I nearly tripped up the stairs as he dragged me along with him up to his bedroom. 'Babe, slow down!' I laughed as we rushed through his door and Ryan shut the door behind us, pushing me up against it as he attacked me with a deep and needful kiss.
'No way I'm slowing down when I've waited this long for you.' He whispered. I almost melted. His hands roved up and down my sides and my breath hitched.
'I'm so ready.' I said with a smile. Nineteen and still a virgin, Ryan was the only guy I had ever met that made me actually want to give it up. He knew exactly how to turn me on and wasn't ashamed to have frank conversations about sex and sexuality with me. Now, all that talk was about to pay off, as we each had a fairly good idea of how to make my first time a mind-blowing experience.
Ryan pulled away from me only to lead me over to his bed. He motioned for me to sit down and I sat carefully on the edge of his bed. Even though I had been looking forward to tonight for a long time, I was nervous. Would it hurt? Would his penis even fit? Ryan seemed to sense my nervousness and knelt behind me, rubbing my shoulders. He bent down to kiss my cheek.
'You sure?' he asked.
'I'm sure.' I answered, smiling widely.
'How about we just lie together and kiss for a while, hmm?' he suggested. I kicked off my shoes and snuggled up to him, gently kissing his neck down to his collarbone. He sighed happily as I nipped it slightly, grazing my teeth over his smooth, warm brown skin. I trailed my hand up his thigh, yearning to touch his cock but too afraid to follow through so soon. I kissed his lips hungrily, savouring the smooth feeling of his tongue on mine and the feel of his breath, hot on my cheek. Ryan's hands slid down over my ass and I gasped sharply. He knew what that did to me. In response, he gave it a slight slap and I moaned.
'Get on top of me.' He said, and I complied, swinging a leg over him and lowering my hips against his, grinding down against him. He grinned and kissed me harder, digging his fingertips into the yielding flesh of my butt. Propped up on my elbows, I stroked his coarse black hair slowly, running my fingers through it. I ground against him more.
'You like that, princess?' he asked. 'Do you feel it? You're making me hard.' I whimpered against his neck. I did feel it, right against my mound. Did I imagine it throbbing underneath that maddening layer of denim? I lifted myself up, kneeling and moving my crotch back and forth against his.
'Can I...' I searched for the words. 'Can I touch it?' He smiled.
'Yeah. You can take it out if you want.' I shifted so I was kneeling between his legs and carefully ran my fingertips over the outline of his dick. I looked up, seeking approval, and when he nodded encouragingly, I unbuttoned his fly and slowly lowered the zipper. He raised his hips as I pulled his jeans down, licking my lips as the outline became more defined through the thinner cotton of his boxers. I bent down to place a gentle kiss on its shaft through the fabric. It was warm, and I wanted desperately to feel it in my hand. I had never felt a cock before and my imagination was running wild. Was it really soft, like the skin of the eyelid, like I had read in a poem once?
'Come on, honey.' Ryan prodded. Almost fearfully, I pulled down his boxers and his cock bobbed up before me, no longer restrained. It seemed so big to me—he had sent me pictures when we sexted a few times, but in person it was huge, real—heavy. I held it gingerly in my hand and Ryan gasped.
'It's...' my voice trailed away as I regarded his penis, awestruck.
'What, baby?' he asked.
'Wow.' I finally said, giggling and looking up into his face.
'Yeah? I'll take that as a compliment.' He said. 'What do you wanna do with it?' Oh. What did I want to do with it? I was just holding it in my fist, afraid to do much more.
'I... I don't know. What should I do?' I asked him. He sat up and reached out, stroking my hair and lowering my head down toward his cock.
'Well, you can start by getting it wet with that pretty mouth of yours, princess.' I bit my lip. It was so close to my face. Unsure, I slowly licked up the underside of the shaft. It felt hot against my tongue. I looked up at him and his eyes were filled with lust. I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter in anticipation. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum already coming out of the hole in the tip.
'Mmmm,' I groaned as I took more of him into my mouth. The sensation of his flesh against my lips was amazing. He tasted good—salty, like sweat, but another taste I couldn't describe. Perfect.
'That's perfect, Becca.' He whispered. 'You can touch my balls, too.' I looked up at him questioningly as I cupped my hand gently around them. He smiled. I pulled my mouth off his cock and gently licked the seam of his scrotum. I pumped his cock in my right hand while my left stroked his balls carefully, my tongue leaving wet trails of saliva where it caressed the wrinkled skin. I took one into my mouth, sucking and swirling the tip of my tongue across its surface. Ryan entwined his fingers in my hair and pushed my mouth down onto his cock once more, all the way into my mouth before I started gagging. I felt my juices flowing with the constriction of my throat, and let out a choked mewl of pleasure. I sucked faster, taking as much of him as I could, rubbing the base of his cock with my fingertips. Suddenly he pulled my head away and motioned for me to lay down beside him. He wiped some spit away from my lower lip, smiling.
