Warning: Explicit Sex scene ahead. 18+ only. You have been warned.
When I got home, it was quiet and dark. I looked in on both of my little brothers and then headed towards my room. How did one go about telling her boyfriend that she was ready to get her cherry popped? I had condoms curtesy of Sex Ed and I was pretty sure I wanted to do this, however I knew things would change between us. Our innocent relationship would be no longer so innocent. I also didn't want Christian to get any more possessive than he already was. Especially if the guys were serious about me being involved with the business.
My door was cracked, so I opened it all the way and he didn't look my way. He was focused on the Xbox. He was sitting on my floor back against my bed, his long legs spread before him as he played Midnight Club. There was an empty plate beside him and a cup so he had eaten. He was the only guy I had ever even thought about giving the cookies to.
I couldn't shake the feeling that time was not on my side. He could feel like I was rushing him. He hadn't even asked about actually having sex. I knew he was waiting for me. I was sure this was what I wanted, even after catching him with that girl. To be real, I knew he fucked other chicks. A couple of summers ago, after his mom had tried to stop us from being together. We were apart for two whole weeks. It nearly broke me. And when we were reunited, there was something there hanging over us like a black cloud.
I figure he had gotten himself some pussy. I was semi okay with it as long as it wasn't all up in my face. I had brothers, dammit, and they all acted like pussy was the key to manhood. While I was eighteen-teen. Christian was now twenty. He had passed into adulthood and I was still a teenager, although with a grown woman's mindset. I had yet to let him completely in.
I knew he loved me. He would die for me and kill for me. I had experimented with other guys and flirted with them. But I had never crossed the line I was about to. I knew he would hesitate, maybe try to get me to change my mind, and I just wasn't having it. I had almost died tonight, something I would tell him later. I would not waste another second. Eyes wide open, I was going in.
I stepped closer to my man and stood in front of the TV. He startled just a beat and looked at me with regret. He paused the game and opened his mouth to talk, but I beat him to it. "Don't," I said, holding my hands up in a stop motion. He immediately closed his mouth. "I don't want you to talk about what happened earlier, Christian. I don't want your apology or your excuse. I want to have Sex."
There it was in the air. He frowned and didn't bust a move. Poor thing looked confused. He never saw that coming. I stepped back and kicked off my boots and took off the dress. He started to talk again, clearly not understanding that I didn't need words.
"Don't change my mind," I interrupted again. "I just need you to get naked."
"I know you're still angry, Anna," he said, standing on the floor. "I don't want to do this like this. It's your first time."
He was staring at my breast even as he tried to get the word out. I guess he like the all-white panty and bra set I had worn. However, he was not getting naked. I couldn't help but feel we were still not on the same page.
"I'm not angry. I'm horny now. Are you going to fix my issue, or do I have to call someone who can help me?" I asked boldly. He looked pissed, but he pulled his t-shirt over his head. His abs rippling with every move of his body. He was damned sexy.
"I wanted your first time to be special. You deserve so much more than this, Ann." He said, "We need to talk."
"I don't have time for special Christian, I'm sure we could light a few candles if that's what you need or I could go get the Keith Sweat cd if ...." I didn't finish that statement. He pulled me close and kissed the hell out of me. When he pulled away, I was panting like I had run for miles and my bra fell.
He looked like he was seeing the world with different eyes as he looked at me standing there with just panties on. "Take them off," he said. His voice was low and gruff, and I knew he was with it. There would be no turning back now. The shiver of anticipation that went through me banished the awkwardness of the moment. Needless to say, I took off the last piece of clothing that I had on. Like lightning, I was on the bed and spread before him.
"I hope you don't mind bossy lady if I take my time," he kissed each of my thighs and ran his fingertips across each nipple, "I have been wanting to do this for years and this won't be over quick."
I nodded my head and watched as he kissed each nipple, and they hardened. I squirmed as I felt myself getting wet. He continued to give attention to my breast, kissing, sucking, and biting. Soon I was rocking my hips against him, urging him to give me what I wanted. Slow was an understatement. I realized I just wanted to come. It was an instinct as old as time that was consuming me. I was aching, and I wanted it to end.
Like he got the message. He slid one hand down, brushed it across my slit and entered me. I arched my back as the sensations got more intense. He started moving his fingers as he added another, the pressure increasing tenfold. The pleasure was insane. He was going in and out and his mouth was still at her breast, my neck, my ear as he whispered sweet words and urged me to cum on his fingers. He was very determined. As the pressure built, I was moaning like crazy. My hands on his shoulder were not enough to keep me anchored.
His other hand came to my breast as he kissed me. This one was slow and hungry as he drank in my moans. He stroked his free hand over my peaks. "Cum for me Anna, I want to see," he murmured against my lips and like a tidal wave, I did just that. Silently, I fell apart in his arms. My body shook and my legs quivered as I arched my back and threw my head back. If I died tomorrow, this I the memory, I would keep forever.
I pulled him to me as I came down. I grabbed his head and kissed him. "That was awesome." I said to him.
"Baby, that was just a warmup." he kissed down my body and stopped at my pussy. His fingers parted my folds. He looked at me again. "That was one, and I'm shooting for four."
He dipped his head and started to absolutely devour my pussy. He sucked my clit in his mouth and he bit it my body jerked and I reached one hand up to play with my nipples. I wasn't like when he did it, but man did it turn up the tempo. His finger was inside me again as he licked and sucked at my clit. He alternated, never giving too much, but enough to slowly build up the pressure again.
Suddenly, he twisted his finger, adding another one, and drove inside to the hilt. His fingers brushed against my inner walls as his mouth did amazing things to my clit. Much too soon for my liking, I fell apart again, this time a little scream escaping as I rushed towards my peak. He didn't stop. He spread up the flicks of his tonged and prolonged the orgasm. Number two was a doozy, and before I could recover, he was sliding his dick into me.
I startled and pushed at his shoulders. "Condom?" I asked.
Christian held up an empty condom wrapper and smiled. "Got it done while you were enjoying number two." He said.
"Oh," I said relaxing. We were not making any babies tonight. "Continue."
He looked conflicted. "I don't want to hurt you, Anna. It will hurt, it's less painful if you are already Cumming. Maybe I should do it again so it won't hurt so much."
"Do What?" I asked.
"Eat your pussy," he says as he started to move away.
I quickly stopped him. "Baby, it's okay. I'm a big girl. I'm sure I can take it."
"It's just that you're so tight. I pretty sure it's going to hurt like a bitch."
"Christian, you're already like half way in, just do it."
He swooped in and kissed me, and he started to enter me again. He was right. It hurt like a bitch. He was long and thick and as I felt myself stretch, I wanted to move away. I expected it to hurt, but not that much. I felt like I was breaking. I literally felt like my insides were tearing. Trying to hold still, I focused on my breathing, even as a stray tear fell. He kissed my forehead and gave one thrust and it was over his didn't move a muscle as we lay there for what felt like forever. But soon he was moving and again, slowly in and out, and in a few minutes it didn't hurt anymore.
Soon, he was moving at a lazy pace, and I was moving with him. It didn't hurt at all now and that feeling of pain, I forgot all about ever hurting as I ground against him. My nails digging into his back as I felt another orgasm building. It felt good. I came again, just as he stiffened and came too.