[F]irst timer: Some of the best sex we’ve ever had {MF}

A bit of background for more atmospheric readers: my boyfriend and I have been happily together for almost a decade now. We began dating as teens, but through the years have changed and grown together. I’d argue that we love and trust each other more than ever before. He’s the man of my dreams. While we are both very monogamous, the idea of sharing our passionate sex life with others is definitely a turn on to our exhibitionist sides. Hence, the best sex we’ve had to date.

For my birthday, my folks offered to send Gabe and I on a wonderful and romantic trip to a Caribbean island, all expenses paid. We were both absolutely thrilled. We are both in school, and have been so stressed with our upcoming graduations/the jobhunt that we had not done a great job of prioritizing our needs for intimacy and sex. Simply put: we were both instantly riled up at the idea of a week in paradise, in very little clothing, with rum at every conceivable opportunity. While we have so many stories I could share (and maybe will, if you all like this one), my favorite came near the end of the trip.

Gabe and I decided it would be wonderful to spend an evening on a romantic cruise. We both decided to get dressed up and look our best. (Confession: as mentioned before, we both have a bit of a kink for showing off. He likes seeing other men and women watch me, knowing he has always had me all to himself, and the confidence he gets from that is absolutely mouth watering.) Gabe is fucking gorgeous (though I may be biased). He’s 6ft+ of toned, tan skin, with freckles on his nose and shoulders. He sweeps his dark hair up and off his forehead, but it always flops down into his blue eyes anyway, which I adore. He’s fit, built like an athlete, and takes a tremendous amount of pride in his gym routine. He has the most genuine, heart wrenching smile in the entire world, and because he’s so sarcastic, its always curved up in a smirk that I love to watch disappear when I fucking blow his mind.

I’m quite his opposite in looks, but I think we’re beautiful together. I’m a short, curvy woman, with pale skin and deep red curls. My waist is tight and thin but my tits are full C cups. Gabe always says I have an incredible ass, and I believe him. It’s thick and perky, and one of my favorite features. Needless to say, give me a pair of heels and a navy dress and I can catch an eye or two.

We tried to keep our hands to ourselves as we got ready. We had been showing up late to all of our dinner and excursion reservations because we just couldn’t help ourselves. But this time we promised the wait was worth it. I could tell how much we both wanted it though. Our hands kept brushing in the bathroom, and I felt my mouth go dry when he undressed to shower. After all of these years, learning about sex with and from one another, he still makes me absolutely lose it. When he slid between me and the door to our room, pressed up against my ass which I purposefully allowed to pretrude as I did my eye makeup, I heard him give a low and frustrated groan. I knew we were in for an amazing night together.

For those of you who aren’t into the whole “young couple in love” schtick, you can skip this paragraph, but as this is my sex story it feels important to mention this. The dinner was beautiful. The island has almost no light pollution, and the night sky on the ocean was incredibly beautiful. Gabe’s eyes never left me for more than a few seconds though. We spent the evening grinning, drinking red wine and eating lobster that was caught right there on the boat. Other couples were on board, and the staff was helpful but never intrusive, but after our week of absolute bliss I truly wanted to see no one but him. We held hands across the table, his thumb tracing my fingers as we laughed about how far we had come from the children we were when we started this. He reminded me over and over again how beautiful I looked, how his heart sped up just looking at me, how he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of our lives on adventures just like this. I’ll be the first to admit I’m a huge sap, and hearing such adoration and worship in another person’s voice is the sexiest and most intimate turn on.

Gabe finally let out a low breath and asked me to dance, despite a self deprecating joke about his lack of prowess. Giggling, I agreed. We mostly just swayed together, our bodies as close as they could be. I could feel his heart thrumming against my ear, and a rush of wetness between my thighs made me hungry for him. I pulled back to look at him, and found his eyes dark and warm, that stupid and beautiful smirk on his face. He whispered that it should be a crime to look like I did that night, and that there wasn’t a single person on that ship who hadn’t been absolutely drooling over me. I pressed a kiss to his jaw and replied with something along the lines of “let them watch. I want them to all know who I belong to.” This kind of talk always got us both going. I felt his cock twitch against my lower stomach, and instantly felt a familiar warmth in my belly. He kissed me long and slow and dirty, his tongue sweeping the inside of my mouth and I tried to keep my moan quiet, my voice vibrating between our mouths.

