I can’t think of a title ‘:D This is a romantic story :) Thought I’d switch it up :P Hope you enjoy… Oh and do tell me if you think of a title ‘:D

I lean against the post slightly breathless, even though I’d been sitting for the last half an hour. This is it. It’s finally happening. I’d really taken a plane and a bus and finally made it here. His house. I had to double check the address with two strangers just to prove to myself that I wasn’t delusional or simply dreaming. You would too if you were finally meeting someone you spent every waking minute thinking about. Dreams like this don’t come true all that often. I’d played this moment out in my head a million different times.

I gather all the courage I have and walk shakily towards the house before me. It’s a quaint little house, with walls of cream and a roof of maroon tiles. A brick chimney sending out tiny puffs of smoke. I smile at the thought of the warm fire waiting for me inside. The hedges around the house are adorned with lovely violet flowers that shyly poke their pretty heads from between the leaves. I pause when I reach the gate and take a deep breath, then push the gate open. I let it swing shut and exhale, trying to calm my nerves. My breath mists in the cool air. I stumble toward the door and somehow make it up the steps. I lift my hand to knock, when the door swings open.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. I saw you come in and…”, he starts to explain with an apologetic grin. He sounds a little shy, but his voice is deep and rich and quite lovely. I just stare at him, unable to think of anything to say. His expression grows more serious. “I… I’ve done nothing but wait for you all day”

*Come on you idiot*,some sane part of my brain says.*Say something. Don’t just stare at him like a creep*.

“I-I um…”,I start to say, shivering slightly.

“Oh of course… I’m such an idiot. Come in, come in.”

He ushers me into the house, which is warm. I look at him shyly through my lashes as he takes my coat. We both just stand there taking each other in. I feel myself blushing as his eyes trail down my body then slowly back up. We’ve never seen each other before in real life. Sure, we’ve seen pictures of each other, but how can an image compare to a living, breathing human? With all the expressions, the nervous fluttering of hands, the way eyes seem to dance and change colour in the flickering light of a fire. None of that can ever be captured in an image.

He clears his throat, and I jump, snapped back into reality.

“Shall we?”, he says, a small smile playing on his lips as he gestures toward the couch. I nod timidly and follow him. I sink into the plush couch and he follows, sitting next to me. Our bodies are tense as we sneak glances at each other. We start talking, shyly enquiring about each other’s well being. He asked me about the trip here. I asked him about his day till I got here. It took a while, but once we’d broken the ice, we found ourselves relaxed and talked and laughed more openly like we did over instant chat.

As I’m giving an animated description of how painfully overprotective my brother was when I was younger, I notice that he hadn’t said anything in a while. He was simply sitting there, looking at me with an intense expression, his lips stretched into a small smile. I suddenly become aware of how much closer he is. His knee is bumping against mine and his arm is resting on the couch, behind me. I feel my cheeks burn up and turn rosy under my tanned skin.

“What”, I say, suddenly shy.

“Hm? Oh…nothing”, he says. I giggle when I notice him blushing, embarrassed. It’s the cutest thing in the world.

“It’s just…”, he continues. I stop laughing immediately. That intense expression returns. He looks me in the eyes. “You’re even more beautiful than you were in those pictures and…”

I find myself blushing again and avert my gaze. I slowly raise my head, searching for an ounce of amusement on his face but find none. There’s an earnest look in his blue eyes, as if he’s willing me to believe him. He knows I’m reluctant to. The number of times I’ve brushed him off when he’s told me I’m beautiful… I stay quiet

“Hey”, his gentle fingers curl around my chin and tilt my head so I’m facing him.
“You’re gorgeous okay? I don’t just stare at anyone’s lips and wish I was kissing them.”

I look up at him, startled. His face is a lot closer to mine than it was seconds ago. *Kiss me then!*, my brain is screaming while I sit there, stunned and silent. He hovers beside me, uncertain of what I want.

“I’m sorry…I know that I’d be your first kiss and… We’ll take it slow. Don’t wor-”

Without thinking I quickly lean in and press my lips against his. He lets out an audible gasp, then returns the kiss. His hands weave through my hair, cupping my face. He tugs gently at my lower lip with his teeth, making me moan, and slips his tongue into my open mouth.

