One kiss, another kiss, occupying lips as if they were bittersweet chocolate, melting under gentle, but hungry touches. His hands pulled me closer on my hips, making me feel his desire, his hot desire to have me. And I needed to have him too. Silently the look in his eyes asked for permission to undress me, but I couldn't give in. Yes, I desperately needed him, however, my fear kept me locked away from pleasure. Today, I had thought, I'd be ready. I must've mistaken my touch-starved-ness and excitement for readiness. We'd been together for a year and thought we'd pop my cherry for my 18th birthday, finally, after so much time. I wanted it, but I was so unsure of my body.
My head felt so dizzy as I buried my face in his broad chest and shook my head very lightly. The thought of him seeing me nakedly scared me to the point I didn't notice him hugging me tightly and whispering, he'd wait as long as he needed to if that's what I wanted right away because my heart was beating so loudly. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. He kissed my hair and that's when my brain started processing what he just said. I realised I didn't want to wait. I couldn't wait.
My hands were shaking while I looked up and grabbed his head, pulling him down to kiss him once again. My nervous eyes met his concerned ones right before he cupped my face and we both smiled awkwardly, ready to pull this through.
Another gentle kiss was squeezed onto my lips and Chris didn't dare to let the magic of lust vanish into thin air. And it worked. I felt readier to feel him because he gave me his love and gained my trust. Chris was one of the most loving people I've ever met, and I was so glad that he was the one pulling me so close to himself before sitting down, pulling me even closer until I was sitting on his lap and felt his warmth pulsing through our clothes.
Slowly I hugged him and laid my face into the crook of his neck. His masculine smell made me bite my lip because I was too embarrassed to moan before he had done anything to me. I needed his desire, but I was only able to make tiny steps towards him, and quickly rolling my hips over his hard bulge was one of those steps.
Quietly I asked him, "Will you be patient with me?" It sounded more like a nervous chirp to me, but he nodded, smiling with this kind, lovely type of smile that made me weak in the knees. "Sure, love. You shouldn't be chewing your lip, though," he remarked my bad habit, which's appearance I hadn't even noticed and he stroked my lower lip so very carefully with his thumb to soothe it. Quickly I kissed his finger and paved my way up to his neck with more kisses. For once, I wanted to take initiative.
Suddenly I had this absurd idea, this absolutely exciting madness that made me rub my crotch against his, before I felt his big, strong hands grab my ass and squeeze it. I wanted, no needed! I needed to feel this again, so I began rubbing myself against him until I was shaking and clinging onto his broad shoulders. I bit my lip to keep my groans and moans bottled up, but his occasional upward thrusts made it so difficult to control my voice.
I tried so hard, but one particular thrust, where he also grabbed my ass more firmly, I let out a low moan that made his manhood twitch against mine and made me bite my lip again. "Fuck, Chris!" I uttered right before he asked me, "Do you want to undress, Felix?" Quickly my lust subsided just enough to give my fear some space to rule me, even if Chris smiled so gently. I knew he felt the long binder under my shirt as it rolled up, but I wasn't sure if I could undress.
I stuttered hopelessly turned on, yet also fearful, "N- n- not y- yet. B- but y- you cou- could u- un- un- undress?"
"How about you undress me?" he grinned with this cheeky, confident smile that made me chuckle, and then I gave him a slow, trusting nod. I knew everything would be fine with this man by my side. I knew everything would be fine as long as he kept giving me sweet kisses and even sweeter words of assurance.
