Passion Soaked Summer Night

The night was black velvet, pressing into my skin. A bead of sweat ran down my head, splashing off to the ground, as I walked. He was there, next to me. I sneaked a nervous glance at him.

We had been dating for 6 years, since middle school. Neither of us had ever been with anyone else. So it was only natural we moved to the next step in our relationship, right? I tried to console myself with that fact, as we walked towards my apartment. Knowing full well he wouldn't leave my room until morning.

The crickets serenaded us as we walked, fireflies lighting our path. I sighed. "Oh, it's so beautiful." He suddenly slid his arm around my waist, drawing me to him.

"Yes," he murmured, "But not as beautiful as you." I blushed. He liked to sweet talk me, entrance me with his language, his poetry. Not that I minded, of course. Many of my friend's boyfriends concentrated on things like being the best football player, and chugging the most beer at fraternity parties. Writing love songs and poems for their girlfriends definitely wasn't on their itineraries.

We reached my apartment complex, laughing and giggling up the steps. He gave me an impish grin.

"I'll race you up!" he yelled, as he leapt up the steps three-at-a time.

"What?!" I yelled, laughing. "You know I have high heels on!!!" I slipped them off, then chased him to the apartment. As I raced down the hallway towards him, I suddenly realized, crap, the janitor waxed the floor. I spun epic-ly for a second, then crashed into my boyfriend, who was waiting for me to open the door.

I saw stars for a second, and then, as I regained my senses, realized his arms were around me, pressing me into his chest. I breathed deeply, inhaling axe, sweat, and something else- him. I moaned softly as heat flooded me. He took the chance to silence me with his mouth. I wanted him, no, needed him, as his lips hungrily searched for mine.

"That was my nose. You missed." I giggled, when he paused.

"My bad." he murmured, voice husky with lust. His lips found his target, and we kissed. I felt my mind go blank. Nothing mattered anymore but this- his soft lips caressing mine.

I fumbled with turning the key in the lock. It was a little hard to open the apartment door in the middle of a make-out session, but I didn't want to stop. We banged into the table, and into the door before we made it to the bedroom. Still kissing, he tore off my blouse and threw it to the ground. Clothes were insignificant now, as I lifted his t-shirt over his head, and ran my hands all over his ebony chest. He gleamed black in the summer moonlight, unzipping my skirt, and stripping me of my panties and bra.

I lay before him, sweaty, breathless, and naked. Strangely enough, I wasn't scared. I was ready. No, more then ready.

"I'm a virgin," I reminded him, breathlessly.

"I know." he murmured, his eyes still drinking in my body, glistening silver in the watery light. "You're beautiful."

He softly caressed my breasts, then lowered his mouth on them, kissing, tonguing, arousing. I moaned loudly in pleasure. He stopped.

"Did I hurt you?" he whispered, tentatively. I shook my head no.

"Oh god, it was wonderful." I told him truthfully. Then I looked down at his pants. He was practically bursting out of his pants. I looked at him. "Now it's my turn." I unzipped his pants, and freed his cock, which was swollen with desire. I had only seen people in pornos doing this, and I was a little nervous. Still looking at him, I lowered my mouth over his dick, and licked him like a lollipop. I heard him gasp with arousal, so I guessed I was doing the right thing. Paying special attention to the head, I flicked my tongue back and forth. He groaned.

"Oh, god, I'm gonna come!"

I stopped.

"Not yet." I grinned mischievously. "You haven't fucked me yet." He groaned louder, with frustration, and then flipped me on my back, exposing my ass and virgin pussy to his hungry eyes. I was already wet- a mixture of sweat and sex spread all over my cunt. I watched, wide-eyed, as he began to rub lube all over me. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me as he fingered my love button. I began to breathe heavily. He inserted a finger easily into my hole.

"Oh my god, you're really wet." he murmured. He looked at me for approval. "Are you ready?"

I nodded my head frantically.

"Please fuck me!" I cried, excitedly.

He guided his big black cock to my entrance. I attempted to relax, remembering advice from a friend. I felt my body resist- and then suddenly give in, as we became one. He slid slowly into me, trying to allow my body to accommodate to his size.

"Are you ok?" he asked, anxiously, peering into my face. I noticed that I had blinked tears down my face. I smiled at him.

"I'm fine. These are tears of joy, from becoming a woman," I lied. He breathed a sigh of relief, then began to move inside of me. Slowly, the pain began to ebb away, replaced by pleasure. He began to move more frantically, and the room became thick with our sweat, sighs, and groans of pleasure. Suddenly, my mind seemed to go blank.

"Oh, god, I think I'm gonna come!" I yelled. He groaned.

"Me too!"

As he stroked the inside of me, faster and faster, suddenly the world seemed to explode, as I had my first ever orgasm. My body bucked wildly, and I felt him come at the same time, spurting his hot, sticky seed into me.

We lay there in the darkness, just breathing, sweat embalming both our bodies in the summer air, as I fell asleep in my love's arms.