I gasp as his tongue touches mine. It’s a foreign feeling, but one that sends a wave of pleasure that travels through my body.
I feel myself getting wet. I follow his example, timidly letting my tongue probe into his mouth. He tastes sweet, like cinnamon and cloves. When we finally break the kiss, we’re both breathless and panting. He lets out a soft moan, letting his forehead touch mine.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”, he murmurs softly.

He kisses me again, this time letting his hands wander over my body. His hands gently trace the curve of my neck, brushing past my shoulders, and settle on my breasts. He squeezes gently and my nipples pebble against his palms. He gives them a gentle tug. I moan as a jolt of pleasure travels to my pussy, making it even more wet. I return the favour, letting my hands trace a path from his broad shoulders, down his sculpted chest and to his crotch. I smile against his lips as I feel a steadily growing bulge underneath my palm and slowly stroke him over his pants. His hands drop to cup my ass. He pulls me into his lap and I straddle him. Sitting like this, I can feel his cock growing against my thigh. I let out a soft moan, my hips moving on their own accord, so I’m grinding into him.

Maybe it’s the fact that I want him, and he seems to want me just as much, but I grow bold, letting my hands slip down to find the hem of his shirt. I begin to tug it off, impatient. He reaches up to help me, tugging the shirt off in one fluid motion. I run my fingers over the contours of his body, mesmerized. He reaches for the hem of my dress and looks at me. I nod wordlessly and lift myself up a little to make it easier. He takes the dress by the hem and drags it slowly up my legs, then over my hips, my waist and breasts. I lift my arms and he pulls it over my head.

He leans back against the couch, his hands moving over my body so slowly, as if he wanted to memorize every curve and edge I had. His hands travel up my body, finally returning to cup my face.

“You are so, so beautiful”

All I could do was let out a small moan and kiss him. He returns the kiss, his hands wrapped around my bare waist. My hands travel down his chest and fumble with the button of his jeans. He gasps and pulls away when I manage to get it open. He looks at me wide eyed.

“Are… are you sure you want to…?”

I caress his cheek softly, then look into his eyes. “Yes”, I murmur. He looks at me, his eyes,filled with lust. I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck as his strong hands lift me. He gets up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me. It’s different this time, more passionate, desperate even. I return the kiss with the same fervour. He carries me to his bedroom and gently sets me down on the bed. He reaches behind me, his fingers hovering over the straps of my bra. I make no move to stop him. He deftly unhooks my bra, peeling it off, freeing my breasts. He tosses it to the side and groans appreciatively as he caresses my bare breasts. I moan in return. His fingers journey down my waist and find my thong. He glances up at me, then lets them hook into my thong and gently drag it down my legs. It curls over itself in the trip down my long tan legs. I step out of it. He stands up and takes a step back.

I find myself blushing as he takes me in, his eyes traveling down my body, my nipples hardening further under his lustful gaze. I step toward him, sneaking glances through my lashes and tug down his jeans, revealing the sizable bulge in his boxers. I bite my lips, feeling myself get more wet. I look up at him, shyly, then slowly peel them off releasing his erection.

He pulls me into his arms and kisses me, his hands sliding down my back to circle my waist and crush me into him. I moan as I feel his cock press against my stomach and wrap my arms around his neck, weaving my fingers in his hair. He walks back toward the bed, his lips never leaving mine. We end up lying on the bed with me on top of him, our hands feverishly tracing paths on the other’s skin. I finally let my lips leave his, kissing his neck, his chest, his stomach…

My eyes widen as I reach his cock. I timidly wrap my fingers around it. They’re too small to meet around his girth. I pout, unsure of what to do, or how hard I should grip it. I move my hand up and down his shaft, my fingers just brushing it, he lets out a soft groan.

“How do I…?”.

I look at him, curious and lustful in equal measure. He looks dazed, as if he’d forgotten that it was my first time. I don’t blame him. In a combination of my vivid imagination and my lustful haze, I would often describe what I want to do to him in great detail. It’s hard to believe that someone possesses such a disarming innocence when they speak the way I do.

“Here…”

He puts his hand on mine, adjusting my grip and showing me how to move.

