Their First Time by Lena Lucas

6

Adria

Was this real? Was I dreaming? If it was the latter I never wanted to wake up.

Xander said nothing as he was braced on his knees between my spread thighs, his expression positively animalistic.

“What do you want again?”

Could he hear my heart racing? “You.” I licked my lips and braced my upper body on my forearms. “I want you.” I lowered my gaze on his crotch, where that massive length was all but tearing free from the denim. “I want that--”

“Inside of you,” he finished what I’d been unabashedly about to say.

I nodded and glanced up. “I’ve never done this before,” I whispered honestly. He deserved to know this was my first time. He didn’t move, didn’t even speak for long seconds. I thought he’d shut this down, maybe feeling it was too heavy for him. But he groaned and reached out, cupping my cheek, smoothing a thumb along my lips.

“So pure,” he groaned. “So mine.”

I shivered on that last part because it sounded like he truly meant it.

“No one will ever have you but me.” He looked into my eyes again, and a shocked gasp left me when he had his other hand between my legs, cupping my still soaked, sensitive pussy. “This is mine. You. Are. Mine.” His expression was fierce. “Say it, Adria. Feel it… believe it.”

God I did believe it, right down to my soul.

“I’m yours.” I’ve always been yours.

His harsh sound went through me, and then he was straightening and going for his jeans. I watched as he undid the button, pulled the zipper down, then started pushing the denim down his thick thighs. He took his boxers with them, shifted slightly to remove them, and then they landed on the floor by the bed with a heavy thud.

I knew my eyes were wide as saucers as I stared at what he sported. Calling it a third leg wasn’t that far off from the truth. He was long, thick, the head wider than the shaft, bulbous with pre-cum already dotting the tip. I was shocked that my mouth watered for a taste, for that clear fluid that was all male, all Xander, to coat my tongue.

“Let me see all of you, Adria.”

I didn’t even hesitate as I removed my bra, then went for my skirt and panties. I never once stopped looking at Xander.

He was kissing me as soon as I was naked, his flavor a mixture of himself and me, sweet and spicy, musky and addicting. And when he pulled back an inch, the look he gave me had my entire body tightening. It was possessive… territorial. He pulled back a little more and I couldn’t stop myself from looking at his massive cock again. My pussy clenched at the thought of him shoving all of that inside of me.

Xander grabbed himself and started stroking his dick from root to tip, slow and easy, lazy as he stared at me.

“You like what you see, Adria? You like watching me?”

“Yes,” I said instantly.

He growled and smiled, but it looked fierce. “This is all for you.” His chest rose and fell faster, and he groaned deeper. “This will only ever be for you.” Xander pressed his body right against mine, his bare cock sliding right against my slicked-up pussy. A gasp left me at the heat that came from him, and at the feeling of his pre-cum smearing along my overheated flesh.

This felt so good, and he wasn’t even inside of me yet.

He groaned. “God, Adria, I can smell how much you want me, how wet that little cunt of yours is.” He started slowly thrusting against me, letting me feel exactly how big he was. “You’re so ready for me, your body needing me inside, isn’t that right?”

“God, yes,” I moaned. I needed him like I’d never needed anything before.

He claimed my mouth, forcing me to take all of him. His flavor was sweet, but also slightly spicy. I made a small noise in the back of my throat, not able to stop myself, not even caring if I sounded like some kind of wounded animal.

But it was as if that sound that came from me had something in Xander snapping.

He moved his hand behind my head, grabbed a chunk of my hair, and forced my head back, my throat now arched, bared. I felt the hot, hard length of him press between my thighs as he continued to kiss me, as he continued to thrust against me. He fucked me without penetrating me.

I wanted to feel him stretching me, pushing into me and making this ache in me finally settle. I wanted him to make me feel full and sated.

Xander swirled his tongue around the inside of my mouth with a possessiveness that had my blood singing. It was like he took this from me because he could, because I was his and there was no denying it.

“You ready for me?” He murmured against my mouth.

“So ready,” I murmured my reply.

Without breaking the kiss, he reached between our bodies and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. Everything inside of me stilled, tensed, and I held my breath with anticipation.

