[FM] The first time I [25F] let my boyfriend [26M] cum inside me

When I finally called Henry my boyfriend after months of refusing to do so, we fucked without a condom for the first time in a [bar bathroom](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gtlqeu/fm_reclaimed_my_boyfriends_cock_in_a_bar_bathroom/), and I had him finish in my mouth. From that moment on, we stopped using condoms and took advantage of the opportunity for him to cum all over my body every time we had sex. The miracle of long-acting reversible contraceptives and moist towelettes. In additional to the increased pleasure of not using condoms, we felt way more intimately connected, and he absolutely loved cumming on me as an act of marking/claiming my body. He wasn’t jealous in a red flag kind of way – he was simply into domination and possessiveness during one-on-one sex. Still is, actually. Luckily, I have always loved it.

Unfortunately, our sexual adventures at that time were only during the weekends, since he lived in a city over an hour’s drive away. It fucking sucked. I was finally in a healthy relationship for the first time, and he wasn’t there to hump me to sleep every night. Did I say hump? I meant cuddle. Definitely meant cuddle.

We did what we could to maintain intimacy. We would text during the day and talk on the phone and/or have Skype sex at night and then stay on the call until we fell asleep, but it wasn’t the same as the past almost four months of spending pretty much every night and weekend together. I missed him so much it hurt, and I needed constant distractions. So, I threw myself into therapy, my summer internship, my friendships, and my family obligations, trying to ignore the tension that would build every week until I could see him on the weekends. My sense of self and my non-romantic relationships had never been stronger, and I was getting great feedback at work, but I still felt like a part of me was missing. I hated it. I had never before relied on a man for happiness, and I really didn’t fucking like it now that he wasn’t there to provide it.

One Monday, having gotten home from Henry’s new place the night before and then gone to bed/woken up alone for the first time in days, I was feeling particularly vulnerable. I called my mom as I walked to work, needing to vent. She knew I was seeing someone, but this was the first time I told her his name and that we had started using the dreaded boyfriend/girlfriend labels. She was absolutely delighted, but thankfully reined in her enthusiasm. As I reached my third minute of unrestrained lamenting about the loneliness and the distance, she finally interrupted me. “Are you in love with him?”

“What? No. Absolutely not,” I spluttered.

“Honey, you sound like you’re in love with him,” my mom insisted patiently.

“Love was invented by Hallmark. And Hershey’s. It’s a capitalist hoax.”

“Hmm maybe I should say that in my next anniversary card to your dad.”

“Obviously you guys love each other, but that’s different!”

“How?” she laughed.

“I, well, I don’t know! You guys have been married for like a thousand years. You’re ancient. Henry and I are just dating.”

“Lily, once upon a time, your dad and I were ‘just dating’ too. Almost all marriages and serious relationships in the U.S. start with ‘just dating.’ I’m not saying that you and Henry are going to get married, but you should acknowledge the possibility that you are or will be in love with him.”

I paused, mulling her words over. “How will I know?” I finally asked.

“That’s something you’ll have to figure out for yourself. For me, I knew I was in love with your dad when I missed him on the days I didn’t see him, when getting a phone call from him would brighten my whole day, when I found myself thinking about him more than I thought about anything else. I honestly felt a little high all the time.”

“Weed or cocaine?”

“Little bit of both.”

“Wait, have you tried cocaine??”

“I went to college in the eighties, honey. It would’ve been weirder if I hadn’t tried coke.”

“Damn, mom. I’ve never done coke.”

“And you never should! You’re anxious enough already, do you want to have a heart attack by the time you’re thirty?”

She distracted me for the rest of my walk by teasing me about my patrilineal anxiety, making me laugh with her impressions and her silliness. I waved at my boss as I settled into my seat at my internship. “Alright, I’m at work now. Love you, mom.”

“Love you too, honey. See how easy that was?”

“Oh my god. Hanging up now.”

I logged onto my computer and checked my email, fidgeting slightly and chewing on my nails. Fuck. I locked my computer screen and scurried into the single-stall bathroom, lowering the toilet lid and sitting on it as I held my phone up to my face. “Hey Siri, how do you know if you’re in love?”

