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Dating Steve Harrington has been... the best six months of your life, truthfully.
He's attentive and gentle and such a gentleman to you. He makes you laugh and feel safe, not to mention how romantic he is. He takes you out on dates as much as he can get away with and gets you your favorite flowers every Sunday morning.
He made sure your parents approved of him when he first met them, even if he was a nervous wreck the whole time. He expressed to your parents that he only had the very best intentions with their daughter.
He sticks by your side even when you're grumpy and crabby because of your period cramps. He rubs your back on your bad days and drives you around town when you can't sleep late at night because he knows that helps you. He'll even carry back inside if you've fallen asleep in the car, not wanting to wake you.
There's not much more you could ask for in a boyfriend, especially for your very first boyfriend.
You've yet to go further than a heated make out session with him. Every time his hand starts to brush dangerously close to your chest or up your thigh, you pull away. He understands every time, not hesitating to stop when he notices the change in your demeanor. He knows he's your first boyfriend, he knows you're a virgin. He wants to wait until you're absolutely ready to go further.
You want to do more with him; you want too so badly. It's not like you don't trust him enough for it either. It's something deeper, someone you've yet to admit to him or anyone, really.
Everyone knows Steve Harrington gets around, well, not anymore thanks to you. But the rumors were wild in high school. Absolutely wild. Steve definitely got around and if the rumors are any sort of true (which you do believe) he's good in bed. Great, even.
You're scared you won't be as good as he's used too. That you won't know what to do with your hands or your mouth like the other girls were.
You desperately don't want to mess anything up with Steve. You love him and he loves you and you don't want that to change because you might not be good in bed. It's been a worrying though since around the two-month mark in your relationship with Steve.
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It started off as a normal night, the two of you cuddled up together on the dark brown love seat in his big living room, watching sixteen candles on the TV. Your legs are draped over his as you curl up against his side. There's a blanket hanging off the armrest of the loveseat, discarded only a few minutes into the movie since there's a living heater beside you, a.k.a him. His large, warm hand rubbing mindless shapes over your bare thigh beneath your pajama shorts. He's only half focused on the movie because, truthfully, he doesn't want to look away from you. He swears you're the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen. He's lucky to call himself your boyfriend.
"I can feel you staring at me, Stevie." You say softly, turning your head to look back at him. A smile forms on your lips as you see the tender expression his face holds for you.
"I know," is all he says back to you, his voice quiet and thoughtful. He reaches up and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. He traces his fingertips down your jawline before resting his hand back on your thigh. "You're too beautiful for me not to stare at you."
You can feel your cheeks heating up, no doubt a pink hue forming against your skin, "You... can't just say stuff like that." You say shyly to him, turning your head to look away from his soft, puppy dog eyes. He knows how flustered he makes you when he gets all soft and tender with you.
He grins and leans over to press a soft kiss to your warm cheek, "why not? It makes you blush every time." He says playfully, giving your leg a tiny squeeze underneath his palm.
You just roll your eyes slightly, the smile never leaving your lips as you move your head to the crook of his neck, hoping to hide the spreading blush on your cheeks.
He just holds you closer to him, closing his eyes blissfully as he rests his head on top of yours. He inhales the scent of your shampoo, a growing favorite of his. God, he could stay here for hours with you and be as content as can be.
A few moments later, your head still tucked in the crook of his neck and your heart beating a little faster in your chest, you speak up. Your voice comes out more timid than you intended it to, "Steve... can I ask you something?" You keep your eyes focused on his warm hand on your thigh.
He hums softly, "Course. You can ask me anything." He murmurs quietly to you, wondering what you're thinking about.
You swallow thickly, trying to hide your nervousness from coming through your voice again, "...Do you... Do you want to have sex with me?" You can feel your palms sweat slightly and you're just now realizing how hot it is in the living room. Your cheeks, and the tips of your ears, burn brightly with a blush of embarrassment at how bluntly you phrased the question.
His hand pauses on your thigh, momentarily stopping the motion of his fingertips, as he takes in your question. He opens his eyes, but doesn't move his head off of yours, "Yeah, of course I do." He says quietly. "But only when you're ready." He follows up a moment later, realizing it sounds like he's wanting it now. He truly only wants to make love with you when you're good and ready for it. And he knows you haven't been thus far.
"...And what if I said I was ready now?" You ask him quietly. You lift your head up to look up at him, in the eyes.
He quirks an eyebrow up curiously, "Then I'd say I don't believe you." He says simply. He lifts his hand off your thigh to cup your warm cheek, gently brushing his thumb against your soft skin. Your eyebrows furrow at his response but before you can say anything, he speaks up again. He looks down at you with that same soft, tender expression that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, "I want to wait until you're a hundred and ten percent ready to go that far with me and I don't think you are."
The truthfulness in his voice makes you swoon, your expression softening, "Steve, I..." You trail off for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. "I... I am ready... It's just.." You look away from him, your eyes flicking around the big living room, anywhere but at him.
