We are completely naked as we face each other in front of the bed. I smile. "Here we are," I say. You smile back, and nod. I come close, hold you in my arms, and press myself against you. You respond by holding me tightly. You kiss my chest. I nudge you onto the bed, and you lie back.
I kiss you again, on the lips, face, ears, throat, and linger on your breasts. My hand moves into the warmth of your pussy. You gasp at my touch, then raise your hips to urge me in. But I don't enter immediately. I caress the outer lips of your vagina, teasing them into moistness with the playfulness of my fingers. I greet your clit with a finger on each side of it and rub it with a warm hello. I then grasp it between thumb and index finger until it salutes me back. Then I enter, careful to maintain contact with your warm clit, and seek your gspot. It's there, waiting expectantly, and I do not disappoint it. I rub it in the warmest of greetings, the deepest of friendships, the happiest of reunions. I love the way your back arches and your hips gyrate. I cannot resist. I withdraw my hand and place my mouth there instead, devouring the essence of your womanhood, pushing into your clit and pussy with my tongue and lips, making you mine, all mine, for the moment.
You groan and run your hands across my shoulders. Your nails bite into my back. "I want your cock in me," you say.
I grab a condom and -- there's no graceful way to do this -- you wait a tense moment as I put it on. Then I am in you. Your warmth closes around me and transports me to another dimension where only goodness exists. Your pussy muscles tremble, alternately squeezing me and tickling me. I feel at home here, as if fucking you is what I was born to do. For one stupid moment I wonder why I never fucked you before. It's easy and it's natural, and we move together with no effort at all.
I take my time. I don't go into a rampage of thrusting, at least not yet. I'm bigger than you -- I think you must be five feet and a few inches -- so I hold myself up on my elbows, afraid I might crush you. You protest, and pull me down so that our bodies are in maximum contact. I don't object. I like it. I kiss you as we rub our pelvises together. I want to feel your clitoris against the trunk of my cock. I make a slight circular motion with my hips so that my cock reaches all the outer parts of your pussy while still warming your insides. You like it. I can tell. I kiss you as I move inside you. Your face reddens and your breathing gets ragged. Your excitement feeds my excitement which feeds your excitement again, like an infinite feedback loop. We move faster and faster together. The passion in your face, the shimmer of your breasts, the movement of your hips, the sweat that now covers us both, all combine to send me into a frantic, nonthinking state where I just pound into you, again and again, my heart bursting and my lungs gasping, while yours do the same, and finally I explode. I explode into you, pouring out all my passion, my warmth, my caring, into you. You tremble as you receive me with grace, with a smile, with passion and warmth of your own.
Sweating, we smile at each other and kiss again, nodding with the knowledge of our shared pleasure. I feel myself shrink inside you, but I don't rush the process. I'm content where I am, in your arms, the last remnants of my passion evaporating inside your warm and welcoming pussy. When my shrunken cock slides out of you, I sigh with regret and roll off you, sliding my arm under your back as your rest your head on my chest.
Our shared intimacy has brought us closer together, and we talk about our hopes and desires, and we cautiously bring up little fantasies and quirks and things we might like to try together next time. There is still time to try some of those things now. We tease each other and confide in each other and in the end, when we're obliged to leave the room, we both know that as wonderful as this first time was, the next time will be even better.
