Our First Time (MxF Erotica) (Male POV) (1809 words)
“Hi baby!” Your girlfriend greets as she enters your bedroom. She is in her usual lounge clothes, a baggy shirt and a pair of your sweatpants. Upon her entrance, you can feel the energy of the room change. Is she…nervous? You watch her movements and confirm. She is fiddling with the edge of her shirt and rocking back and forth on her heels.
“I was wondering if we could talk about something,” she states. Your heart drops. It must have shown in your face because she immediately follows up her statement.
“No! Not like that! I mean…I just wanted to ask you something.”
You are so relieved by this. You love this girl with all your heart and even the idea of losing her stings. You nod and gesture to your bed, offering her to take a seat. She does so, sitting down slowly onto your covers. She crosses her legs and leans forward, still nervously biting her lip. You turn to her from your seat at your computer and give her your full attention.
“I was wondering…” she begins before trailing off, “…so, we’ve been together for a while, right?”
This question confuses you. You have been together for a while, four months, in fact. Not the longest amount of time but definitely enough to get to know each other and become close. She isn’t just your girlfriend; she’s your best friend and partner in crime.
“Yes, we have,” you answer finally.
“Okay, well…” she trails off again, seeming to be collecting her thoughts. Her brows furrow the tiniest bit as she focuses.
“Okay, I just wanted to tell you…I think I’m ready,” she finishes. You look at her with a baffled expression.
“To have sex.” She clarifies.
Your mind goes completely blank for a second. Of course, you had considered the option, imagined how she would feel, how beautiful she would look without her baggy shirt, but you hadn’t been dwelling on this. She means so much to you that this opportunity had yet to show itself and you were fine with that. However, watching her face turn from nervousness to worried brings you back to reality.
You finally process what she has said. She is ready…to have sex…with you. Holy shit.
“Holy shit,” you whisper, unable to keep the thought inside. Her face relaxes and she laughs quietly at your reaction. Soon after the laughter subsides, she looks at you, determined.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.” She admits. “Will you let me?”
She does not have to ask you twice, your mind processing this admission much faster than the first. You nod quickly and she gets up from the bed and moves towards you. The air feels thick and warm. You watch her drop to her knees, glance up at you with soft eyes, as if asking for permission, and then her delicate hands go to undo your pants.
You feel like you’re in a dream-state. She’s ethereal and, somehow, she kneels before you. She pulls on the edge of your waistband, running a finger across your hip. You shiver at the small brush of skin; a taste of what’s to come.
Lifting your hips, you allow her to slide your pants down to your ankles. She looks at you and her eyes twinkle with determination. She reaches out a hand and wraps it around your cock.
Her hand is a little cold but feels like heaven. She gives a few experimental strokes before finding a rhythm. You cannot take your eyes away from her as she leans in and licks the side of your dick. You cannot help the groan that escapes.
You hadn’t realized how you’d been waiting for this. Longing for this. Sure, you’d been turned on by her before but this…this never seemed like something you could have. Something possible. Yet, here she is, now taking the head of your cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue in a circle. You watch her as she explores, discovering your most sensitive areas.
She takes your dick into her mouth and hollows out her cheeks, creating a seal. Where she had been focusing on the head, stroking the shaft with her hands, she now begins to lower her head, taking you into her mouth.
It is wet and hot, so hot its almost scalding but in the most fantastic way. You bite your lip as her nose touches your abdomen, your cock down her throat. Her eyes are closed and she seems to get lost in the movements, beginning to bob her head eagerly. You throw your head back against the headrest of your chair, unable to continue to watch her.
She experiments with her speed, angle, and pressure, all the while flicking her tongue against your skin. When she finds a spot that makes you twitch or groan, she focuses on it, almost overwhelming you, before pulling away. You could live forever in this ecstasy.
What seems like far too soon, she’s pulling off, running her hand through her own hair to get it out of her face. You look at her and cannot believe it was you who has her like this. Her chin covered in drool and her lips glistening with her own spit. She looks up and makes eye contact, smiling.