He gently turns your head to face him again, his face full of understanding, "Talk to me, honey..." He whispers softly, wanting you to be open with him. He never wants you to feel like you have to hide anything from him. He wants to know everything. His hand slowly slides from your cheek down to the back of your neck.
"I want to go that far with you.. I just worry... I won't be any good at it." You admit quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. And there's the truth, the hidden insecurity buried so deep inside your chest finally out in the open with him. "That I won't be like the other girls."
"I don't want you to be like the other girls, baby." He whispers gently back to you, looking into your eyes and your eyes only. "I want you to be like... you. No one else."
You blink a few times as his words register in your mind, the tightness in your chest uncoiling a tiny bit. You pick at the fraying edge of your pajama shirt with your hands nervously, "And if I'm... no good?" You ask him quietly.
He tilts his head to the side slightly, "Then we get better. Together." He says to you, as if it's the easier thing to figure out. "It's not rocket science, baby."
"Then why does it feel like it is?" You ask him quietly, a small smile forming at the corner of your lips.
He smiles wider at your response. He gently cards his fingers through the hair at the base of your neck, "Because you're thinking about it too much. When the time comes... and it doesn't have to happen any time soon, we'll figure out what we want together and it'll come naturally, eventually." He reassures you quietly, softly brushing his hand through your hair.
You do feel a little better from his reassurance, your chest feeling lighter, "So... even if I do suck the first time... you'll still love me?" You ask him with a playful smile on your lips.
He smiles and laughs softly, "I'm the least bit worried about you 'sucking' but, even on the off chance you do... of course I'll still love you." He brings your head closer to his, looking deep into your eyes. "I'm not sure anything could make me stop loving you."
You blush brightly at his words and nod you head slightly, "Me... Me too..." You whisper shakily back to him. You bring your hand up to his and tug it down to your lap, holding it gently. He leans up and meets you in a tender kiss, his free hand cupping your cheek in his large hand.
You melt into the kiss, "I love you so much.." You whisper into the languid kiss, your lips moving in perfect sync.
He smiles, "I love you too, beautiful." He whispers quietly back to you into the kiss. He pulls away a moment later, "Want to finish watching the movie now?"
You nod softly, staring into his beautiful eyes, "Yeah... Yeah, we can finish the movie now."
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It's been almost two weeks since you had that talk with him and you do feel a lot better about it now. Knowing that he doesn't want you to be like the other girls he's slept with feels like a weight has been taken off your chest. You've been trying to find the right time for both of you to have your first time, wanting to make it special.
Earlier this week you even went to the next town over to go to a lingerie store for the first time. The lady working there helped you get a matching set that you thought he would like. A beautiful yellow lacy bra that fit you like a glove and a matching pair of cheeky panties.
You and him finally have a day off together and he invited you over to his place. His parents won't be home, obviously, since they rarely are home.
The kids are also having another DnD session so there's no chance of your alone time being interrupted.
It's perfect.
The two of you make dinner together, a steak dinner with mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables. It's something you really like to do with him since he's surprisingly a really good cook.
You sit across each other at the dining room table, eating the delicious food you both prepared together and talk about a bunch of things. He talks about how Keith is being really annoying whenever he has to deal with him at work for not 'getting him a date with a hot babe' like that's one of Steves responsibilities. You talk about how annoying Dustin can be whenever he comes to the library with more books when he already has five checked out. Dustin always says he should get a free pass because you've fought monsters with him (secretly you always let Dustin take the books home).
Afterwards, you sit together on the couch, watching re-runs of Golden Girls, which he pretends to grumble over but you know he secretly loves watching it with you. You lean against his side as he strokes his hand over your arm, resting his head on yours. You fidget with the blanket over both of your laps, your heart racing in your chest as you try to gain the courage to tell Steve you want him to take your virginity tonight. Your palms sweat slightly when you finally speak up, "Steve?" You ask him quietly.
He hums in response, letting you know he's listening to you, keeping his eyes focused on the TV in front of him.
"I... I want to do it tonight.." You murmur quietly, the heavy, nervous feeling settling in your chest again.
His hand pauses on your arm, and he feels his heart skip a beat. It takes him a moment to respond, "..Say that again?" He asks, his voice strained, like he didn't hear you right the first time.
You gulp silently and lift your head from his shoulder, "I.. I want to.. have sex with you tonight." You say quietly, looking into his eyes nervously.
He stares down at you for a few moments, completely stunned. He was thinking you still wanted more time to get comfortable with the idea of doing it with him. He lets out a shaky breath, desire pooling in his stomach at the thought of making love with you tonight, "You're sure?" He asks you softly, before his thoughts get carried away. "Like a hundred percent sure?"
You nod once, "Yes... Yes, I'm sure. I want to tonight... if you wanted." You say quietly, your hands clenching and unclenching the blanket over your lap.
He leans down and kisses you tenderly for a few moments. When he pulls away, he brings his free hand to lightly brush over your cheek, "Of course I want too... Just need you to be ready." His voice rumbles out deeply.
