by Amy Brent
His lips were soft, his face stubbly and itchy. He wasn't the first man I'd kissed – that honor had gone to a boy named Trevor when I was fourteen. It was a stupid decision, but he was the first mature man I'd made out with. And I had to admit, it was far better than any stupid high school or college boy, whose hands groped and pulled at me as their tongue barely moved inside of my mouth.
No, Julian knew how to kiss. He knew the art of kissing, and he knew exactly how to take my breath away.
My hands worked at the buttons of his shirt. I fumbled with them, growing nearly frantic to get his shirt off, eager to feel his flesh beneath my hands. But he stopped me. Grabbed my hands before I could remove a single button.
“We can't,” he said.
“Oh, but we can,” I said, kissing him again. “And we will, Julian.”
I pried my hands free from his and started removing the buttons again. This time though, I got his shirt halfway off before he pushed me up against the wall. He gave me a lusty grin as he pinned my hands to the wall above my head.
“No, Sabrina, this is wrong,” he said.
I felt his erection pressing into my belly as he spoke which told me he didn't think it was entirely wrong.
“Then why does it feel so right, Julian? Admit it, you want it. I can feel it. Your body wants me as much as mine wants you.”
He didn't deny it, but he adjusted, slightly so he wasn't pressing against me. Without the use of my hands, I thrust my hips outward, pressing my lower body into his, feeling his erection pressing against me once more. I wanted it. Needed it. Had to have it inside of me. As I ground myself against his hard cock, I smiled at him – the mischievous grin of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. He looked at me, a low, lusty growl escaping his throat as I pressed myself against him even harder.
“Your parents could be home – ”
I kissed him before he could finish, tasting his sweet lips and feeling his tongue against mine. I wrapped my legs around his body so that he was holding me up – and that meant he was pushing his hard cock into me. My body was on fire and I was absolutely dripping wet. Keeping clean, dry panties when Julian was around was apparently, an impossible task.
I let out a muffled groan as I ground my body onto him, feeling his hard dick pressing into the very center of me. Julian shuddered, but kept his position, holding me up with only his body and hands. He stared into my eyes, and I saw his need clearly. He trembled with it. But he fought so hard within himself, struggling with the idea of fucking his best friend's daughter – the little girl he'd known, all grown up now.
I knew it had to be weird for him. But time changes everything. I was a woman. He was a man. We presumably both liked to fuck. So why not do what we liked doing together?
“I can't – ”
“You can,” I said. “Oh, I know you can, Julian. I know you can. I can feel how bad you want it. Believe me, I want it just as bad.”
I whimpered as I continued rubbing myself against him, like a dog in heat. I needed him so badly, I couldn't control myself. I just wanted him to tear my clothes off and fuck me against that wall. Right then and right there. I wanted that hard cock deep inside of me and I honestly didn't care who was home or who heard. I needed him.
“Please, please, Julian – fuck me, please. Fuck me now. I can't wait any longer, baby.”
His breathing was ragged and heavy, and I knew he was fighting so hard against his need. Struggling with what he obviously wanted against what he thought was right and proper. He was trying so hard, but I could see the look on his face. It was primal. Animalistic. His base nature – the base nature in us all was beginning to emerge. His need was winning out, the little devil on his shoulder was working overtime, trying to talk him into this.
“Please, baby? Please, take my virginity and fuck me. Be gentle with me, but you can do whatever you want to me, Julian. You can have me any way you want. Make me to anything you desire,” I continued, purring into his ear. “I've waited for so long.”
“Fuck,” Julian muttered, his voice harsh.
His eyes were squeezed shut, and I could tell he was fighting so incredibly hard to not give in to me. His body was shaking with a raw need, a need that was taking over his body bit by bit. It was a slow erosion of his sense of what he thought was right and moral. But I was wearing him down – slowly, but surely, I was weakening his defenses. The battle was turning and it wouldn't be too much longer before I could claim victory in the war. And of course, to the victor go the spoils – which, in this case, was his very hard cock.
He was mine. I just needed to seal the deal and we'd be together, our bodies united as one.
“Oh God... Oh God, please...” I continued rubbing my sopping wet pussy against him, begging and pleading in a breathy voice. “Don't deny me this, Julian? Please don't deny me... don't deny yourself either. You know you want it. So do I.... Let's just do it, baby. There is nothing wrong with it. In fact, there is everything so right about it.”
The more I spoke, the more he shook, but he continued holding me there, caught between a rock and a hard place. He wanted me, he wanted this – but he was scared.
But as his eyes opened back up, I saw that they were full of a primal heat, and I knew – the devil had won.
Which meant that I'd won.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” I murmured.
Julian kissed me long and hard, pressing me harder into the wall with his body. I felt his size pushing into my pussy, only clothing separating us, and I knew I was in for a treat – a long, thick, hard treat. My body was going to need to take a little time to get used to him, sure, but once it did – oh man, it was going to be amazing. Even more amazing than my dildos and vibrators, that was for absolute certain. They served a purpose. Were a means to an end. But there was no way in hell they were going to be able to compete or compare with the real thing.
