[Elvira's POV]
He did not turn the lights on after we entered the room. I felt that he was being considerate of my feelings and suddenly, I was less self-conscious. Perhaps, he did like me. The sensation of his hand on my waist caused a warm current to rise from my abdomen.
At this moment, I wanted to give myself to him. His eyes were as deep and blue as the ocean. I wanted to sink into them and to remain in his gaze. Yes, I was willing. I was far too willing. From the first moment I had seen him at the party, I had been willing. I think I had even subconsciously parted my legs then?
For the past seventeen years, I had wanted to save my first time for someone special. I felt that this person before me was the man I had been waiting for, even if I didn't know his name.
This was unusual but not unexpected. This evening, I wanted to put a perfect end to my high school career, and to begin my new life and my eighteen years old. I wanted to be with this tall, handsome man who made me feel safe.
The alcohol made me feel amazing, and it was even more amazing to be with him. The only intimate act I've ever had with someone was a gentle touch on the lips, but now my body, and not my brain, seemed to be directing me to do all sorts of things. My body knew how to accommodate his movements, and with that thought, I grew more relaxed.
He sighed softly against my ear and licked my earlobe gently as he unzipped my dress. His hand shifted down over my smooth, flat stomach. He then lifted his hands and caressed my breasts gently. He seemed to be in control of my body heat and heartbeat.
I felt his touch grow softer and more soothing. It was comfortable. I could sense that he liked the sensation of my bare and soft skin. I trembled in his hands. I was enjoying this too much. I wanted him to move his hands further up. As if reading my thoughts, he found my nipples protruding from my chest and gently rubbed and teased them with a few fingers.
I let out a soft moan and watched as my chest began to rise and fall hurriedly. His hands began to wander lower. Yes, lower and lower.
I felt my body heating up, and I could not help but reach for his belt. He caught my fingers just as they came into contact with him. He tugged at his belt and it slipped off of his pants easily. He then guided my hands between his legs.
"Mm…" In the past, the only intimacy I had shared with someone else was a light kiss on my lips. I felt his growing desire, and it was now in my hands.
I could not believe he was so big. He was much bigger than the picture Emma had shown me of her boyfriend. I thought about how we would soon join as one. Our bodies would press together and he would fill up the empty space in me. I felt a hint of worry and a wealth of anticipation.
I involuntarily released a small moan as his body grew hot. His fingers continued to shift downwards. He had discovered my secret spot and he was moving slowly along the edge.
He kissed me once more while his fingers worked relentlessly. My nectar flowed past his fingertips, and I could feel myself and his fingers growing wetter. My cheeks heated up, and I tightened my grip around his arm..
My breathing became heavier. Yes, right there. Give it to me. Give me more. Yes, right there. I cried out in my heart. I bit my lip to keep my voice from escaping. He knew my body too well. My body trembled slightly and it slowly shook more. An electric current then pierced through me.
Yes, I had welcomed my first climax of the evening. I collapsed into a puddle of goo on the bed as he pressed on top of me. A delirious moan escaped my lips and was kissed away by him. I watched as his eyes turned into a soft, turquoise blue, like a clear sky.
His gaze was no longer calm. I could clearly feel his desire. He wasn't going to let me go tonight. He tugged my legs apart and licked my wetness with the tip of his tongue, making me shiver again. His hand then gripped his erection as he inched closer to my cave. I wanted him, but he was too big.
"Ouch… it hurts…" The pain jolted me out of my excitement. I tried to push him away, but there was a small part of me that wanted to try again. I dearly hoped for him to fill me up and I knew he felt the same way. I wanted to repay him for the pleasure he gave me.
He deserved all of this. He deserved it. I would give myself to him, just for tonight. 'This is your eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony', I said to myself as I relaxed again.