"I'm ready." You say finally, nodding your head. You've been ready ever since your talk with him those few weeks ago but just needed to gain the courage to tell him that. Somehow it turned out to be more complicated than you intended it to be.
He smiles gently, his thumb gently rubbing against the warmed skin of your cheek. He turns to look at the TV before looking back down at you, "Do we uh... need to finish this episode?" He asks playfully.
You giggle and roll your eyes slightly, "No," you shake your head slightly, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips. "We don't need to finish the episode."
"Well, then what are we waiting for?" He says as he stands up. He looks down at you and extends his hand for you to take. "The nights not getting any younger."
You take his hand without another word, and he kisses you softly, his hand still in yours. He guides you up the stairs towards his room.
You smile shyly the entire way up to his room, desire building in your stomach at what's to come.
He flicks the lamp on, a warm glow lighting up his room. You watch with soft eyes as he walks over to his window, closing the blinds and the curtains for maximum privacy.
"So..." You trail off, kind of just standing there awkwardly, fiddling with your hands anxiously. "How does this usually start?"
He can't help the smile from forming on his lips as he sees your nervousness in your figure. He walks up to you, gently placing one of his hands on your arm, the other hand brushing away your hair from your face, "Well... usually it starts with a lot kissing.. ." He says softly, looking at you with such a yearning expression, like he can't believe it's really happening.
You swallow, "Well then.. what are we waiting for?" You ask him, trying to stop being so nervous. You grab his hand and tug him over to the bed, sitting down on the dark navy bedspread. He smiles and lets you guide him, sitting down beside you.
He's the one to lean in first, only after admiring you with the softest eyes for a few moments, he pulls you close and gently presses his plush lips to yours.
You feel yourself melt into the kiss, bringing a hand to his shoulder to pull him closer. He gently guides you down to rest your head against his pillows, his lips never leaving yours. He hovers over you, not wanting to crush you with his weight, not until you pull him down with your hand.
You gently slip your hand underneath his shirt, your fingers gliding over the expansion of his mole and freckled back. He lets out a soft sound against your lips, his hand traveling up your clothed side to cup your cheek.
He makes sure to kiss you slowly, making sure you can feel that he wants to take this slow with you, as slow as you want it to go.
The only sounds in the room are the soft sighs he pulls from your lips and the sound of your lips against his.
He pulls away from you to look at you, his chest heaving slightly. He takes you in with a soft expression, your disheveled hair against his pillows, your lips rosy, almost as rosy as your cheeks are.
You speak up after you've caught your breath, your hands slowly leaving his back, "I um.. I brought the mixtape you made me a few months ago... Could we maybe... play it?" You ask him softly, biting your bottom lip.
He smiles and brings his hand up to tug your lip from between your teeth. He nods, "Course we can." He murmurs quietly. He gets up off the bed and digs around the overnight bag you brought for the cassette tape. He finds it and pops it into the stereo that sits on top of his dresser. The soft melody of Etta James' 'At Last' pours through the stereo's speaker.
He looks back over at you, admiring you, "You're so beautiful.." He murmurs, almost to himself, like he's just taking you all in.
You blush at the sincerity of his voice, "I um.. I brought something else too.." You whisper nervously as he walks back to the bed. You stand up from the bed, facing him.
He raises his eyebrow curiously as he sits down on the bed, leaning back on his hands, "What is it, honey?" He asks you softly.
You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you look down at him. Instead of answering him verbally, you steel yourself and tug the sweater you've been wearing the entire night off, revealing the yellow bra you bought specifically for this night. It cups your breasts perfectly.
It's like the wind gets knocked from his chest as he looks at you, admiration and desire filling his eyes. He's almost at a loss for words as he looks at you shirtless. It's not like he's never seen you without a top on, only it's always been in passing, he's never been allowed to truly gaze at you. To him, you're a work of art. For some reason, you've almost left him completely speechless, he can only look at you lovingly, until he finds his voice, "Jesus... you're stunning.." He whispers quietly.
He tugs you closer to him, standing you in between his legs. He lets his hands roam over your sides and your stomach, "You like it?" You manage to ask him, your voice strained. You can't help but lean closer to him, wanting his hands all over you.
"Like it?" He asks as if that question is incredulous. He looks up at you, "Baby, I love it."
You smile softly and lean down to kiss him. His hands squeeze your sides slightly and without breaking the kiss, he pulls you down onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you settle against his lap. A slight gasp leaves your lips as you feel his hardness beneath you. You let out a breathless little laugh, "You must really like it." You murmur softly, unable to help yourself from making the joke.
He laughs softly, "No kidding." He says playfully back to you. He brushes your hair back away from your shoulder and lets his fingers glide over the yellow bra strap, looking at you with hungry eyes. "I want you to know... we can stop any time." He says delicately.
"I really don't think I'm going to want to stop.. I haven't been able to stop thinking about this for weeks." You admit to him, feeling a little less shy now that you know, feel, how much he loves you.
He rolls his eyes playfully and gives your bare side a slight squeeze, "Just in case you change your mind." He says softly, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes that make you swoon every time you look at him.
