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You were lying on the bed, half-naked as he hovered over you, kissing your neck and trailing his hands along your skin. The lights were low and the air was thick with unspoken anxiety. Your head was clouded with confusion - thoughts of your confession and the growing arousal between your legs making your stomach turn.
“James,” you murmured as he switched his attention from your neck to your nipple, sucking lightly and watching as your eyes fluttered closed. You dug your fingers into his scalp, tugging at his hair as he lightly bit down. “James,” you repeated, your voice breathy. His hand was wandering further down your body to cup your clothed pussy, smirking against your skin as you bucked your hips. The wanting, the needing for him was making you lose yourself. You gripped his hair harder, relishing in the pleasure until you whispered,
“wait.” He stopped.
He removed himself from you, looking up into your eyes with a soft expression. He squeezed your hips in assurance as he asked the question you had been trying hard to evade: “What’s wrong?”
You bit your lip as he pulled away from you, feeling exposed as the bed shifted - James moving to sit beside you. You didn’t want to look at him - didn’t want to tell him. It was embarrassing. There he sat, experienced and gorgeous and you. You had had no previous escapades with any other men and sitting next to him at that moment, you didn’t feel worthy.
You looked down at your fingers, playing with the skin and occupying your mind as you tried to collect yourself.
“Sweetheart,” he said, and you could see his hands moving as he patted the space in between his legs. You allowed yourself to look at him, accepting his silent offer of ‘come here.’ You clambered into his hold, letting him wrap his arms around you, chest to his back. The goosebumps that had involuntarily risen on your skin dissipated, his warmth calming your incessant anxiety. He kissed you lightly on the head, rubbing comforting circles into your waist. “You can tell me,” he reassured, voice muffled by his face buried in your hair. “Whatever it is, I don't mind.”
You looked at James’s hands, how softly they caressed your skin. Surely he wouldn’t judge you. He’s not that type of guy.
You sunk further into his hold, swallowing hard. “I haven’t-,” you stopped yourself, feeling your skin heat up as you prepared to disclose such private information. “I haven’t done this before.” Your voice was a mere whisper and you wanted nothing more than to bury your face in his chest and save yourself from his judgement and your embarrassment.
There was a moment's silence. You held your breath.
Then you heard his laughter, felt his smile and he held you tighter. “Oh, baby.” You turned yourself around, looking up at him with wide eyes, awaiting his opinion.
“Why are you laughing?” You hated how whiny you sounded as his hand moved from your waist to your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.
“You should’ve told me,” he repeated his previous actions with his other hand, holding your face and pulling you closer to him. He was still smiling, enjoying the wide-eyed expression you adorned - the way you unconsciously pouted your lips. “Your first time should be special.” He pulled your face toward him, kissing your lips softly.
“It’s not embarrassing?” You asked once he pulled away.
“No, baby.” He brushed your hair away from your face, letting you rest your hands on his bare chest. “Not at all.”
At his admission, you took his face in your hands and kissed him. He reciprocated almost immediately, hands trailing down towards your ass and squeezing lightly, smirking as you moaned into his mouth.
“Turn around,” he murmured, your kisses slowing to desperate pecks.
“Huh?”
“I gotta get you ready,” he kissed you once more, pulling away and gripping your wrists, removing your hands from his face. “Turn around.”
You complied, resuming your previous position - your legs sprawled between his and your head falling back onto his chest. James softly brushed your hair off your shoulder, placing kisses on your neck, trailing up towards your ear before stopping. You felt his hot breath against your skin and you were aware of how sensitive you were to everything; you were sure he was smiling at the way you squeezed your thighs together.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” he whispered, his words going straight to your pussy.
“Please.” You sounded pathetic and desperate. You were pathetic and desperate. Your cunt was already soaked with arousal, and you wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel him.