Siri’s loud voice rung out in the bathroom, reverberating off the tile walls as I scrambled to lower the volume. “I’m not sure about that,” she called out in her crisp English accent.

“SHHHH,” I hissed, locking the screen and putting my face in my hands.

Was my mom right? I couldn’t tell if I was just infatuated or if there was something deeper there. I wanted to trust my gut and say there were deeper feelings, because my affection for Henry had only been growing for the last several months, but I didn’t want to say something definitive to him and regret it later.

Over the next several days, I made a series of pro/con lists in my phone and took an embarrassing number of online quizzes from teenage gossip magazines. The results were inconsistent. But a growing, gnawing feeling inside me was screaming at me to tell Henry that I loved him. I didn’t mention anything during our nightly phone calls, instead practicing saying it in the mirror after showers to see how the words felt on my tongue, frequently blushing madly and having to slap my cheeks to stop myself from laughing at the absurdity of what I was doing.

Friday sneaked up on me, and I was suddenly cleaning my apartment after work in preparation for Henry’s arrival. After yanking the last of my dirty clothes off the floor and tossing them in my hamper, I shaved, got dressed in my sluttiest black lace lingerie, threw on a silk robe, dimmed the lights, and lit a metric fuckton of unscented candles around the apartment. Fire hazard aside, it was romantic as hell. I heard the tell-tale whine of Henry’s car pulling onto my street, and I nervously cracked all my joints in turn. My hands shaking, I poured two generous glasses of wine and set them on my bedside table. Each of his footsteps on the stairs felt like another hard thump against my heart. His key scraped in the lock, and I tried to rearrange my face into something casual as he walked through the door. “Honey, I’m home!” he called out, making himself giggle.

What a dork. Fuck, I was in love with him. I was absolutely in love with him. “In the bedroom!” I called back.

Henry peeked his head around the door and slowly pushed it open, stopping short when he took in the candles and my silk robe. “Holy shit,” he said loudly, walking fully into the room, “This is amazing. What’s the occasion?”

I handed him one of the glasses of wine and kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue along his lower lip as the hand not holding my own glass cupped his face. I pulled back after a moment and smiled nervously at him. It was time to say it. Why couldn’t I say it? Say it, Lily! “Henry, I — I want you to cum inside me.”

UGH. LILY. WHAT THE FUCK. He laughed, but his eyes darkened with excitement. Placing a hand against my lower back and pulling me against him, he teased me softly. “Do you want me to drink the wine you just handed me first or do you want to get straight into it?”

I grabbed the glass back before he could sip from it and put it down on my bedside table. “Fuck the wine,” I whispered, jumping onto him and wrapping my legs around his waist.

Henry responded enthusiastically, his hands tightly gripping my ass as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. We moaned against each other’s lips. He sat us down on the edge of the bed, his hands making quick work of my robe’s tie as I sat straddled on his lap. “Holy fuck,” he murmured, his eyes raking up and down my slutty lingerie, “Have I seen these before?”

“They’ve been hiding in my closet waiting for a special occasion.”

“What’s the special occasion? Me cumming inside you for the first time?” he teased softly, kissing my neck as his hands cupped my breasts.

“I just really missed you,” I whispered as a half-truth, my hands resting on his shoulders.

He paused his movements and looked me in the eye before kissing me softly. “I missed you too, Lily,” he murmured as he pulled his face away.

Fuck, I wanted to say it. But I didn’t want to say it during sex — it would seem like I was only saying it because of the endorphins. I kissed him again more forcefully, grinding my pussy against his already hard cock over his slacks and my silly lace thong. Henry reached around me and unhooked my bra smoothly, sliding my robe and bra off my arms gently and letting them fall to the ground. I bit my lip softly and smiled at him. He smiled back, looking unbearably happy and turned on and sweet.

Fuck, I loved him. Looping one arm around his neck, I used my other hand to guide his hands back to my breasts. He gently rubbed my nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers. They tightened immediately, and I shivered against his hands. “I need you,” I murmured.