You nod your head gently, "I know." You whisper quietly back to him, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. "Kiss me again.."
"With pleasure," is all he says before bringing his lips towards yours again. Your lips part slightly, and he takes his chance to slide his tongue into your mouth, pressing against yours.
You let out a shaky sigh and let him take over the kiss. Your hips shift and a groan tears from your throat as you feel his bulge grind against you. You let go of his hair to take his hand and guide it to your breast, wanting- no, craving to feel his hands on you.
His head feels lightheaded as you guide his hand. He squeezes your breast tentatively through your bra, eliciting a quiet moan from your lips. The noise goes straight to dick, and he swears to himself he's going to make so many more of those gorgeous moans slip through those pretty lips of yours tonight.
He pulls away from your lips and softly kisses down your cheek and your jawline. You lean your head back slightly to give him more room to work with, biting your lip when you feel him start to nip and suck at the thin skin of your neck. You let your desire take over and you move your hips against his once more, your eyes closing blissfully. He slides his hands from your sides down to the swell of your ass to help guide you.
"Just like that.." You whisper breathlessly to him, your hands gripping his shirt and his hair tightly. He keeps sucking little love marks onto your neck, not caring about the placement and how visible it'll be tomorrow, if anything the though only spurs him to create more. He moves his head further down your neck, gently nipping at your collarbone, his hand still squeezing at the ample flesh of your breast through your bra.
"Can I take this off?" He asks you, looking up at you. He wets his bottom lip with his tongue. "Please?"
You nod rapidly, "Yes." You say back to him, letting his hands slide back to the clasps of your bra. He fingers expertly release the clasps and he slides the straps off your arms, letting the bra fall to the floor uncaringly. He stares at your exposed breasts. His tongue darts out to wet his lips again. He hesitantly moves his hand to cup your warm breast, feeling your nipple harden underneath his palm.
You look down at him, analyzing his expression for any signs of discontentment, but you find nothing but a hungry look in his eyes, "Do you.." Your voice is broken off with a moan, "Like 'em?"
"God, yes... I'm obsessed." He murmurs back to you, relieving any fear that he doesn't from your mind. "Can I use my mouth?" He asks you softly, a pleading look in his eyes, like he needs to use his mouth on you as soon as possible.
You nod your head without any hesitation. The sensation of his mouth on your breast is unlike anything you've experienced, and it makes you groan softly, your head tipping backwards again. His tongue swirls around your nipple, a groan leaving his mouth. His other hand continues to massage your other breast, not leaving it without attention.
"Steve.." You whisper out his name, your hand clenching the fabric of his shirt tightly. You tug at the fabric, and he gets the hint, pulling away from you and shucking off his own shirt, leaving you both in the same state of undress. You stare down at his bare skin, the dark hair covering his chest with a small trail leading down his stomach and disappearing into his jeans making your mouth water with want. His mouth returns to your other breast, giving it the same treatment.
You brush your hand over his chest, feeling the wiry chest hair beneath your fingertips. You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling your underwear get even more wet as desire takes over, "I need more... please." You say to him, an almost begging tone in your voice.
He pulls away and flips you both so you're resting on his bed again. He looks down at you, "Yeah? You want more?" He asks you softly, his mouth back on your breast, kissing over the stretchmarks. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl."
You feel your cheeks flush as you look down at him, brushing your hand down his bare back, "Want you mouth on me.." You admit quietly, the blush working it's way down your chest.
"It is.." He says playfully, still pressing soft and tender kisses to your breasts, his hand rubbing over the softness of your stomach.
You can't help the soft giggle that leaves your lips, and you look down at him, making eye contact with him, "You know what I mean, asshole." You say playfully back to him.
He hums softly in consideration, "Gotta tell me exactly what you want, baby." He says teasingly and you know he knows what you want from him.
Your cheeks burn even more if that's even possible at this point, your heart racing against your ribcage, "Want.. your mouth on... on my pussy." Your eyes close tightly as if admitting a deep and dark secret.
He grins, and you can feel it against your skin, "That's all you had to do, honey." He murmurs softly, sitting up on his knees. He helps you take off your jeans, his cock throbbing in his jeans at the sight of your yellow matching underwear, "You trying to kill me?" He asks you in a strangled voice, throwing your jeans somewhere on the floor.
You look down at him as you feel his fingers gently touching the soft lacy cotton wrapped around your hips, "Not kill you... only seduce you." You murmur softly.
He bites his lip as he lays down between your legs, "It's definitely working.." He moves his hand down towards the center of your underwear, feeling the damp spot through the fabric. His mouth waters and he wants nothing more than to bury himself in your heat, "This all for me?" He asks you quietly, the desire clear in his voice.
You nod your head rapidly against the pillows, "Yes... All for you, Steve." You swallow thickly, feeling your heartbeat between your legs, which has only happened a few times before, when you were extremely turned on.
"You're so gorgeous." He whispers softly, pressing his fingertips against the tiny bump right above the wet patch of your underwear, rubbing his fingers with slow, languid movements.