Julian let go of my hands, and I wrapped them around his shoulders, as he carried me over to the bed. He looked deeply into my eyes as he laid me down, his body falling on top of mine. Propping himself up on his arms, he stared down at me, that look of need still there on his face, and kissed my neck. Then he moved lower, kissing and sucking my collarbone, making me groan in pleasure. All the while, he continued pressing his hard cock against the hot, wet center of me.
His hands worked at my shirt, and after what seemed like an eternity, he managed to slip it off, pulling it over my head and exposing my breasts in a silky black bra. He cupped my breasts in his hands and stared down at me, that animalistic need to just fuck burning bright in his eyes. I welcomed it.
“God damn, you're so fucking sexy, Sabrina,” he croaked. “When did this happen?”
He tickled my nipples with his fingertips, making my body twitch beneath his touch and drawing a throaty sigh from me.
“Please – ” I begged him, my head moving from side-to-side on my pillow.
“No, I can't just fuck you, Sabrina,” he said. “Not if this is truly your first time. It wouldn't be right.”
I stared up at him, afraid of what he'd just said. “But I want you to be my first – ”
“If I am to be your first, it needs to be special, Sabrina. I'm not going to rush it and I'm not going to just use you like a common whore or a drunk girl at a frat house. You're far more special than that. And you deserve to be treated like it.”
I felt the smile returning to my face. “And this is exactly why I wanted you to be my first, Julian. I knew you'd treat me right. I knew you'd know how to be a gentleman.”
“Of course,” he said, kissing me softly. “Of course, sweetie. But I really want it to be perfect for you, so let's not rush things, okay?”
I bit my lip, afraid that this was his way of getting out of it. That by “not rushing things,” he was saying that we'd work on this over time – meaning, not today. Though, I had to admit that this was perfect. That as of right now, this was living up to the hype I'd built up in my head and blowing away all of my exp
ectations. It was perfect, I thought to myself.
“This is exactly the way I want it to be, Julian,” I said, stroking his cheek. Unlike before, he didn't pull away from my touch. Instead, this time, he actually leaned into my hand and closed his eyes, a relaxed look on his face. “This is already perfect. There's no way it can't be perfect as long as you're the one inside of me.”
When he opened his eyes, he looked down at me and sighed. It was a sound that was pleased. Relieved. It wasn't a sight of frustration, but one of absolute happiness and contentment. As if this was exactly what he was waiting for too.
I started by kissing his lips, then moved to his neck – dotting it with small, soft kisses. He moaned softly as I started to lick and suck on his neck. As I kissed him, I let out little whimpers of anticipation as he continued grinding that beautiful cock into me. My legs were wrapped around his body and I pulled him down onto me.
“This is perfect,” I whispered into his ear, nipping at the lobe. “This is exactly what I've been waiting for Julian, so give it to me – please? Give it to me?”
He was fighting once more, but his resolve was weakened quickly. Far faster than it had before. In a moment of weakness, I pushed him off me and flipped us around so I was the one on top of him – mostly so he couldn't change his mind. I was the one in control and I straddled his body, pressing myself down onto him. Now that he was on bottom, looking up at me, he looked even more afraid than before.
But I wasn't going to let him change his mind. Have second thoughts. Whatever. I was going to make sure he couldn't get away from me so easily. As I continued to kiss him, undressing him some more, his body finally started to loosen up. He let his hands wander across my body a bit more, cupping my breasts as I sat up and removed my bra. He licked his lips as I let my bra fall to the bed and exposed my plump breasts to him.
His eyes went wide as he stared at them, obviously liking what he saw.
“See? I told you I was a grown woman, Julian,” I said, grinding my hips down onto him.
Biting my bottom lip, I reached down and with a coy smile, started unbuckling his pants. He didn't stop me, he just continued to stare at me with a look of absolute desire on his face. He put his hands on my hips and held me down a bit as I started to thrust his hips upward, grinding that hard dick into me – drawing a groan of pleasure from me.
Slipping my hands down his slacks, I took hold of that thick, hard cock and watched as his eyes rolled back in his head. He moaned in pleasure as I squeezed his dick tight, stroking it up and down a little bit. He was nice and thick, and large – just as I knew he would be. Larger than any toy I'd ever used on myself, that was for sure. I couldn't even wrap my hand around it completely, but I did my best, stroking him as he let out a low groan.
“See? That feels good, doesn't it, Julian? Nothing wrong about that. In fact, there's nothing but good about that.”
I was enjoying the look on his face as I stroked his cock. It was an expression of pure rapture. Bliss. As I kept softly jerking his cock, I was growing wetter by the second – my panties were going to be soaked by the time we removed them. It would help him slide inside of me though. Hopefully, at least. Might as well get as lubed up as possible, to help ease the transition. I'd done my best to prepare myself for this day, but there was nothing that could prepare me for him.
“Yes. Oh yes,” he muttered between clenched teeth.
His head was back on the bed, his eyes were struggling to stay open as he watched me stroking his cock. I took his dick and placed it between my legs, my skirt up around my hips and only a thong separating us now, and I rubbed him against me. Feeling his hard cock against my most intimate parts caused me to spasm, feeling so close to orgasm before we even got started. That's how badly I wanted him inside of me. But I wanted to hold off. I didn't want to come until I had that amazing dick deep in me.