He shushed you, placing another kiss on your neck as his hand trailed down the expanse of your body, feeling the soft skin of your stomach and stopping at the hem of your panties. “Gonna take care of you,” he repeated. “My pretty baby deserves the world.”
His hand pushed past the fabric, fingers dancing along your skin and you reached up to grab onto his arm, muttering another “please,” as the ache between your legs grew greater.
“Needy little thing,” he said, voice low as he dipped his fingers between your folds - laughing lightly as he felt how wet you were. “If you weren’t a virgin, things would be going much differently for you.” You didn’t have time to reply as he slowly circled your clit. You gripped harder onto his arm, eyes squeezing shut and a small whimper falling from your lips. “We’ve got time for that though. I’ll show you one day.” He continued his slow pace on your clit, holding you against him with his free arm and occasionally brushing against your nipples, the sensations completely overpowering you. “It’s just about you tonight. All you.” You moaned as he quickened his movements, feeling the pleasure build. “My girl.”
He shifted beneath you, his erection poking into your back and you were suddenly hyperaware of how big he felt. The same nervousness from before settled again.
“You’ll-,” you cut yourself off with a moan, thighs squeezing around James’s hand. “You’ll go slow right?” You bucked your hips, chasing after your release as tears fell from the corners of your eyes.
“I told you,” he slowed down his movements on your clit, a whine falling from your lips at the loss of friction. “I’ll take care of you.” He kissed you on the head, shushing you as he removed his hand from your panties. “Shhh, pretty girl. It’ll feel better I promise. You just gotta relax.”
He ignored your pleading and pulled you from his lap, setting you down carefully in the middle of the bed. You felt static all over, an indescribable, fuzzy feeling ensnaring your senses. You wanted him close to you - you wanted him inside of you. You felt empty without him.
“Please,” you held onto his shoulder as he hovered over you, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them halfway down your legs, allowing you to shimmy them the rest of the way down. They fell somewhere in the corner. He straightened up, casting his eyes on your body, taking in your naked form.
“Just gorgeous aren’t you?” He kissed you again, not letting up until you were both breathless and light-headed. “Just relax.” He reached in between your bodies and pulled his cock free. You couldn’t help but stare. The head was swollen and red, dripping with precum and you swallowed at how big he truly was, mentally preparing yourself for the burning stretch you were sure to experience.
Without thinking, you reached out to him, desperate to please him how he had done you. You were stopped by his hand grasping at your wrist.
“No, pretty baby. This is about you, yeah?” He waited patiently for your answer, almost scolding you with his hard stare.
You nodded, relaxing into the mattress and letting him remove his underwear completely. You were both exposed, both open to each other and willing - wanting. The same fuzzy feeling settled in your stomach again and you let a small gasp fall from your lips as the head of James’s dick trailed through your folds.
“It’ll hurt a bit,” he admitted, brushing a hand through your hair and making sure you were looking at him. His touch was light and inviting as he moved his hand to your cheek, brushing your lip with his thumb.
“I know.” You kissed the skin of his palm. “I’m ready.”
His cock was brushing against your entrance, teasing your longing and you begged again.
“Okay, baby.” He pushed into you, stopping momentarily to watch the way your eyes squeezed shut; to feel the way you grasped onto his shoulders. You were so warm and wet and tight. He’d never seen anything so beautiful.
He sunk in further, glancing at the space between your bodies, watching the way he fit inside you, your slick glistening around his cock. He was mesmerised at the way he stretched you out so nicely - the way your tummy bulged. He would’ve stared the whole time if not for your groan of pain.
“I know,” he leaned down to kiss your forehead, pushing in completely. “I know. It’ll feel good I promise.” He gave you a minute to adjust, kissing you once more on the forehead, then your cheek and finally your lips. He lingered there for a moment, holding you impossibly close to him. Then, he moved.
It was only a slight movement but it elicited a whimper from your mouth and left you with even more longing. Your eyes squeezed shut and you clenched around his length. You could feel him everywhere. He was so close to you, surrounding you and you wanted him. You desperately wanted him.