The urge to press your thighs together, to trap his hand between your thighs, is a strong one. You manage to hold back, keeping your legs apart. A breathy moan leaves your lips as you feel his fingertips against your clit, "Please, Steve, I need more.." You beg him softly, wanting his fingers and his mouth on you with no barrier between.
He takes his fingers away from the heat between your legs, "Whatever my pretty girl wants." He murmurs deeply to you, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your panties and tugging them down each leg, his movements full of tender care for you.
You swallow thickly, your nerves hitting you once again as you realize you're completely bare in front of him now. You can't help but press your thighs together as he puts your panties at the bottom of his bed. He turns back to face you, only to be met with a very nervous expression on your face, "Hey.." He whispers softly, pressing a soft kiss to the soft skin of your knee, his hands rubbing up and down on your legs soothingly. "It's just me.. don't be nervous."
"No one's ever seen it before." You can't help but say, like he doesn't already know that. Your heart beats wildly in your chest. "A-And I didn't shave... I wasn't sure if you liked that or not." Your nervous ramble makes a smile appear over his lips.
He reaches up with his left hand and finds yours by your side, giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze, "I don't care if you shaved or not. I sure as hell didn't." He says softly, trying to get you less nervous. "It's okay, baby. I'm not going to be scared off by some hair."
You nod softly, your nerves temporarily soothed by his words. You squeeze his hand back and open your thighs hesitantly, letting him see you for the first time.
He looks down at you and slowly presses soft kisses to the inside of your thigh, his eyes looking at you hungrily, "God, baby... you're perfect." He praises you gently. He brings his free hand up and slowly touches you for the first time. His fingers are colder than the heat of your pussy and it makes you moan softly. He takes his time exploring you with his fingers, slowly spreading your lips to expose the wetness that has slowly began to spread. "You're soaked.." He whispers quietly, his fingers ever so slightly dipping into the wetness.
It coats his index and middle fingertips easily and he can't stop himself from bringing his two fingers to his mouth, tasting you for the first time. He moans at the taste.
A groan leaves your lips at the sight of him with his fingers in his mouth, "Jesus Christ." You whisper quietly to yourself, unable to feel anything but pure, hot desire coursing through your veins.
His fingers, now coated in his own saliva, return to your pussy, rubbing your clit with precision.
You squeeze his hand, your other hand finding the blanket beneath you and squeezing it tightly at the pleasure that wracks through your body. Your legs quiver as they rest around his body. He leans in and presses soft, tender kisses to the inside of your thighs, slowly working his way up to your unclothed sex.
You let out a loud, uncontrollable noise when you feel his tongue against you for the first time, "Steve!" You moan loudly. Your eyes close tightly and your back arches up, your hips moving against his mouth. He groans against you, his own eyes closing blissfully. His tongue laps at your clit and he can practically feel it pulsating under his administrations. He zones in on your clit, giving it exactly the attention it needs. The hand not holding yours, sneaks up and presses against your entrance, sliding his middle finger in with ease from how wet you are. Your walls clench around his finger. He crooks his finger towards your stomach, his lips still sucking at your clit.
You honest to God squeal at the dual sensation he's giving you, moans and blissful sighs falling from your lips. "More, Steve! Please more." You beg him loudly. You're so glad you chose to do this at his empty house, never realizing how loud you'd be. Usually, you're never this loud when you're by yourself.
He slides his middle finger out of your pussy, only to add his ring finger as well. He thrusts his two fingers into your wet, hot sex, grinning as your thighs enclose around his head. With each thrust of his fingers, he crooks his fingers to push right against your sensitive spot inside. Every few thrusts, he'll massage his fingers for a few moments against that spongy spot that so desperately needed his attention. You clench around his fingers so tightly he can barely move his fingers, and he groans against you when he realizes soon, he'll feel that around his cock.
You've never felt so good in your entire life. Sure, you've given yourself from great orgasms but never have you felt so mind melted, and you haven't even orgasmed yet. Your hand lets go of the bedsheets to thread your fingers through his thick chestnut colored hair, pushing his head against you without even realizing you're doing it. "Steve! Steve..." His name comes out of your mouth like a mantra. You're unable to hold yourself back anymore.
He groans as you push his head harder against your pussy, his tongue licking flat up against your clit, relishing in your moans and squeals. He can't help himself from moving his hips against the bedsheets, giving his cock some much needed relief in his jeans.
He slides his two slick covered fingers out of your pussy to add in his index finger to the mix, knowing you'll need more stretching for his rather large cock.
His thick fingers sliding in and out of your pussy feel like nothing you've felt before. The pleasant stretch around your walls only creating more slick to gather between your thighs, falling down your ass slowly. You hold onto his hand tighter by your side and you feel him hold your hand back just as tightly, a silent reassurance from him I've got you.
"Steve." You say in warning, tugging his hair harder without meaning too. Your eyes open and you look down at him, his eyes still closed blissfully as he fully immerges himself in your pleasure. The sight of him between your legs makes you groan again, "'M gonna cum." You say as your legs quiver around him. He hums in response, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers again, making it difficult to thrust them. He crooks them against your g-spot and hums around your clit, his tongue lapping at the underside of it directly.
