Tonight is the night. I’m actually going to have sex. It’s been hanging over my head for years. All through high school I was gifted with no-holes-barred stories from my friends as to where they lost their virginity and who it was to. I heard about infamous bike sheds, parents’ bedrooms, wild parties and even public toilets. I never had a story to share though because I never quite took the plunge.
I dated a few guys but none of them really seemed like men I’d actually want to sleep with. I wanted a particular someone, I wasn’t sure who, but I figured that I’d know when he came into my life. And three months ago, he came into my life.
James Elliot is the son of my boss. We met at an office Christmas party and from there things moved pretty quickly. At twenty nine he is seven years older than me but I don’t really mind about that. He’s the perfect guy. He’s polite and sweet and he can always make me laugh. I’ve tried thinking of something bad about him that could stop him being ‘The One’ but there’s nothing. He really is the perfect guy.
We’ve talked about it. He knows he’ll be my first but that doesn’t bother him. We haven’t really planned a date and a time but tonight just seems perfect. I think we both realise it without really having to discuss it. One minute we’re making out on his cream sofa and now I’m following him down the hall and into his bedroom.
It’s huge. The floor-to-ceiling windows show a view of the sparkling night-time city below. There are a couple of canvases on the walls, the New York kind, with the yellow cabs against grey backgrounds.
He has a four-poster bed like the kind you only really see in historical dramas. The sheets are a beautiful pure white. I’m reminded of my own bed at home, with the pale pink duvet cover. This is so, so different.
I can feel my pulse racing. After so long, after so many potential chances, this is it. I’m actually going to have sex. The thought terrifies me. James is taking off his jacket, looking totally calm and collected. I wish I could feel the same way. His eyes meet mine and he smiles reassuringly at me as he pulls off his white shirt and lets it drop to the floor.
He’s dressed in only his black jeans and he looks beautiful. My eyes follow the lines of muscle across his torso and arms. If I were a man, I’d want to look exactly like him. His soft brown eyes look dark and so, so inviting.
“Do you want me to close the curtains?” He gestures at the windows.
“I don’t mind.”
He crosses the room towards me, walking slowly and confidently. I wish I had even just a fraction of his self-assurance. He stands right in front of me and I can smell the familiar scent of his favourite aftershave. I close my eyes for a second and savour the moment. I want him so much. I can feel my heart thumping inside my chest, and my whole body comes alive at his proximity. I want to touch his chest, reach out and feel it but I don’t have the confidence. I just gaze up at his beautiful face.
He reaches out and runs one finger down my cheek to my chin. I love his touch. It’s so gentle and perfect… exactly like him.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this day.” He confesses. “I can’t believe we’re actually here.”
He smiles at me, his dark eyes crinkling a little around the corners.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Kate.”
My stomach clenches inside me, and I feel a heat spreading through my body. How can he be so impossibly sexy? He begins undoing my soft blouse, his eyes trained on mine the entire time. The insecure side of me wants to stop him but I’m hypnotised by his dark gaze. He pushes the shirt back off over my small shoulders and tosses it somewhere behind me.
His eyes sweep deliberately across my body and then he’s kissing me, hard and searchingly. I let myself surrender to the feeling, my tongue dancing with his and he pulls me into his body, pressing me tightly against him. I hold onto his upper arms as his hand presses against my ass, pushing me against the erection in his pants. I feel so hot and needy, and so wanted.
He pushes me back towards the bed and then down onto the sheets. He breaks the kiss then, his brown eyes full of heat and he moves back down my body, his deft fingers undoing my jeans. He tugs them down gently, until my legs are free and I’m lying on his bed wearing nothing but my panties. I should feel vulnerable but I’ve never felt so coveted in my life. This beautiful, sexy man actually wants me.
He stands up for a moment to remove his own jeans, unzipping them and sliding them down at an easy pace. He catches me watching him and gives me a carefree grin that only adds to the desire rushing through my veins.
He pushes my legs apart and kneels between them, leaning down to trail kisses up my thigh. I fight to keep still, as he kisses up past my hipbone and further up towards my chest. His hand comes out and cups one of my breasts, his touch causing my nipple to harden under his watchful gaze. His mouth comes down and tugs ever so gently at one of my nipples, while he rolls the other between his forefinger and thumb.
“Oh my god…”
I never knew this could feel so good. His teeth close around my nipple for one delicious, painful second and then he switches sides, his warm mouth closing over the other and repeating the motion. I feel so wet and so desirous. His tongue flicks briefly across my nipple and then he pulls away, moving up to kiss me deeply, his hands in my hair, and his body pushing down on mine.
I feel his hand move furtively across my stomach and then he cups my pussy, his fingers pushing my panties aside so he can feel how wet I am. I moan as he strokes my clitoris and left my eyes drift close as I bask in the delicious sensation.
“You’re so wet,” James whispers and his finger pushes down and then it’s inside me. It feels so good. He pushes it in and out, in and out and his thumb rubs my clitoris, bringing me closer and closer to that release. Then all of a sudden he stops.
His fingers grip the waistband of my panties and he tugs them down my legs. He pulls his boxer shorts down and I barely have a moment to see his cock as he’s pushing my legs apart, kneeling between them.
“Are you ready?” He breathes, and his eyes are burning with excitement.
I feel the head of his erection right there at my entrance and then his eyes darken as he pushes into me, hard
“Oh!” I let out a soft cry at the initial sensation and feel myself throb around his cock
James pauses, “You okay?”
It feels like nothing I’ve ever known. He doesn’t move, letting me familiarise myself with the fullness and then he reaches up to push my hair out of my eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” He murmurs and I feel that delicious clenching deep inside me again.
He eases back slowly and then his eyes close as he slams into me for the second time. I bite back my moan, not wanting him to stop. I feel my body accepting him and he moves more quickly, pounding into me, until I feel my hips rise up to meet his at every thrust. He starts going faster, picking up speed and I moan as I try to keep up with his rhythm, his mouth dropping down to kiss me hard and sensually.
I moan into his mouth, as he tugs on my lip and then his hands are either side of my head as he supports himself. He slams in again and I feel my body clench a little as he fucks me hard and fast, his eyes gazing down at me the whole time. I didn’t know it was going to feel like this. It’s such a crazy sublime feeling, I feel so open but I can’t imagine anything better.
Me limbs stiffen and he slams into me again, hard and mercilessly, still keeping up the rhythm. I feel the heat crawl across my body and I look up into his burning brown eyes.
“You’re going to come,” he murmurs but he doesn’t stop his relentless pounding. My body feels so needy and then all of a sudden my orgasm rushes through me, taking me by surprise. I feel my pussy flood with fresh juices as I come, and it’s a powerful hedonistic feeling that leaves me weak but satiated. James slams into me one more time and then he comes, groaning as he releases inside me.
I lie there beneath him trying to control my breathing and he presses his forehead against mine, gazing deep into my eyes.
“That was amazing,” he whispers, “You okay?”
I smile at him, running my fingers through his hair. “I’m fine.”
He presses his lips to mine and I smile inwardly. I’m so glad I waited for this night because I really did end up finding the one.
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