“Don’t be gentle,” you shifted under him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer, moaning at the new angle, trying to collect yourself. “Please, I need you.” His head dropped to your neck, smiling against your skin.
“Gonna be the death of me aren’t you?” He kissed your collarbone and with a groan, started to move inside you, slow, deep strokes. You sunk further down into the pillows, grabbing at him and dragging your nails along the expanse of his back, surely leaving marks. You were losing yourself in him, his quickening thrusts and the pleasure spreading throughout your body the only sensation you could focus on.
“Fuck,” you groaned as he kissed in between your breasts, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking harshly. You gripped his hair and pulled him closer, everywhere overcome with pleasure.
His hips snapped forward, hitting deep inside you and groaning against your skin.
“Just perfect aren’t you?” His pace was quicker, hands on either side of your head supporting him. “Gonna make you feel so good. So good, baby.” His eyes were closed, his breathing heavy - rambling to you.
“James.” He silenced you with a kiss on your lips, tongue pushing into your mouth and you could feel it. You could feel it everywhere. The pull in your stomach and the clench of your cunt. You gasped into his mouth, bucking your hips up into him and moaning loudly.
Your slick was running down the inside of your thighs, tears streaming from your eyes. A layer of sweat settling on the length of your skin.
“James.” You tried. You tried to tell him but you couldn’t. His thrusts silenced you, his being oppressing you.
“Let go.” He felt you clenching around him; heard your desperate little moans. “Let go, baby.”
You grasped at him, legs shaking and toes curling as you chased your release. You chanted his name over and over, a slurred prayer mingling with the sound of skin against skin. Your mind was going blank, eyes tightly shut and body writhing in ecstasy. And you obeyed. You let go. With a faltered whisper of his name and a loud, throaty moan. You heard murmurs of praise underneath the ringing in your ears, telling you how good you did, and coaxing you through your orgasm.
Light danced on your eyelids and you looked to James, heart beating out of your chest and breathing heavily. He continued to move inside you, albeit a little slower than before - conscious of your oversensitivity. Your legs had slid from his waist sometime during your climax and you squeezed your thighs together as aftershocks travelled throughout your body.
James’s pace was faltering, his head falling into the crook of your neck and panting, his hot breath warming your skin.
You wanted to help him, wanted to praise him and help him through but you were still too far gone, his thrusts keeping you drunk on his cock.
You closed your eyes, hearing his groan and feeling him still inside you, his cum coating your insides and making you feel warm. His breath was heavy against your neck, his chest against yours.
Silence overwhelmed the two of you, content in each other's presence. James’s cock was softening inside of you and with a clench of his jaw, he pulled away from you, rolling over to lay beside you. There was another moment's silence and then the creek of springs, the bed shifting as James exited the room.
A strange kind of anxiety arose in you, his cum still warm between your thighs.
You couldn’t hear him - couldn’t see him and you just wanted him close. You wanted to nestle underneath his arm and fall asleep, his warm body lulling you into a quiet slumber.
But, just like always, he came back to you, something in his hands.
He smiled at you as he sat down on the bed, placing his hand on your knee and parting your legs.
“I’m just gonna clean you up, okay?” You nodded and let him dip between your legs, softly wiping himself away from your sore pussy.
He left for a moment again, coming back as quickly as he had gone. He pulled the covers over you, walking around the bed to settle himself down on the other side. He opened an arm invitingly and let you snuggle into him, hand coming up to stroke your hair.
“You okay, baby?” You felt him turn his head to look at you, smoothing back your hair and kissing your forehead.
“Yeah. Just tired.” He laughed to himself, letting you rest your head on his chest.
“You just wait till next time.” You giggled at his words, kissing him on the lips.
You could feel your eyes growing heavy and the steady breathing of James was sending you straight to sleep.
“There you go,” you heard him mutter. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”