When we disembarked from our dinner, we decided to grab a night cap (and more importantly, tease each other a little publicly) before returning to our room. Gabe, being the absolute southern gentleman he is, grabbed an old fashioned for himself and a rum and pineapple for me. He took my hand and we walked along the sand in effortless silence and awe of the moment. It sounds strange to say, but in his suit coat and rolled up khakis, shoes forgotten on the shore, he was (and is) the most beautiful person I have ever seen.

I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled Gabe down to me and tasted his mouth, all whiskey and mint and orange. I was wet all over again. He let his hand trail down my back, the curve of my ass, cupping the bottom and squeezing in a way that always gets me hot. At one point, I remember a couple who was walking by whistling at us, cheering for Gabe. He laughed, possessive and sexy, setting aside his glass and sliding both hands down my body. “What do you say I take you home and fuck you senseless?” I mean, how’s a girl supposed to resist that?

I don’t remember getting to our villa, between the playful giggling and chasing one another, stealing his shoes and running away before he easily caught me and pressed me up against a wall in a dark corner, his fingers sliding under my dress, pulling away my thong, and feeling just how hot he had gotten me. He moaned into my throat and truthfully, I thought he might fuck me there in the open, just a few yards away from a lit path. I probably would have let him. Instead he forced us to our room and pushed me against our door. He touched me again, this time sinking two fingers knuckle deep into my cunt. I can feel myself throbbing all over again just writing this. I was practically dripping all over his hand. I gasped, loud and low, his name falling off my tongue.

“Shh, baby. You have to be good for me. I don’t want anyone to make us stop. If you want to come you have to be quiet.” This kind of talk always ruins me.

He’s a fucking expert at my body at this point. He curled his fingers just a bit, stroking the soft and sensitive part at the top of my vaginal channel with the pad of his fingers, muttering filthy obscenities in my ear. I was a quivering mess by the end, biting down on my own hand just to keep quiet. I could hear the voices of people passing by our dark and intimate corner, so close, and the rush of exposure went straight to my clit. He slid his thumb so quickly and perfectly over my clit that it was all I could do not to scream. “You’re a fucking goddess; I wish you could see yourself. All of those people wanted to see what you had hiding under this dress, but I’m the one who’s going to make you cum. It’s my name you’re gonna scream.” I almost did scream as he brought me to my first orgasm of the evening, shaking and bucking my hips into his hand as he kissed my neck softly, letting me ride out the sensations before removing his fingers. I gave a soft, broken moan, but he soon had those same fingers on my lips. On instinct, I opened for him, taking his fingers deep in my mouth, licking my taste off of him. Gabe swore under his breath, before removing his fingers with a pop, fumbling with our key card, and colliding his lips with mine as soon as he had the door shut behind me.

Gabe made quick work of my dress as I frantically tore at his shirt. I needed to touch him, *now.* He hissed when I sunk my teeth into the flexing muscles of his neck, running my hands down his perfect fucking chest and abs. He’s so fucking beautiful. I let myself wrap one hand around his cock, hard as I’ve ever felt him, moaning at the weight of him. Gabe’s mouth was sloppy on my tits, teeth pulling and suckling at one nipple while he rolled the other between his finger and thumb.

I needed to see his cock though, and I had had enough of the foreplay. I tugged at his pants and briefs, and watched eagerly as he freed his perfect, thick, 8.5 inch cock. I felt my mouth watering already. Before I could really think about it, I had him sitting on our bed and his cock down my throat, moaning as I sucked and licked. Gabe kept whispering things like “fucking perfect, beautiful” and “Jesus look at you” and I was dripping down my thighs, naked but for my underwear and my heels. Gabe wrapped a hand around my hair at the base of my skull and guided my pace, offering soft, pretty encouragements as I took him down my throat. It occurred to me that we had left the curtains to our room open, and that anyone passing by could see us. A jolt of firey, white hot energy pulsed from the tips of my fingers right down to my clit and I cried out around his cock, encouraging Gabe. He begged me to touch myself, to take care of myself while I work him, and I did. I could feel his balls constricting as I played with him, one hand furiously rubbing my throbbing clit while the other cupped and squeezed him. He finally pushed me off of him and drug me up to his mouth, wrapping my hands in one of his and keeping them pinned behind my back. He mouthed at my breast, all praise and rough admiration.