That's all it takes for you to cum, your whole body tenses and white explodes behind your eyelids as pleasure wracks through your entire body. He keeps going until you push his head away as over stimulation begins to hit.
You're left almost entirely exhausted and bone dead as he eases his fingers out of you, lapping at them like he tastes candy on them.
You look up at him as your chest heaves, "You've killed me and this is heaven, isn't it?" You ask him softly, tugging him down closer to you.
He smiles and pulls you into a kiss, his clean hand brushing over your hair. You moan into the kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You pull away to look into at him, feeling his hardness poke against your thigh, "Can I... return the favor?" You ask him quietly, bringing your hand down to cup his bulge.
He lets out a soft noise, "Jesus- as much as I want to say yes, I really want to be inside you." He says as he looks down at you. "Can I... be inside you?"
You nod and bite your lip, "Definitely yes."
He wiggles his way out of his jeans and throws them on the floor to join with the rest of the clothes. Before he tugs down his boxer briefs, he speaks up as he looks at you, "I feel like I should warn you... I am... kind of large.." He says softly, not wanting to surprise you.
You look up at him and nod, "Okay.." You murmur quietly, feeling heat pool in between your legs again at his admission. He tugs his boxer briefs down, his hard cock springing up and slapping against his stomach.
"Holy fucking shit." You say in surprise, sitting up slightly against the pillows at the top of the bed. He said he was kind of large, not gigantic. You stare down at his crotch with wide eyes, "How in the hell is that monster going to fit inside me?"
He can't help but let out a loud, surprised laugh at your shock. A large smile spreads over his lips as he looks down at his cock, "Don't call it a monster!" He says laughing softly still.
"What am I supposed to call it?" You ask him in shock still at the sheer size of him.
"Well, I mean, we can find a name for him, but I'm more interested in something else at the moment." He says as he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it with long, languid strokes.
You're almost at a loss for words as you look down at his cock, unable to keep your eyes off the third leg he's been hiding in his pants.
"Baby!" He says laughing again, throwing his head back against the pillows. "Can you please stop gawking? I'm going to get self-conscious here." He says playfully.
You smile back at him, meeting his eyes. You lay down on your side, mirroring his position, "Steve, you've been hiding a weapon in your pants this whole time." You say playfully back to him, as if he didn't know. you lean in and press soft kisses against his neck. Despite the joking, you can feel the ache between your legs grow again at the thought of him being inside you, how good you can already imagine it feeling.
"This is only a weapon love, baby," he murmurs softly to you, a smile on his lips still. He lets out a soft sigh at the feeling of your lips on his neck. He looks down at you, "You sure you want to keep going?" He asks you softly, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable at all.
You nod and look up at him, "I really do.." You say seriously.
He nods, "Lay back down on your back." He picks up the pillow you're not laying your head on and carefully guides it underneath your hips, knowing this angle will feel much better for you.
He then leans over to reach over to the bottom drawer of his nightstand and grabs a condom. He tears it open with his teeth and guides it down his thick cock, setting the wrapper on the nightstand. He reaches in the bottom drawer again and pulls out a bottle of lube.
You raise your eyebrow curiously at the bottle of lube, but he just smiles, "it'll help a lot, baby." He says gently. He squirts some in his palm and coats his cock with it, wincing at the coldness of it, but quickly getting used to it.
You spread your legs instinctively to allow him to rest between them. You feel your heart pound in your chest again as you look down at his dick.
"You're one hundred percent you want this?" He asks you softly. You nod as you look back up at him, your eyes trailing over his beautiful figure.
He leans down and connects your lips together for a tender kiss for a few moments. He slowly moves his cock up and down your wet slit, swallowing your moans with his mouth.
He then lines himself up with your pussy, "Take a deep breath, honey." He whispers softly before he slowly begins to push the head of his cock into your wet heat.
You wince at the sheer size he's entering into you, your face twisting up in a slight grimace which he immediately notices. He cups your cheek softly, "Deep breath, baby. I'll only move when you're ready." He whispers reassuringly to you, looking deep into your eyes.
You look back into his big, brown eyes and take a slow, deep breath. You nod your head after a moment, forcing yourself to relax slightly. You stare into each other's eyes as he pushes a few more inches in slowly.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him down so you're chest to chest with him, whimpering at the feeling of absolute fullness of his cock. Your nails dig into his shoulders slightly, leaving little marks etched into his skin, "Is... Is it all in?" You ask him, your voice tight.
He leans his head down on your shoulder, his hair slightly sweaty on your skin, "Almost, baby.. Just a little bit more." He lets out a shaky breath at how tight and warm your pussy is around him. "You're so fucking tight." He says in a strained voice, pushing his hips a little bit more against you. He reaches up and intertwines your fingers with his, lifting his head back up to see your beautiful, blissed out face as he bottoms out.