“Come here,” she says, her voice soft and intense. She stands and you follow her. She climbs up onto the bed and lies back. Suddenly, you’re over her, arms holding you aloft, and your lips are pressed together. Your tongue slides into her mouth and you hear her exhale and hum. Her hands wander across your arms and chest as you grind down onto her. She makes an appreciative noise before matching your movements.
Once you cannot gasp in any more air, you come up to breathe and examine her face. She’s flushed and smiling, taking in your features as well. When your lips touch again, it’s slower and more purposeful.
She pushes on your chest, signaling you to pull back.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” she whispers, trailing her hands over your arms and chest, watching their motions. “Thought of you and me. And this.”
She tugs on the edge of your shirt.
“I want this off,” she murmurs and you are happy to oblige. Straddling her, you push up onto your knees and pull your shirt over your head. Now shirtless, you help her sit up.
“Arms up,” you state and she smiles, putting her hands above her head. You pull her shirt off quickly and you two examine each other’s bodies. Her skin looks soft. Her chest is as perfect as you had imagined it would be. You lay her back down and kiss her once again, softly.
“You’re beautiful,” you whisper onto her lips, taking one of her breasts into your palm. It’s warm and soft, shaping to your hand as you squeeze lightly. You trace the curve to her nipple, pinching slightly. She closes her eyes and puts her head back against the pillows. Between kisses, you alternate breasts, pinching and squeezing, slowly wandering down towards her stomach and hips. By the time you’re done, she’s panting as she watches you.
“Please,” a small plea leaves her lips, “I need you inside me.”
You nod, unable to form words, and kiss down her chest to her hips. There, you help her take her pants off, licking the V above her panties.
“May I?” You ask, hand hovering above the fabric. She nods and you pull her panties down to reveal her pussy. You spread her legs with your hands. Between her folds is wet and inviting, begging you to taste. You lick a long stripe from the bottom to the top and hear her bite back a moan. You repeat the motion, this time, moving your tongue slower. She holds her breath.
Once you find the clit amongst her folds, you focus on it, curling your tongue. She gasps above you, and you feel her legs begin to shake against your hands. You suck slightly and she moans, deep and blissful.
Licking her pussy fully again, you pull back, leaving her gasping.
“I want you,” she pants, meeting your eyes. Her eyes are dark and desperate, pupils blown wide. You get off her for a moment to grab a condom and roll it on, watching her watch your hands.
“I love you,” she states in a rush, like she said the phrase she had been holding up in her mind.
“I love you too,” you respond truthfully, kneeling over her once more. She lies back on the bed, legs spread, waiting. You line up your cock against her warm entrance and slowly push your hips forward.
The heat is almost overwhelming as it is euphoric. You slowly press in and watch her push her head back against the pillows, a whine on her lips. Once you are fully seated, you wait for her to adjust. You can feel her clench around you, desperate.
“Move,” she whines, “please.”
You pull back and thrust forward with intention, each thrust feeling better than the last. You adopt a rhythm of your hips, entering that heat over and over. Your girlfriend has her eyes squeezed shut, mouth open and gasping. Her hands grip at the sheets, clasping and unclasping on the fabric.
“You feel so good,” you groan, feeling her clench around you.
“I love you,” she begs, breathless, “I love you so much.”
You speed up the rhythm and she sighs. You arch over her, bringing her lips to your own. Sweat beads down your back. You bite her lips and she licks at yours. This feels so perfect it’s almost unreal.
She pants little “ah”s, matching your inward thrusts. You sit back up and grab her hips in your hands. They fit perfectly.
“Ah, ah, I’m close,” she groans, hands gripping impossibly tight on the sheets of the bed. You speed up the rhythm and thrust harder into her. Her mouth hangs open, moans pouring out. You can feel your climax approaching too, begging to spill over.
“Ah, fuck, ah” she moans before she clenches tight around you, her pussy seizing. You continue to fuck her through her climax, now chasing your own release. You feel the string pull tighter until it finally snaps and your vision goes blurry. You cum into the condom before collapsing beside her. You both lay there, panting, before looking into each other’s eyes.
“Oh my god, we just did that,” she giggles, still trying to catch her breath. You laugh as well. It must feel almost unreal to her too. You both laugh and catch your breath, stealing a soft kiss before cleaning up and taking a well-deserved nap.