Henry adjusted his hands to hold my ass again, stood up, and rotated us, gently lowering my back to the bed. “Fuck, I missed you so much,” he whispered, leaning over to kiss me.

I unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as I could as he took off his pants and boxers. He kicked off his socks as I slid the shirt off his shoulders, following the fabric’s movements with my lips. One of his hands pulled my panties to the side and began to tease at my entrance. “Oh my god,” he whispered in surprise, “You are really fucking wet.”

“Please fuck me,” I begged, pulling him on top of me.

“No warm-up?” he asked, surprised, since I would usually climb mountains for oral.

I shook my head, unable to explain that I just needed to be face-to-face with him, holding him in my arms as he pushed inside of me. He centered us on the bed so that my head was on the pillows, swiftly pulled off my thong, and then settled down on top of me, his tip rubbing against my clit as he slowly slid the length of his erection up and down against my vulva. Cupping his face with my hands, I kissed him desperately. Without breaking the kiss, he angled his cock and thrusted inside me easily as we both moaned.

Fuck. I loved him. I exhaled a long sigh of contentment against his lips. Wrapping my legs around him, I slowly kissed all over his handsome face, paying special attention to his cheeks, eyelids, and forehead. It took everything in me not to say it. “Henry,” I sighed softly.

He wrapped his arms underneath me and held me against his chest as he captured my lips again, his slow thrusts gaining in speed and intensity. I slid my hands down his broad back and then raked my nails against his skin as I brought them back up. He groaned with pleasure. Fuck, I had been waiting all week for this. Don’t say it, Lily. Don’t fucking say it. You missed your fucking chance and now you have to wait.

Henry scooted his knees forward and buried his face in my neck as he fucked me harder and harder. He felt incredible on top of me, but I was so preoccupied in my wildly running thoughts that I couldn’t give myself over to pleasure the way I usually could. I stroked his hair gently, kissing his forehead and the top of his head as my other hand scratched and rubbed his back. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek on mine. Fuck, I loved him so much. I wanted to hold him in my arms until we wasted away. “I’m getting close,” he whispered, “Are you?”

“No, but you should cum.”

Henry stopped his movements and tilted his face to kiss me again. He gently sucked on my tongue, his erection docked deep inside of my pussy. I unwrapped one of my legs from his hip and slid the other one down until my ankle wrapped around his calf. He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. “You ok?” he asked gently.

I nodded, smiling softly. “I’m just having a hard time turning my brain off, you know?”

He nodded and tucked his face back against my neck, holding me for a moment. “We can stop if you’d rather just cuddle,” he murmured, nuzzling me gently.

“Don’t you dare,” I whispered.

He smiled against my skin and rotated us onto our sides, my top leg still resting around his and his cock still inside me. He lifted his top thigh and slid it between my legs. Locking eyes with me, he brushed his thumb along my lips and then slowly trailed his hand down between us to begin rubbing my clit. He watched me carefully, pleasure and determination evident on his face as he insistently massaged me. I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering closed. “There we go,” he murmured triumphantly, resting his forehead against mine.

His thumb kept gently rubbing my clit as he began thrusting again slowly, intensely, his cock pulling out to the tip and then pushing back in to the hilt. I moaned again, louder this time. With his other hand, Henry hoisted my leg back up around his waist. I gasped as he pushed even deeper inside me and hit my g-spot with the new angle. “Oh! Oh there! Right there!” I gasped, holding onto the back of his head.

He groaned loudly, clearly getting more turned on as I continued vocalizing my pleasure. “Does that feel good, baby?” he whispered as I nodded, overwhelmed by the sensations.

I kissed him intensely, my shallow breaths getting harsher as he pressed harder against my clit and used his other hand to cup my ass and pull me against him rhythmically with every thrust. An orgasm quickly grew, taking me by surprise as it built and broke with little warning. “Henry!” I called out, “Yes! YES! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Thrusting harder, Henry’s fingers dug into my ass. He buried his face in my neck as he groaned again. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned.