You can't even say anything, left completely speechless. Your legs wrap around his hips. He slowly slips his free hand in between your bodies and slowly rubs your clit with the pads of his fingertips as he lets you get used to the feeling of him, "You okay?" He asks you quietly, his voice shaking slightly. He looks down at you with a soft expression, wanting to make sure you're okay and comfortable.
A shaky exhale leaves your lips, and you meet his gaze, "'M okay.." You whisper softly back to him, trying to get used to his size inside you. "Just.. give me a minute.."
He nods and keeps his hips still, wanting so badly to start moving but he’ll wait until you’re ready.
“Fuck.” You whisper shakily, feeling yourself clench around him. Your fingers dig into the soft skin of his shoulder blades. You can’t wait any longer, “Move. Steve, please move.”
He does exactly that, gently starting to pull out then shallowly back in, biting his lip as he refrains from pounding into you like he craves. He moves his hand off your clit, placing his arm by your head to hold himself up.
Pleasure zips up your spine and your eyes close softly. Tiny moans slip from your rosy lips with every shallow thrust of his hips. His chest hair brushes against your breasts, your nipples hardening.
He swallows your moans by placing his lips over yours in a heated kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips easily.
You can barely keep up with the kiss, your toes curling in pleasure. He’s so big, you can practically feel him in your stomach with every thrust. The thought of sends another shiver down your spine.
“Stevie, please.. harder.” You say breathlessly into the kiss, making him groan. You wrap your legs around his hips tighter as he starts to thrust into you harder.
A loud moan rips from your throat and you throw your head back onto the pillows, completely unable to stop yourself from being noisy, “Yes yes yes…” You murmur breathlessly. Your nails drag down his back, making him moan into your neck. The sound of his pleasure makes your pussy clench around him.
"Fuck, baby.. you feel so good 'round me." He murmurs softly to you, pressing sloppy, open mouth kisses to your neck. He lets out another whiny moan and feels you squeeze around his cock again. "You... you like hearing me? Can.. feel you squeezing me.."
You nod your head against the pillows, your heart beating wildly in your chest, "God, yes.. Sounds s-so fuckin' hot, Steve." Your voice jumps with every thrust. You push your legs against his back, making him push in harder. "You're so fucking big.." You moan into his ear.
He moans again, moving faster at the praise falling from your lips. He lifts his head from your shoulder to kiss you again. Although, it's not much of a kiss, more like moaning into each other's mouths. "You're so beautiful. I-I'm... I'm gonna come.." He says shakily.
You nod your head, looking deep into his eyes. You move one of your hands off his back to reach down to your clit, but he pushes your hand away, wanting to do it himself. he rubs your clit with the pads of his fingertips. He needs you to cum with him.
You look down and see his cock disappearing and reappearing, a whimper leaving your lips at the lewd sight. You feel that familiar build in your stomach, your breathing quickening, "I... I'm close.." You whisper to him.
That only spurs him on, "Yeah- yeah, baby... cum with me.." He says as he rubs tight, little circles on your sensitive clit. "You're so good, baby. So fucking good. Love you so much."
Your back arches, toes curling and you squeeze around his cock as you feel that coil snap. "Steve!" You yell out, holding him close.
That's all it takes for him to fall over the edge too, burying himself deep inside you. A blissed-out moan leaves his lips as he cums into the condom, his hips stuttering. His hand squeezes your side as he tries to catch his breath.
You hold his sweaty body close to yours as you catch your breath, feeling your muscles tense and relax. He collapses down on you; his head pressed against your chest as he slowly eases his softening cock out of your pussy. His hot breath falling over your skin. You open your heavy eyes, looking down at him. Your hand brushes over his warm back, right over where your nails had scratched just moments ago, making him shiver slightly. You've never felt so content in your life before, wrapped underneath him, sharing a really special moment with him, "I love you too.." You whisper breathlessly, your chest heaving slightly.
He smiles softly and exhaustedly, moves his body off of yours, laying on his side, facing you. He slips off the condom and ties it, throwing it to the floor to be dealt with later. He looks down at you, like you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He gently runs his hand down your chest, your skin wet from sweat, he doesn't mind one bit. He rests his hand on your lower stomach, gazing over your entire figure.
You turn your head to look at him, his hair messy and laying limp against his forehead from sweat, his cheeks and lips rosy. He looks like a work of art in your eyes. You turn so your facing him more, moving the pillow from underneath your hips, "That was..." You trail off, not knowing how to describe what just happened.
He brushes your hair from your face, "It was good, right?" He asks you, his voice deep and full satisfied.
You nod your head, "Incredible." You murmur back to him, curling against him. "Thank you, Steve.."
He holds you close to him, rubbing his hand all over your bare skin, "Thank you for trusting me with that.." His voice rumbles through his chest and his legs intertwine with yours.
You hum softly, your eyes slipping closed as the sudden tiredness hits. You melt against his warm body, your head resting on his hairy chest you love. He runs his fingers through your hair, letting you relax against him. "I love you, baby... more than I've ever loved someone.." He whispers softly to you.
