I didn't wait for her to finish the sentence.
I lunged forward and pressed my lips to hers, making her gasp as I took her into my arms. I was rewarded with the feeling of her smooth arms wrapping around behind my neck, her soft, warm tongue flicking across my own in an erotic dance. Emboldened by this, I slid my arms down along her back, gripping her luscious backside in my hands before bending my knees and hoisting her up into the air. Her legs coiled around my waist, her warm sex pressed against my navel as I began to walk us toward her bed.
I don't know how people do this, because they sure make it look simple in movies. I bumped us into her dresser, both if us laughing between kisses before I dropped us onto the bed.
As much as I wanted to shed our clothing, I was so enraptured in the moment that I couldn't tear myself away from her. Our hands wandered as we began to grind against each other, moans and grunts escaping us both as we worked ourselves up to a fever-pitch.
Momentarily coming to my senses, I got up on my knees and pulled my shirt up over my head; not in a smooth Hollywood-hunk sort of way, but like a bumbling ass with my limps flailing around. She didn't seem to mind, her hands sliding up my abdomen before reaching for my belt and fumbling with it frantically. With the grace of a blind giraffe trying to outrun a swarm of bees, I rolled onto my side and kicked off my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my boxers as I rolled back on top of her. She groaned deeply as my rock-hard rod began to grind back and forth over her barely-covered crotch, both of us getting more and more aroused as we became more daring with our hands.
At long last, my hands grasped the supple flesh of her breasts, every fantasy paling in comparison to the real thing. I could feel her firm nipples through the fabric of her nightie, eager to be released from their restrictive confines. My hands slid the spaghetti-straps of the nightie down her smooth shoulders, fingers taking hold of the plunging neckline and tugging it down. Her bosom seemed to leap up towards me, causing me to pause momentarily as I stared down at the bountiful display beneath me.
I let out a hard groan as I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft, gripping it tightly in her hand. I looked down and saw that she was staring intently at it, her eyes filled with awe and wonder as she held a cock for the first time. She gently tugged it, looking up at me as I let out a moan; a mischievous smile curling across her mouth.
I collapsed atop her again, kissing her intensely as she worked my shaft with her hand. She gasped as I began kissing down her neck, slowly moving along her collarbone as her breathing became heavier. I began kissing the top of her breasts, her skin silky-smooth across my face as I drew closer and closer to my target...
When I finally planted a kiss on her nipple, she squeezed my cock so hard I though I'd erupt right then and there, both of us groaning loudly. I began to lick and suck on her erect buds as she began to stroke me faster and faster, our moans growing heavier and louder as the bed-frame shook beneath us. Sliding one of my hands between her legs, my fingers found the fabric of her thong wet as she arched her back off of the bed with a heavy groan. I slipped my fingers around the damp material, seeking out her swollen clit and stroking it tenderly as she hummed with pleasure.
We broke our kiss for no other reason than to catch our breath, gazing intently as we stimulated one another. In that brief look between us, it was as if some primal signal had been sent to our subconscious minds. We knew what we were doing before she slid her thong down her legs; before my boxers were cast aside along with her nightie upon the floor. Suddenly there we were, the tip of my cock millimeters from her entrance, and I was compelled to stop and look into her eyes one last time.
There was excitement in her expression, along with a touch of nervousness, and perhaps even a little fear as she looked down between us. When she raised her glance up at me, a sudden calm washed over her features, as though the fact that it was me looking back at her helped settle any last-minute reservations.
No words passed between us. She simply nodded her head, and I pressed myself into her.
I wish I could say that what followed was an absolute marathon of sexual clashing between two people, but that would be far from the truth. In reality, in the heat of the moment, all of the teasing and desire and tension had brought us to this magical moment where our two bodies connected as one proved to be overwhelming for us both. While I was no longer quite a novice at this, my lust for Corrine fuelled me in a way that felt different than when I'd been with Talia, or even Stephanie, and so I threw myself at her with wild abandon. As for Corrine, she merely responded to my own wild thrusting, the two of us building up to a sexual crescendo that made us cry out in ecstasy as we were driven to climax within two minutes.
It might not sound like much, but to us, those two minutes were magic.
We held each other tightly after that, panting heavily as we slowly came off of our sexual high, our bodies coated in a sheen of sweat. When I finally managed to pull myself together, I looked down at her and, to my dismay, saw that she was crying softly to herself.
"What's wrong?" I spat out, a sense of anxiety creeping up in my chest. Was she regretting this already? Had I done something wrong? Was she hurt? Was I that bad?
She initially answered me by kissing me deeply, her fingers combing through my hair.
"No, no," she replied in a soft voice. "Nothing's wrong with you. That... that was amazing, Ian. It was beautiful. I'm just... I'm just so very happy that this was my first time... with you... instead of..."
She paused again, screwing her eyes shut as she took a deep breath.
"I have to tell you something," she whispered.
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