly pulled his hand from himself knowing he’d gotten himself good and ready.
He pressed his lips to hers gently as he closed the tube and dropped it beside them just in case they needed more of it.
He spoke against her lips the both of them feeling nervous once again. “Are you ready baby?”
She nodded her head barely managing to work the words out. “Yes.”
He gently moved back over her taking himself in hand and positioning himself at her center his voice soft. “Just relax okay. Don’t tense up. I’ll go slow I promise.”
She nodded doing her best to focus on her breathing and keep calm.
He gently began to press forward slowly pressing just the tip of himself inside of her. She gasped wrapping her arms around him unable to stop herself from digging her nails into his skin the sensation already a bit too much.
She did her best to take his advice and continue to focus on her breathing as he slowly inched further inside of her he taking his time fighting the urge to go a little faster his cock aching at how tight she was. He’d never felt anything tighter in his entire life.
She squeezed her eyes shut not helping but to feel as though she was being split in half as he inched further into her. The pain wasn’t really as evident as she’d feared, but it was more an unfamiliar stretching sensation. It wasn’t horrible, it was just overwhelming.
She realized that the lubricant and how soaked she’d been had definitely aided in lessening the pain.
He groaned as he slid even further his own breathing heavy he continuing to fight the urge to move a little quicker.
She cried out as he finally entered down to the hilt his pelvis pressing against hers. He spoke his voice thick with lust and strain. “It’s all in, my love. Oh, fuck, I’m all in.”
She continued to focus on her breathing the sensation still so unfamiliar.
Jimmy spoke again his lips pressing to her skin anywhere he could reach he fighting the urge to begin thrusting. “Just let me know when sweetheart.”
She nodded her head taking her time to adjust to the feel of him inside of her. She wasn’t sure if he was remarkably larger than any other man but he certainly seemed to be. He sure as hell felt thick and long inside of her and she was almost certain that it wasn’t just due to her lack of experiance.
The longer she laid there the less the discomfort seemed to be at the forefront of her mind. She rocked her hip experimentally a gasp leaving her at the sensation. It wasn’t bad. She wasn’t sure if it felt entirely wonderful though. She wasn’t sure how to describe it other than foriegn.
She spoke finally working up her nerve. “I’m ready.”
He groaned slowly rocking against her carefully sliding in and out of her a little voice in the back of his head once again marveling at how tight she was. He had to pray that he wouldn’t cum before she even got close.
She soaked in the sensation of him sliding in and out of her the discomfort and the strangeness beginning to fade all the more.
She was surprised by the moan that left her a sudden pleasant sensation washing over her as he thrusted. He groaned his lips pressing to hers overjoyed that it finally seemed to be feeling good to her. He’d hate himself if this managed to only be good for him.
She gasped the pleasant sensation becoming more and more apparent as his cock slid in and out of her dragging along her dripping center.
She whined as he spoke encouraging her. “Touch your clit baby. It’ll make it so much better.”
She gasped her cheeks flushing knowing it wouldn’t be the first time she’d touched herself in that manner. Though she had previously been a virgin, well until just a few moments ago, she could admit she occasionally touched herself in that way.
She did what he suggested her fingers sliding along her clit stunned as it did in fact triple the pleasant sensations washing over her. She was almost sure this had no right to feel this incredible.
She couldn’t help but to think as uncomfortable and strange as this had been at first she had to think that she wanted to do this again and again and as often as possible, as long as it was Jimmy doing this with her that is.
She couldn’t stop herself from staring up at him gasping at the way he was gazing down at her in total adoration and worship. She felt herself tear up as a realization hit her.
He spotted the tears a bit panicked the words leaving him he stilling his hips. “Are you hurt? Am I going too fast? Do you need me to stop?”
She shook her head frantically, more tears spilling from her. She spoke the words falling from her. “I’ve never felt so loved before in my entire life. I just, I’ve never felt so good and loved. I love you Jimmy.”
He felt tears meet his own eyes, he felt it just as hard as she did the realization hitting him just as hard. He couldn’t stop himself from speaking though he knew he was babbling. “I love you. I love you. I love you Y/N.”
She moaned not letting up on her clit as she spoke. “Move again, baby please.”
He groaned eagerly following her request, he rocking against her overwhelmed with the emotion washing through him.
He found a rhythm every moan, gasp, and I love you that left her spurring him on, encouraging him to keep his pace and keep making her feel good. It had never felt this good before with anyone. He never wanted to feel this with anyone but Y/N ever again.
She was it for him. She was his other half. She was the only woman he wanted to make love to for the rest of his life.
She gasped as she felt that tension begin to build in her again it ten times more intense this time around. She spoke knowing what this sensation meant. “I’m close.”
He groaned nodding his head frantically. “Me too, just a little longer, fuck.”
She whined there something about making polite sweet Jimmy Palmer curse that gave her an ego boost.
She continued to work her clit as she felt herself slide closer and closer to the edge that tension building in her tighter and tighter.
She felt her back arch her head falling back and her eyes fluttering shut as she felt herself slide so close to the edge.
Jimmy watched her groaning at the flush to her skin, she never looked more beautiful than she did in this moment as she felt herself slide over the edge cumming for the first time with someone inside of her.
He groaned, meeting his statement about just how close he was. Her center fluttering around him, she so tight, hot, and wet was all it took for him to feel his own release sneaking up on him.
He managed a few more thrusts doing his best to keep them gentle as he felt himself fall over the edge his cock throbbing and twitching as he spilled inside of her filling her with his release.
He groaned as he felt himself cum his eyes practically crossing it feeling so good. He collapsed against her as his cock continued to spill into her her body taking it all.
She allowed her hands to slide along his body the feel of him cumming inside of her so incredible. She felt so warm and secure and so adored in this moment.
She began to come down from her high as Jimmy released the last of himself into her, his body shuddering, his breathing heavy.
He pressed his lips to her skin lazily. He was so exhausted he was almost sure he could stay like this forever and never move a muscle ever again.
He reluctantly forced himself to pull from her rolling over onto his back, his breathing still heavy, his heart still racing.
He managed to roll over on his side Y/N doing the same cringing a bit at the movement. He spoke, spotting the discomfort. “Are you okay?”
“A little sore.” She admitted her cheeks flushing not wanting to worry him.
He pressed his lips to hers, his voice gentle and adoring. “Bath later? That should help.”
She nodded her head, unable to stop herself from scooting closer to him, her arms embracing him.
He held her against him, his lips pressing to her temple the words leaving him knowing he needed to say them when he wasn’t inside of her. “I love you.”
She spoke the words leaving her without hesitation. “I love you too.”
He dared to speak, unable to stop himself from asking. “How was it? I mean…it, you don’t have any regrets?”
She gazed up at him, her lips meeting his, the kiss chaste as she spoke. “None. It was perfect.”
He felt the words leave him, he had the feeling he’d say them as often as possible from here on out. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” she replied, her lips pressing to his chest over his heart.
She spoke, unable to stop herself from saying it. “Get some rest. If I’m feeling up to it after my bath, then I want to try being on top.”
He groaned, nodding his head eagerly. “I can’t wait.”
She felt herself smile at the words not helping but to think that she had plenty of things she wanted to try out.
She felt her eyes close as she began to drift off against him. She couldn’t imagine having this experience with anyone but Jimmy Palmer. She was looking forward to seeing just what else she could experience with him.