I rocked my hips up and down as I stroked him against my body, and then with the tip of his cock, I pushed the panties aside and we touched. It was something I'd wanted and had dreamed of for so long, that the sudden fulfillment of that fantasy was almost too much. Just feeling the tip of his prick against my tight, wet little hole brought me to the edge of orgasm.
His cock against my clit. It was an amazing sensation for our most intimate parts to be together, so close, and yet so far away. I continued to rub against him, feeling like my entire body might explode with pleasure before I even slipped him into my pussy and rode that delicious cock.
Moving his dick lower, I placed the tip directly against my opening as I watched him. His eyes were wide and filled with need as I rubbed him against my opening, the tip of his cock getting slick and wet with my juices.
“We'll have to go slow,” I said, nearly breathless. “To let me get used to you, of course. I need a moment to adjust to your size.”
“Of course,” he said. “Go as slow as you need to.”
This was it. We were doing it. My stomach was doing flip-flops, my heart was racing, and my pussy felt like it was engulfed in flames.
I lifted my body and placed the tip of him against my opening, using my hand to help me find exactly the right spot. I couldn't take my eyes off Julian, I needed to look in his eyes as he entered me for the first time. Wanted to see his reaction to his dick slipping inside of me. I wanted to see his face, if for no other reason, than to remind me that this was really happening – that this wasn't another toy and another fantasy. This was for real. That it was his cock inside of me – not a dildo.
Gently, I lowered myself down, taking just the tip between the lips of my pussy, but even that was exquisite. There was a little pain, but nothing too bad yet. Nothing I couldn't handle, and nothing too bad at all. But then, we weren't very deep yet. I knew that I had to expect some pain – maybe even a little blood too – though I'd done my best to prepare myself for this moment with my toys, so I hoped it wouldn't be too bad.
I slid down on his shaft just a little lower, this time gasping as I stretched open further than I'd been stretched before. The feeling was surreal – a mix of pleasure and pain. Julian's hands were on my hips and he kneaded my skin gently, lovingly, as I continued slowly lowering myself onto him, taking him deeper and deeper inside of me.
“You can stop at any time,” he said.
“I don't want to stop,” I gasped, taking even more of him into me.
My eyes shot open wide and I yipped when I moved a little too deep too soon. This was slightly uncomfortable, but not terrible. The fullness was unlike anything I'd imagined, and it was amazing. I needed more, and I needed it fast, but I knew to keep moving slowly.
Julian's jaw was clenched tight, and I knew he was struggling. He thrust upward slightly, plunging himself almost completely inside of me, and I cried out.
“I'm sorry – I didn't mean to – ”
“I know, baby,” I said softly, easing down even further. “It's okay. I'm fine.”
This was it. I was about to take his entire cock inside of me. I closed the distance, felt him buried deep inside of me, and it took me a second to get used to the sensation. I just sat there, a moment, rejoicing in the feeling of having him inside of me. The pain was there, just a bit, but the pleasure was overpowering. Intense. Even better than I'd imagined and fantasized that it would be.
I stared down at Julian, and he placed his hands on my hips, holding me there, savoring my tight pussy around his cock. He twitched and I felt him move inside of me. It was such a strange sensation, but one I enjoyed immensely.
I slowly started rocking my hips, moving gently back and forth on top of him. His hands worked over my body, cupping my breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing my nipples. Feeling him filling me up and moving inside of me sent electrical signals throughout my entire body that caused me to speed up. Soon, Julian's body was moving with mine, in our own little rhythm, as I leaned forward to kiss him.
But he beat me to it, grabbing my head and pulling me down toward him, kissing me long and hard as he moved his
body underneath me, fucking me gently – just as he promised he would.
I was still getting used to everything, my movements weren't perfect, but Julian didn't seem to mind. He was kind and patient with me. Everything was at my pace, and while going slow was nice, I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel him pounding his hard cock deep into me. I wanted to wanted to hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he fucked me.
“Please, take over,” I said.
Julian knew what I'd meant right away. He held onto my hips as he moved, rolling over and changing positions so he was on top of me – all while never taking his cock out of me. Now that he was on top, staring down into my eyes, I knew that the real fun could begin.
Julian moved slow, at first, but I begged him, “Faster, please – please, fuck me, Julian. Fuck me hard. Fast. Deep. Just fucking pound me, baby.”
He was concerned, watching my face carefully as he sped up. His brow was furrowed, but on his face as an expression of pure bliss as he thrust inside of me. He slammed his cock as deep as he could go inside into my pussy, drawing a gasp out of me.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I said. “Not at all. It's good, baby. Don't stop. Keep going.”
That was a lie, it actually had hurt a bit. But I wasn't going to say anything that might make him stop since it had mostly felt so good. It felt so fucking amazing to have him deep inside of me, at last.
“Keep going!” I begged, writhing underneath his lean, strong body. “Don't stop! Keep fucking me.”