I was starting to shake with how bad I wanted him. Even though we have done this hundreds of times, I still feel so out of control and free when we’re fucking. While I normally leave the talking to him, I needed him to hear my thoughts. “Jesus baby, please fuck me. I can’t stand it. I fucking need you.”

He moaned deep in his chest and stood, flipping me onto the bed and releasing my hands in one motion. He stripped me of my underwear and had my heels over his shoulders in an instance, his tongue hot on my clit. “Jesus, look at that pretty cunt. All fucking mine. Want me to eat your pussy, baby? Please want me to fuck you with my tongue.”

I combed my fingers through his hair as he licked my cunt from top to bottom. He’s so fucking good at eating me out. I squirmed and bucked and felt a blush from head to toe. All the while he moaned into me, and I could feel him stroking himself to the sounds I was making. I needed him to know how intimate and perfect this felt, what a woman I became under his tongue. I let the words fall freely. “God that’s so fucking good baby. No one else will ever fuck me like this. No one. I belong to you. Fucking own my body and my pussy and let every other man and woman on earth know whose mouth is on my cunt. I want them to see.” I don’t know why that’s what flipped his switch, but I know I am always going to be indebted to my subconscious.

He pulled away from me, his mouth glistening, and when I saw the look in his eyes I grew impossibly wetter. After our years together, I knew what that look meant. He pulled me up, so gentle but so earnest, and lead me over to our window. Sure enough the curtains were open wide. In the distance, I could see other couples walking home, kissing in the moonlight, oblivious to two young people who had never felt more in love. He placed my hands delicately on the glass, shoulder length apart, instructed me to kneel on the chair in front of me, and slid his hands over my hips, slapping my ass the way he loves. He was taking his time now, almost hoping someone would see, and I was shaking. I felt so dirty, such a little slut, but only for him. I heard him pop open the lube we had set on a nearby table, pop it closed again, and then felt the cool sensation of lube on his fingers, sliding gently over my asshole.

I was a trembling, cursing mess. Gabe swore in my ear, whispering, “Say my name baby girl. Say you want this. Say you want me to fuck you where all of those people can see. That way when they see those pretty tits and ass of yours in that sinful bathing suit, they know you’re mine.” I begged him to fuck me.

When he nudged my knees apart and slid his cock into me, we both breathed a sigh of relief. It sounds silly, but being there, together, makes me feel like we are two halves of one whole. I desire his intimacy and that closeness is the only solution. He kept pressure on my asshole as he pressed deep into my cunt, muttering how tight his girl was. I was moaning and begging, incoherent sentences as I took one hand off the window to play with my nipple. “That’s it baby, let them see me work you up.” I knew I was tight, my body hugging every luxurious inch of his cock. He wanted me so badly, I could tell. He dropped his head to my shoulder as he pounded me harder, doing his damndest to fill my every desperate, breathless request.

I started to see white all around the edges of my vision, every inch of my body tense, a heat like no other coiled in my belly. I begged him to get me there, to let me come for him, to lose control. His broken voice was so sweet, so fucking hot. “I’ve got you, baby. Scream for me. Lose your goddam mind. I’ve got you.” I fucking listened. I focused on the head of his cock as it applied perfect pressure inside me, the warm feeling of his fingers as they played with my asshole, his hot breath on my neck. It was all too much. I screamed for him, shaking, his name scraping my throat raw on the way out. My whole body was a live wire. While that sensation of orgasm, hard and fast and fucking dirty, isn’t new to me, it somehow feels novel every time with Gabe.

I knew he was done for, even in my orgasmic haze. He came deep inside me, allowing himself a few broken, erratic thrusts before I felt him filll me with a deep groan. I felt his cum dripping down my thigh as he shook, whispering my name between curses.

We showered slow and luxurious, sharing a cigarette as the water warmed up, kissing and touching each other, whispering disjointed “I love you’s” around mouthfuls of smoke. He washed my hair and soaped my tits and ass, exploring me, learning and relearning the curves of my body. Our mouths were never more than an inch apart, if even that, constantly kissing and whispering hot secrets to the other. I’ve never been so absolutely at peace.

Later, after crawling in bed and feeling him curl against my back, we’d wake in the early hours of the morning, hot and in love and so, so desperate, and skinny dipped in the nearby hot tub. But that’s another story…

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