The First Time - Male SeXStoRY

He was a couple years older and decades wiser. I sat across the room from him and just stared into his eyes. We had been making plans for a week, but here I was still in a thin t-shirt and a pair of his sweats shaking like a leaf both in anticipation and nervousness.His fingertips traced their way along the inside of my wrist up to my shoulder. I could feel the goosebumps begin to rise on my skin as my breathing quickened but yet my only thought was please don't stop touching me. He reached down and slowly raised my shirt above my head and his lips began to brush against my belly. I ran my fingers through his spiky hair as he traveled upwards his mouth slowly taking in my breasts. I could feel his tongue ring teasing my nipples as I undid his belt and reached for his hard cock. I kept slowly touching it. It was so warm in my hand. It wasn't the first one I had ever touched but it was the first time I had been in love with the person who it was attached to. His lips felt so good on my pale flesh I felt cold when he moved from place to place because his saliva would chill on my skin as the fan blew from across the room. He then pulled down on the top of my sweats and kissed along the top edge of my panties I twisted my fingers in his hair and squeezed down a little harder on his cock. I could feel his breath blow down below my panties as he pulled them down. I rolled to my side and tugged down on his jeans and gently began to kiss the head of his cock. I could now feel his lips along the inside of my thighs and then his teeth gently biting down on the tender flesh. I ran my tongue along the veins that stood out along him and then slowly took him into my mouth. He had such a pleasant smell. I breathed him in as I slowly lowered my head. I wasn't all the experienced and I'm sure I wasn't that good but I could hear his breathing his soft moans and it encouraged me and all I wanted was to please him. While that thought was running back and forth across my eyes I could feel my eyes clamp shut and my toes curl in as his tongue parted me and entered me. I had never had such a sensation. It was so warm and tender. I could feel him root around looking for my reaction, but all I could think was don't pass out. There was no turning back now his cock in my mouth and his tongue now deep inside me. He rolled me over shortly after and held my hands above my head. I still remember how he felt resting between my legs. His hips pressing out on my thighs and his weight pressing down on me. Then slowly I came to realize that his head was against my opening. It felt so blunt as he shifted and I could feel it pressing against me. He bent down and bit down on my lip then slowly let his legs drop down against me and his cock slide into me. There was a brief pressure but nothing like the pain I had been expecting. We fumbled a bit to find a rhythm because I was so caught up in the sensation I wasn't rocking back to meet his advances. I drew my legs up to wrap around his lower back and finally my butt left the soft bed and my stomach started rising up to meet his gentle thrusts. He bit along the nape of my neck leaving small prick marks that would later become tiny bruises, but at that moment all I could feel was the tremendous sensation of being full. I'd pull him down until he was completely inside me and I could feel the sheen of sweat on his body then release him until he would pull almost all the way out and all that remained was the sensation that you get when you are first entered. We changed pace again and again, but never position. He may have wanted something else but all I craved was the delicious sense of his weight pressing down on me and his cock deep inside me. When he was ready to cum he tried to draw himself back out, but instead I used my legs to trap him and pull him back against me. I could feel him throb and gently moan against my neck as he released but I couldn't let go I held onto him for a long time afterwards. My body burned to the touch, but if his skin broke contact with mine it felt like cold ice water was being poured over me. It never felt like that again with a man, but sometimes when I am alone and the lights are out I can smell his scent, feel his weight, and I crave with each goose-bumped inch of my skin to feel him inside me again. With Wet Wishes For All, Becca xoxo