I turned my face and kissed him desperately again as my pussy continued to clench around his cock in waves, his warm cum beginning to shooting high up my cunt as his cock pulsed inside me. Moaning softly against his lips, I fully gave myself over to my orgasm, pleasure tingling up my body and sending sparks to my fingertips and the roots of my hair. He shuddered against me, his body collapsing into the bed as his cock unloaded rope after rope of cum inside of me. I held on tightly to the back of his head, my lips and tongue still frantically moving against his.

After his cock finally stilled, Henry pulled his face back from our kiss and smiled at me, ending his thumb’s relentless rubbing of my clit and brushing my hair away from my face.

I burst into tears. “Oh my god, Lily, what’s wrong?” he asked frantically, panic spreading across his face.

“I’m in love with you!” I sobbed.

“What?” he laughed surprisedly, brushing the tears away from my cheeks.

“I love you, Henry,” I cried, my hands still holding onto the back of his head.

“Lily,” he smiled softly, his eyebrows knitting together, “I already knew that.”

“You knew?” I sniffed loudly, tears still spilling sideways down my cheeks and onto the bedspread.

“Of course I knew. I love you too. I love you so fucking much.”

“You do?” I wailed.

“Yeah, baby, I do.”

I sobbed again and held him to me, wrapping my arms around him as his cock continued to soften inside me, his cum starting to trickle down my pussy. “Why are you crying?” he laughed gently, holding me tightly and rocking me in his arms.

“I don’t know!” I cried.

He laughed and kissed my cheek repeatedly until I turned my face and kissed him back, sucking on his lower lip as my sobs slowed and stopped. I pressed another couple kisses to his soft lips and then pulled back, sniffling slightly and surprised to see a couple tears on his face as well. “Is that what all this was about?” he asked gently, wiping his own cheek and grinning at me with a watery smile, “The candles, the lingerie?”

I nodded slowly. “Oh Lily, I wish you hadn’t stressed out about this so much,” he laughed, his brow furrowing sympathetically, “I’ve known for weeks.”

“How did you know? I didn’t even know until this week!”

“Because I’ve been in love with you for ages, and I knew we were on the same page.”

I sniffled and brought my hands forward to cup his cheeks. “Thank you for not saying it before I was ready,” I murmured.

“Of course,” he whispered, kissing me softly and then pulling back, “Do you feel better now that you’ve said it and had a cathartic cum and cry?”

I laughed and nodded. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you,” he whispered back, “But my cum is going to glue us together unless I pull out, and that would be a very awkward ambulance ride and ER visit.”

We laughed as he slowly removed his cock, cum following to trail out of my pussy. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly, keeping my body flush against his. I rotated us so that his back was against the bed and I was straddling him, my face buried in his neck and my arms wrapped around his shoulders as my pussy slowly leaked cum onto his pelvis. He stroked my hair gently, his other arm holding me around the waist. “I love you so much,” he murmured.

“How long have you known?” I asked softly.

“I wanted to tell you that I thought I was falling in love with you on your [birthday](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hktxll/fm_my_25f_first_fight_and_role_play_makeup_sex/), but you had just had a big commitment freak out. So, I decided to wait until you told me first.”

“That was months ago!” I laughed, but then my voice got quiet again, “Thank you for not saying anything. I think it would have sent me running.”

“Yeah, you’re a weirdo.”

“A weirdo you’re in love with,” I whispered smugly.

“Yeah,” he said simply, “I am.”

A comfortable silence washed over us as we held each other. I broke it first. “How did it feel to cum inside me?” I asked, laying my head on one side of his chest and lightly tracing my fingers across his other pec.

“Good. Really fucking good. Primal. Like I was claiming you. How did it feel for you?”

“It felt right.”

“It felt right?”

“I said what I said. Can we keep doing it?”

“Fuck yeah, we can,” he murmured, “in fact…”

“Are you hard again?” I laughed, “Already?”

“Emotional intimacy turns me on,” he laughed defensively.

“What are you waiting for, then?” I smirked.

