The First Time We Made Love

We weren’t planning on making love, he and I…

The agreement we made was that once we made love the first time, there was no turning back.  Until then, we were free to see other people, if we chose.  I told him I’m a jealous bitch and once we went that far, I would never share again.

He took off work early, drove three hours, and waited for me to get ready for an office party.  Once I was child-free, he and I visibly relaxed.  We made eye contact; we touched; he ran his hand up my leg – from ankle to thigh.  I had no idea that could be an erogenous zone.

We hit the party, had a few drinks, and relaxed even more.  On the way home, he played.

As he drove down the road, his hand rested on my knee. His fingertips made little circles on the inside of my leg and slowly moved upward.  Always accommodating, I shifted in my seat to give him better access.  He lost any pretense of lazy movement and began to massage my thigh, inching towards my center.  I laid my head back, turned my head towards the window, and closed my eyes.

His fingertips grazed my panties, and I shook with anticipation.  We arrived at my house just in time.

A sip of wine, a few glances, and we went upstairs.  And kissing, don’t forget the kissing – the man has skills.

That we would wind up naked together was a given.  I think we fooled ourselves into believing this would be simple play, that we would stop.

As we entered my bedroom, I remembered my closet is a full-length mirror.  I began to panic.  I was terrified of him seeing my naked body; I was terrified of seeing my own naked body.  He turned me around, pressed me into the wall, and gently kissed my neck, shoulders, and back.  He undressed me as if unwrapping a gift.  His movements were slow and sensuous.  Where clothing had been a moment before, warm hands took their place.  He caressed my body, molding me to his touch as if I was made of clay.

I turned in his arms and pulled him close.  He pressed against me for a moment and gently pushed me towards the bed.  I laid back on the bed while he undressed.

He leaned over, kissed me lightly, and pulled away.  Before I could question him, I felt his mouth on my pussy.  His tongue lapped my lips, as I immediately began moaning.  His tongue darted in and out, and my hips began to move.  His teeth found my clit, and I screamed and bucked.  My fingers gripped his hair; my thighs squeezed together.  My head thrashed back and forth and I begged him to stop.

He moved up and over my body.  I felt his cock on my pussy, teasing my lips.  My hips began moving.  He responded.  I was wet, dripping, and his full length slipped in.  He filled me completely.  My eyes shut, my head fell back.  Lights exploded behind my eyes.  Ecstasy, pure ecstasy.

“Mine,” I whispered, opening my eyes and looking into his.

“Yours, huh?” he responded.

“All mine,” I said.

He began to move, slowly, agonizingly slow.  My pussy gripped him, weeping.  He pulled nearly all the way out, so the head of his cock barely touched my cunt.  He looked down at me and in one stroke, his cock slammed into my cervix, his balls slapped my pussy.

“Yesssss!” I half-groaned, half-screamed.

He moved faster and faster.  I shook and screamed.  My pussy made a wet squelching sound.

He pulled out.  We rolled to our sides and stared at each other.  I was shaking, on the verge of tears.  He kissed me, our tongues dancing back and forth.  He kissed my neck, my collarbone.  I felt him nip and suck my neck.  His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing my nipples.  He pulled and twisted.  I cried out.  The pain was immediately replaced with pleasure.

“Now you’ll feel me even when I’m gone,” he said.

He lifted my leg and entered me while we laid looking at one another.  My back arched, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I was taken over by sensations I couldn’t explain.  His cock stroked in and out.

I pushed him away.  He looked confused.  I moved down between his thighs.  I looked up at him and smiled.  One eyebrow arched at me.  I smelled myself on him, and it was intoxicating.  I took his cock in my mouth.  I heard his breath catch.  My hand cupped his balls, while my tongue glided down his length.  I gently nibbled his head.  I took as much of him in my mouth as I could.

He grabbed my arms, moved me up and over, and slammed into me.  I screamed.  He pounded my pussy, over and over again.  Minutes or hours, time lost all meaning.  My pussy clenched his cock, my juices poured out of my body.  He began moving faster and faster, our bodies slamming into one another, until finally his back arched, he groaned slightly, and I was filled with his come.

He moved to get off of me, and I stopped him.  The weight of him made me feel safe and secure.  We stayed like that for a few minutes until we began kissing, touching, and moving against one another again.

It was a long night.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


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