I still remember the way my heart hammered like it wanted out of my chest that night. I was eighteen, legal, and so fucking ready, but nothing could have prepared me for how raw it felt. My boyfriend, also eighteen, had the same nervous hunger in his eyes when he pulled me into his bedroom after the party. The door clicked shut and suddenly the air was thick with everything wed been dancing around for months.
We started slow, mouths crashing together, tongues sliding wet and desperate. His hands shoved under my shirt, palms rough against my tits, squeezing until I moaned into his kiss. Fuck, youre so soft, he growled, yanking the fabric over my head. I reached for his belt, fingers clumsy but determined, freeing his cock. It sprang out thick and hot, the head already slick. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked, loving the way he hissed and bucked into my fist.
Get on the bed, he said, voice low and dirty. I kicked off my jeans and panties and lay back, legs falling open. He stared between my thighs like hed never seen a pussy before, then dropped to his knees and dragged his tongue straight up my slit. The first lick made me jerk. He licked harder, sucking my clit, two fingers pushing inside me without warning. I was tight, so tight, and the stretch burned in the best way.
God, youre dripping, he muttered against my cunt, pumping his fingers faster. I grabbed his hair and rode his face, grinding until my thighs shook. When I came the first time it was sudden and loud, my walls clenching around his fingers while I cursed his name.
He climbed over me, cock nudging my entrance. Tell me if it hurts, he said, but the look in his eyes said he was barely holding back. I nodded, spread wider, and he pushed in. One slow, relentless thrust and he was buried to the hilt. The fullness was intense, a deep ache that made my eyes water, but I didnt want him to stop. Move, I begged. Fuck me.
He started thrusting, long and hard, the bed creaking under us. Skin slapped skin. My juices coated his cock and ran down my ass. Every time he bottomed out I gasped, pleasure spiking sharper with each stroke. He reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he pounded me. I came again, harder, nails digging into his back as my pussy spasmed around him.
Gonna fill you up, he groaned, hips stuttering. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper. He buried himself and came with a rough shout, hot pulses flooding inside me. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slick and shaking.
After a minute he pulled out and watched his cum leak from me. Again? he asked, already getting hard. I smiled, rolled onto my stomach, and pushed my ass up. Dont stop until I cant walk.