Immediately, Henry reached down to angle his cock against me. I bit down softly on his chest and gradually sank down on his erection, moaning loudly. Isolating just my ass, I slowly raised and lowered it to ride him gently, both of us moaning and breathing heavily as I slid his cock in and out of me, the cum that was still gently leaking from my pussy lubricating the way. I released his skin from my teeth and rested my cheek against his chest. My hands rested on his shoulders. Henry reached down to grab my ass, spreading my cheeks so he could go deeper and set a faster rhythm. Relaxing against him, I let him lift and lower me, giving him complete control over my body and the pace. I grabbed his bicep with one hand and brought the other around to hold the back of his head. “Ohhh, fuck. I love you, Henry. I love you so much,” I moaned against his chest, slowly kissing and sucking my way across his pecs, up his neck, and along his jaw.

“Lily….” he moaned, his eyes closing with pleasure as he bounced me on his cock.

“Say it,” I demanded softly, sucking on the sensitive part of his jaw right below his ear.

“I love you so fucking much, Lily,” he murmured.

I bit down gently on his ear and teased his earlobe with the tip of my tongue. “Do you like cumming in my pussy?” I asked softly, removing the hand from his bicep to start rubbing my clit.

“Yes,” he groaned.

“Do you like filling me up with your cum? Claiming me? Making sure I know that I’m yours and yours only?”

“Yes, Lily,” he murmured, his brow knitting together with pleasure as he put his feet flat on the bed to increase the forcefulness of our fucking.

I moaned loudly as he picked up the pace, bouncing me on his cock over and over again as his hips lifted to meet my body. “Do you like thinking about your cum slowly dripping out of me, reminding me with every drop that I belong to you?”

“Lily, I’m gonna cum if you keep talking,” he warned me breathlessly.

“Cum for me, Henry. Please cum. Please fill me up, I need you,” I moaned, my voice getting higher and higher pitched as I aggressively rubbed my clit.

Henry pounded me from below as he forcefully slammed me down on his erection with his hands. I moaned deeply as my orgasm grew and grew, my body tensing against his chest. He groaned loudly as the first explosion of cum filled my pussy, and that was enough to push me over the edge. I screamed softly and buried my face in his warm chest, my pussy pulsing around his cock and my body convulsing on top of him. “Lily!” he called out loudly, spurts of cum still violently ejaculating deep inside of me.

“Oh! Oh my god!” I shrieked, holding onto him for dear life.

Each clench of my pussy felt like another mini orgasm, my body in pure ecstasy as I panted and shook on top of him. He grabbed my face and tilted it upwards so he could attack my mouth with his, the remainder of my screams muffled against his lips. I sucked on his tongue, still moaning and rubbing my clit as the last of his cum leaked inside of me.

Breaking the kiss, I buried my face in his neck, pressing firm kisses against his skin. Aftershocks of pleasure caused my torso to spasm softly. “Fuck!” he exclaimed quietly.

We laughed gently as we collapsed into each other and the bed, our sweaty skin sticking together and making absurd noises as we adjusted ourselves gently. We giggled at the noises and settled back into a comfortable position. “Shower?” he asked softly.

“Shower,” I agreed, “But in a sec.”

He rubbed my back slowly with one hand and brushed my hair away from my face with the other. “I love you, Lily,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Henry,” I whispered back.

The rest of the weekend was filled with sappy moments and copious amounts of cum. It was as if saying “I love you” for the first time turned on a previously unknown semen tap in his balls, but I wasn’t complaining. Every drop made me feel closer to him. All too soon, Henry had to go back to his new apartment in his new city. I was upset, but I didn’t cry when he left, instead smiling like an idiot when I thought about how wonderful it would be to see him the next weekend.

My smile slid a little when I realized what our emotional revelations meant. I was going to have to tell the rest of my immediate family about him. And the fact that we were serious. And that meant I was also going to have to find a way to break the news to my little cousin, Shoshona, who had wanted to set me up with him since the fall and who I had been lying to for months so that she wouldn’t suspect that she had actually been successful. I took a deep, shuddering breath, thinking about her impending wrath. Fuck. But that’s a story for another day.

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