Be gentle. You can always be rough later

You scoop her up, your hands under her knees and shoulders, and carry her into your bedroom as she clings to your neck, nuzzling you as she murmurs happily. When you lay her on your bed and roll her panties down she raises her hips to help you, looking at you with adoring eyes. You pull her shoes off as you strip the cotton panties off, but when you reach for her knee socks she shakes her head.

"Leave them on, please Dean? I want to see them when my legs are in the air! I...I saw some...pictures once and it looked so hot...please?"

"Of course Clara," you smile, bending to kiss her as you unbutton your shirt. She tries to help you with inexpert fingers as she kisses you back, her enthusiastic clumsiness adorable and exciting. You're still unsure of her story, but you don't have any doubt that she's inexperienced. Her soft teen mouth tastes fresh and delicious, and the feel of her hardens you, your cock straining in your pants.

Hurriedly you kick your shoes off as Clara kneels and fumbles with your belt, looking shy and excited as she wiggles. You help her, letting your pants drop to the floor and stepping out of them as she gives a mew at the sight of your hard shaft tenting your boxers. She puts out a hand to touch it, looking up at you for approval, and then gently squeezing it through the fabric as you smile.

Her innocent eroticism is massively arousing, and you have to restrain yourself from pushing her back on the bed and ravishing her quickly. You want to make this last, have her savour the experience and not just use her as a cock sleeve.

You slide onto the bed beside her, pulling her into a nuzzling kiss as your hand strokes down her body, pausing to explore her satin flesh. She moans as you fondle her breasts, gasping as you tease a nipple to hardness. Her hands don't seem to know what to do, drifting from your cheek to your shoulder and around your neck as you kiss. She makes soft moaning noises into your mouth, wriggling gently as you play with her.

"You're delicious Clara," you tell her, breaking the kiss and looking into her anxious, excited face. "You taste so sweet, and you feel so good."

"Do I?" she murmurs, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "I don't know what to do. Tell me what I should do. Teach me Dean...please."

"You're doing fine Clara," you reassure her, kissing her again as you stroke your hand down her tummy, feeling it flutter beneath your touch. She gives a whimper into your mouth and squirms, parting her thighs as your hand approaches her mound, rocking her hips gently in anticipation. You tease her, stroking your fingers over her flesh, stroking the fine fur of her trimmed pussy, approaching her labia but pulling back before you touch it.

"You're making me so hot," she purrs, holding your face and gasping. "I'm so ready for you Dean. Ever so ready!"