You smile and rest your hand over his side, "I love you too.." You whisper back to him. "Can't believe I stopped us from doing this for months."
That makes him laugh softly, the sound rumbling from his chest, "It's okay, baby.. We have all the time in the world to do it now."
The two of you rest against each other for a few minutes, relishing in the quiet intimacy. The only sound in the bedroom being the last few songs of the mixtape playing from the stereo.
He's the one to break the comfortable silence between the two of you, his hand rubbing random, soothing patterns on your arm, "You want to take a bath with me?" He asks you softly, gazing down at you lovingly.
You don't open your eyes but you nod your head, smiling softly, "I'd like that..." You whisper quietly to him.
He gently squeezes your arm and presses a soft kiss to your forehead before slowly separating himself from you. He walks out of his bedroom and down to the bathroom, getting the water warmed before plugging the tub so it'll fill. He even adds some lavender soap to the water, so it'll bubble and smell good. He gets two fluffy towels from the closet and sets them down on the bathroom counter.
He comes back to the bedroom a few moments later, gazing at your bare, sleeping figure on his bed with a soft expression. He admires you from the doorway for a moment, his heart feeling so full of happiness and contentment. He walks over to the bed and rubs his hand down your back, "Wake up, sleepyhead. I've got the bath going." He says softly to you, watching as you begin to wake.
You sigh softly and stretch your legs before opening your eyes. You raise an eyebrow at the naked sight before you, grinning, "I could get used to this." You murmur sleepily.
He laughs softly but doesn't bother to cover up as you ogle him, "You just gonna stare at me or are you gonna get up?"
You hum softly, "Can't I do both?" You ask him playfully, waggling your eyebrows at him. "You know, he actually looks a lot more friendly like this." You say as you refer to his dick.
His cheeks turn a soft shade of pink at your remark, "You can't just say shit like that." He says laughing softly. "Get your sleepy butt up."
You giggle and sit up a moment later, your muscles screaming at you to lay back down but you ignore it. You get up on your feet, ignoring the slight ache between your legs and follow him down the hallway. You don't even bother to act like you aren't staring at his ass the whole way there.
You sigh softly once your reach the bathroom, the scent of lavender soap filling your nose pleasantly. He helps you get into the rather large bathtub, and he slips in behind you, letting you lean your back against his chest. His legs are spread around yours.
He holds you close to him, his head resting on top of yours and his hands encircling you. The warm water soothes both of you and you feel yourself relax against him fully in the warm water.
A few moments later he gently wets a washcloth with the warm water and lathers it with soap, "Are you sore, honey?" He asks you quietly, moving the washcloth over your warm skin.
"Just a little bit.." You whisper back to him, not bothering to open your eyes just yet. You sigh contentedly, feeling yourself melt against him as he washes you gently.
"I wasn't too rough, was I?" He asks you; more worry in his tone. "Or is it just cause I'm big?" He doesn't like the fact that the size of him hurt you, especially since it's your first time, but he tried to go as gently as he could.
"You weren't rough, Stevie, don't worry.." You whisper tiredly, feeling yourself start to fall asleep. "You were perfect.."
He looks down at notices how close you are to falling asleep and decides to stay quiet, letting you rest.
He ends just holding you securely against him, his hands resting over your side and your stomach. "So perfect..." He whispers quietly, mostly to himself.
He lets you rest for a little while until he notices the water start to grow colder.
"Honey..." He says softly. "Time to get up before we both turn into Raisins."
You nod your head tiredly and wake up once more. You both get up out of the tub and dry off with the big towels on the bathroom counter. You look at yourself in the mirror, "Steve.. Looks like a vampire attacked my neck.." You say as you brush your fingers over the hickeys and love marks covering your neck.
He grins as he looks at you, his towel wrapped loosely around his hips, "You're my work of art.." He wraps his arms around you as he stands behind you. He presses a soft kiss to your neck, "You look so pretty all marked up.."
You bite your lip softly as you look at him through the mirror, "You're something else, you know that?" You ask him teasingly.
"Only for you." He says softly, giving you a soft squeeze. "Only for you."
You grab his hand and guide him out of the bathroom and back towards the bedroom. You both change into pajamas, you with one of his soft shirts on and a clean pair of underwear and he wears a pair of sweats. He throws away the used condom in the small bin in his room, "Why don't you get comfortable. I'm gonna grab us a water bottle."
You nod softly and get underneath the blankets, sighing softly as your muscles relax again. You can't help but smile to yourself, feeling happy you finally let yourself go further with him and open yourself up to him.
He comes back with a water bottle and closes the bedroom door behind him. He slips in underneath the blankets beside you and lets you have the first few sips of the cool water. He takes a few gulps once you're done before setting it down on the nightstand beside his bed.
He pushes himself closer to you, spooning you from behind and resting his hand over your stomach, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin, "I love you." He murmurs tiredly to you, pressing his face against your hair and inhaling your scent.
You smile and close your eyes, putting your hand over his, "I love you too.. so much.." You whisper back to him.
You both fall asleep, holding onto each other, feeling closer than ever before.