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Chapter 9 by tusasre tusasre

How does the night go?

First time

When we got back to her luxurious home, she rushed me upstairs to her bedroom. “Let’s celebrate properly now, Dave” – she said, in a tone I hadn’t heard before from her - “Without anyone else. Just the two of us.” I stupidly didn’t understand what Chloë was getting at, before nearly falling over as she turned her back to me and said: “Would you mind helping me unzip my dress?” I couldn’t believe my luck. It looked like we were about to have our first time together. I gingerly lowered the zipper on her dress down her back, and when I was done, Chloë gracefully stepped out of it to reveal a cute set of white lingerie. I took off my suit and we got into her large bed, kissing passionately. We continued like that for a while, making out so passionately as if our lives depended on it, gradually moving further as she unclipped her bra, revealing her modest, firm and sensitive breasts. I didn’t touch them just yet, simply focusing on our endless kiss. Soon enough, we both ended up fully naked. I lay on my back on the bed, and Chloë slowly, gracefully lowered herself onto me.

She began to rock her hips slowly forward and then back; barely any movement at all, but enough. Each subtle motion coaxed a moan from me. She squeezed my hips between her thighs saying “I love you so much, Dave.” I gasped and whispered “I love you too, Chloë”, before pulling her as close to me as I could as she rocked her hips on me slowly and passionately. We sunk back into a deep kiss as her firm chest rubbed up against mine. We locked eyes and didn’t shy away from each other’s hungry gaze, as we slowly became one, united body of loving passion as she rode me, eyes on mine, lips pressed tightly together. I slowly moved my head level with her chest and gently sucked on one of her pert nipples. She let out a little gasp and moaned out: “Oh yes, go on Dave…it’s so sensitive…” I switched to the other nipple, then back again, then cupped her breasts in my hands as she pulled me back up into yet another kiss. The passion we shared was something I never believed to even be possible – there was nothing in the world we wanted except each other, nothing around us existed except our copulating bodies. Soon enough, Chloë began rocking her hips harder and harder as her breathing became sharper and more frequent, and she experienced an extremely intense orgasm which had her body positively writhing with pleasure as she moaned out my name to the heavens.

A pleasant eternity later, I began to feel like I was getting close. “Chloë, I’m close” – I croaked breathlessly. “I’m…on...birth control”- she managed to say in between moans. That was all I needed, and, with a big push of my own, I finished inside of her, and she collapsed on top of me. “Oh my god...Dave…that...was better…than anything…I’ve…ever felt…” – Chloë whispered breathlessly to me, rolling off of me onto the bed. “Me too” – I replied, almost just as breathlessly. “I love you” – we said in unison, shared one more kiss and went to sleep.

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