“Tell me how it feels,” I say, pulling back to look at her. “I want to know what you like, what you don’t like, since we have the time.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You don’t want to just do your thing, and figure it out?”
I make a face, and she laughs. “I think it will be better for both of us if we don’t pretend that either of us have a clue.”
“Probably right,” she blushes. “Kiss my neck again. I like that.”
I do. “Okay,” I whisper in her ear and move below it.
“Oh,” she says, gasping. “That. Right there.”
I press my lips harder on the skin below her ear, daring to add a flick of my tongue, and she pants. “That spot…makes me feel things everywhere.”
Everywhere. I let that sink in. “I’ll remember that.”
I move my lips down and away along her collarbone, listening to the sound of her breathing and noticing when it hitches or when she says yes or no. There are places on Amber that I never imagined would be sensitive or would bring any kind of pleasure.
The breathy giggle she lets out when I kiss the hollow of her throat makes me want to go faster, but I don’t. Because there’s no point in rushing this. It’s the first time for both of us, and I want it to be something we’ll remember happily and not with disappointment.
I always thought when the time came that I’d be confident, that I’d know exactly what to do. But I’m practically shaking as I touch my mouth to her breasts. Amber stops breathing. I think that’s a good thing. Or at least I hope that it is.
Her nipples are a perfect shade of pink, and they harden under my lips. Amber gives a soft sigh that turns into a moan as I suck. Yes. I switch to the other one, really enjoying the sensation of her skin tightening, so they’re visibly different. I did that.
“Better or worse than the spot on your neck?” I ask.
She giggles. “I don’t think there’s a ‘worse,’ but that feels good.”
The next obstacle I encounter is her belt, and when I look up to Amber’s face, she’s blushed a bright red. “Is it okay?”
She nods, but she’s biting her lip. I climb back up the bed and lay beside her. “What about both of us?”
“Okay.”
I manage to undo my belt and push my pants off my hips while not moving around too much, and she does too. But I don’t look down. Not yet. I pull her close, so we’re skin to skin and breathing, knowing that we’re naked.
I stroke my hand from her neck and down her back all the way to her hip, watching goose bumps form. “Is this what you imagined?” she asks, reaching between us. And then I realize what she’s doing and I have to grab her wrist, because holy fuck her fingers on me feel so good, but I won’t last.
“It’s amazing. Better than amazing. And I have some things that I want to try.”
“Oh?”
I swallow. “I know that it’s harder for girls to…finish.” The blood rushes to my face, and I struggle to not look away. “So I wanted to help you go first. But I’ll need your help to show me how.”
Between us, she twists our hands so that I’m not longer holding hers, but she’s holding mine, and she moves my hand there. It’s all warmth and wet and soft and holy shit that’s what this feels like. This is amazing.
Amber moves so her legs are open, and her fingers are on top of mine, guiding me around. I feel her entrance and the slickness there, and then I feel her clit, swollen and sensitive, because she gasps when we touch it together. “There,” she gasps. “There.”
Her hand moves in a small circle and mine follows, again and again. There’s a rhythm that she’s following, and I catch it. Amber’s breath speeds up, and she’s looking at me, but her eyes are far away. “More.” I move faster, and her hand falls away from mine.
I press harder, keeping that rhythm, but faster, and she’s more wet than before, my fingers slipping across her skin, but that seems to make it better for her, and I let myself smile as her eyes slip closed.
I try even faster, and her breath goes shallow, body tense, and I keep going. Suddenly Amber goes tight, her entire body still and she moans, then she’s shaking and relaxing and she curls into me. Her pussy spasms under my hand and I keep teasing her until she touches my hand again, eyes clear. “That was…very good.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I kiss her, tangling our tongues together and she wraps her arms around me so that we’re close. I can feel her wetness spreading across her skin and mine and god it makes me want to stop breathing it’s so good. “I’m ready,” she says.
“Are you sure?”
“Hell yeah,” she’s grinning, and reaches for the box of condoms on my bedside table. I didn’t even realize that she’d noticed. She hands me one, and I take the time to put it on before settling between her legs.
“Please tell me if I hurt you.”
This is the first real time I’ve seen her down there, and it’s strange and alien, and if I wasn’t already falling in love with Amber, I’m pretty sure that would do it, strange as that sounds.
I hesitate, but Amber doesn’t. She grabs my dick and brings it closer, placing it right at her entrance, and nods. Sliding inside, even an inch, is heaven. It’s soft and feels like I’m bathing in pure heat. God, you can imagine it all you like but nothing will ever match this. I know that and we’re just starting.
Slowly, slowly, I slide in a little at a time, gritting my teeth against the urge to plunge as deep as I can as fast as I can and never stop. I keep watching Amber’s face, waiting for any sign of pain or that she wants to stop, but her hands are on my arms, her eyes are on mine, and she looks beautiful.
She tenses once, and I pause. “No,” she says quickly, “Keep going.” I push further, and I can feel her pussy yield to me, and I slip in the rest of the way faster than I intended. Falling to my arms over her, I kiss her, because I have to. I have to.
“Are you okay.” I can’t even manage to make it a question, because this is amazing. Awesome. Perfect. There aren’t enough words.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “I think so…it hurt a little, and it…aches? But not as bad as they tried to scare us with.”
“Holy shit,” I say. I think I’ve just gone blind, because she squeezed down on me, and everything went white. My air is coming in pants, now.
“Move, Peter,” Amber says, and I do, like I turned a key in a lock and something opened up. I try to be gentle, but the friction is so good that it makes me want to go as hard as I can. Sweet pleasure building at the base of my spine and Jesus it’s everything. It grows until it feels like I can’t contain it, and I hold it there for as long as I can, but it’s not that long.
I come, and it’s like lightning striking my body. All the personal practice I’ve had has been nothing compared to this perfection. It electrifies me and leaves me empty, and I think I might collapse. I don’t want to fall on Amber, so I roll to the side and fall back onto the pillows of my bed, panting for breath.
Oh my god.
Even though neither of knows what we’re doing, that was still the best experience of my life. The fact that Amber trusted me enough to do this, her first time, makes me feel more than I have words to describe.