“You can’t really do anything wrong… Just have fun…”

I bite my lip, completely focused on my task, moving exactly as he showed me. He lays back and closes his eyes, letting me continue on my own. I watch as a drop of precum beads on his thick head. Curious about how he tastes, I lower my head to his cock and lick it off. He gasps and his eyes fly open, his chest rises and falls rapidly. He watches as I lower my mouth once again, this time opening it and wrapping my lips around the head. I let my tongue swirl around the tip and he groans. I push him slowly further into my mouth, trying to see how much of him I can take. He moans as his shaft disappears into my mouth. I feel him hit the back of my throat. I watch him carefully as I begin to bob my head up and down, sucking him in and out of my mouth and letting my tongue move over the tip. He groans and puts his hand on my head, encouraging me to increase my pace.

“You’re so good at that.”

My eyes light up in a proud and affectionate smile. I continue sucking him off, using my hands to rub the rest of his length. I feel him throbbing on my tongue, his cock growing to fill my mouth. I could tell he was close when I let my curious hands gently brush and cup his balls, and felt them contract. With that, he couldn’t hold back any longer, he let go. His warm cum filled my mouth and throat. *Mmmm he tastes good*. I continue sucking and he moans helplessly, before I let his softening cock slide out of my mouth. He looks down at me and smiles, watching me swallow every drop of his cum. I lick my lips and smile.

“You taste so good”, I say, less shy now.

He lets his eyes travel down my body, and I lower my gaze. I feel myself flush. I’m sitting back on my heels, my long hair covering my breasts. The soft moans he let out aroused me. He grabs my hand and pulls me onto the bed beside him. He kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue.

“I want to taste you now”, he says pulling away. He begins to plant light kisses on my neck and collarbone. When he reaches my breasts, he sucks on one, biting at my nipple gently, earning a moan from me. I look down at him, breathing through slightly parted lips as he moves to my other breast, licking and sucking at my tender nipple. He finishes with a small tug of the teeth and kisses down my stomach. He looks up at me, then blows gently along my wet slit, already glistening with my arousal. I let out a soft whimper and bite my lip in anticipation. He runs his tongue along my wet slit and I moan softly. I cry out as his warm mouth finds my swollen clit. He sucks on it gently. I throw my head back, arching off the bed to push my pussy into his mouth. His arms circle my thighs to hold them apart as he continues to eat me out, licking and sucking at my clit, his tongue occasionally dipping into my wet pussy. He slides a finger inside me and starts to slowly thrust, it’s heavenly. I wrap right around his finger.

“Fuck, you’re so tight”

It wasn’t long before he had me quivering and moaning, my pussy pulsing around his finger. He sucks intensely on my sensitive clit, and I come hard on his mouth, crying out as he eagerly laps up my juices. I lay back, breathless. He crawls back up and lies down beside me, kissing my forehead. I sigh happily, kissing him and arching my body into his. His partially hard cock , now recovered, presses against my bare thigh. A jolt of desire courses through my body. I want to feel him inside me. I reach down and gently stroke him till he’s hard again. He groans, then looks at me expectantly.

“I want you”, I say softly. His eyes darken with desire. He spreads my legs and kneels between them. He pushes the head between my pussy lips, moving it up and down till the tip lodges against my slit. I bite my lip and draw my legs up. I need to open up as much as I can for him. I watch as he pushes in slowly, wincing a bit as he stretches me out.

“Sorry… Should I pull out…?”

“No… Please… I want you so bad”

He nods and continues to push in slowly till he’s buried inside me. He stopped letting me get used to having him inside me. He lays on top of me, dragging my legs onto his shoulders. I nod and he begins thrusting into me slowly. I let out soft cries of pain, which soon morph into moans of pleasure and begin to raise my hips to meet his thrusts. The sounds I make seem to act as encouragement, and he moves faster, his cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy.

It was beyond heavenly, the feeling of him buried deep inside me, withdrawing only to thrust back in as if he never wanted to leave. Our moans of pleasure grow louder with each minute as we find our rhythm and lose ourselves to the feeling. It isn’t long before I’m quivering under him, my pussy pulsing around his cock.

“Cum for me”, he says. His voice is filled with desire and lust. For me. I cry out and cum as he says the words,clamping down on his cock and triggering his release. I’ll never forget the sound that escaped his lips as he filled my pussy with hiseye m, collapsing on top of me. We lay like that for a long time before he rolled off of me, pulling me with him so I lay on top of him, my head on his chest and his softening cock still inside me.

“That was…”, I begin to say, but I’m at a loss for words.

“Perfect”, he finishes, smiling softly at me

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