He pulled back, looked down at my face, and the fierceness that covered his expression made me feel like he was barely hanging onto his control.

That made two of us.

“I’ve never needed something so badly,” I said, not sure why I’d decided to just lay it all bare at this exact moment. “I’ve never wanted a guy, Xander, never wanted to give my virginity to anyone but… you.” There, I’d said it, maybe not the truth on how deeply those words meant, but the truth nonetheless.

And then the tenderness I saw on his face had me relaxing. “I’m glad it’s me. I want it to always be me.” He kissed me softly, sweetly, with so much gentleness I couldn’t breathe.

And when he started pushing into me, feeding me his cock, taking my virginity until all I could do was hold onto him and experience this moment.

His body was so tight as he pushed inch after inch into my body; he filled me, stretched me, caused this ache and burn to encompass me. I’d never felt so consumed before. He was so big, splitting me in half, yet it was the best kind of pain I’d ever felt.

And when he was all the way in me, my back arched and my breasts thrust out on their own, as if I had no control of my body. I felt his tongue slide over a stiff peak, and I bit my lip as ecstasy slammed into me. He sucked the tip into his hot mouth, drawing on it, gently dragging his teeth along it. He started pulling out slowly, pushing in even slower.

He did this over and over again, sucking on my nipples as he gently fucked me, allowing me to get used to him.

He groaned above me and his pace started to increase. I felt his control slipping. The heavy weight of his balls pressed against my ass every time he thrust in deeply.

And then he bottomed out in me and never in my life had I felt so full.

“You doing okay?” He asked with such tenderness I could only nod and lick my lips. He was still breathing so hard, but the look of gentle catering on his face made me feel warm all over.

I grabbed onto his biceps and dug my nails into his firm flesh. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, and his big arms shook, as it was clear he was trying to control himself.

“God, I've wanted this so badly, Xander.”

He groaned again and closed his eyes. “Fuck, me too.” He exhaled before opening them again. “I should have told you sooner… told you how much I wanted you, how much you mean to me.”

“Be with me,” I whispered. “Just be with me now.” His jaw was clenched tightly and he started rocking in and out of me. But as the seconds passed his control slipped.

He pushed into me and pulled out, over and over, groaning with every thrust. I felt my inner muscles clench rhythmically around his girth. The sensation was slightly uncomfortable because I was sensitive, because he filled me so completely, but God I didn't want it any other way.

He moved in and out of me, sweat dripping down his temples from his exertion. With each passing second he picked up speed until he was slamming his dick into my body.

“Xander. Ahhh,” I cried out.

The sound of our wet skin slapping together filled the room, and made it so that was all I could hear.

“So fucking perfect.” He grabbed my waist and hauled me down so while he pushed into me I was being forced to sink down on his cock.

I cried out for how good it felt.

“Yes, Xander,” I found myself whispering.

He growled and held onto my hips in a bruising hold.

I could feel the heavy weight of his balls swinging against my body as he thrust in and out of me.

I opened my mouth in a silent cry.

He groaned and grunted, and my pleasure increased. And then he was holding my hips so tight that the pain had me gasping out, but also mixing with the pleasure. He buried himself deep inside of me only giving me a second before his thrusting became so fierce all I could do was hold on.

“God, Adria. Mine.” I could see how over the edge he was, how his control was gone.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “That’s so fucking it, baby.”

The orgasm claimed me. I was breathless, dizzy… flying high on euphoria. And when the tremors started to dissipate, and I breathed out, I felt him go over the edge.

His big body jerked above mine as he emptied himself deep inside me. I could only hold onto his biceps and watch as his beautiful features contorted from his pleasure.

“Fuckkkk,” he said that lone word long and hard as his orgasm seemed to last forever.

He made me feel liquid in all the right places.

When he was sated he collapsed on top of me, but rolled off a second later, his semi-hard cock slipping free from my pussy. I looked over and looked at his magnificent dick, the length and girth still so impressive even though he wasn’t fully hard, it was glossy from his seed and my cream, and I felt fire lick across me all over again.

Xander pulled me in close, and kissed me hard and possessively. I melted against him, needing more, so much more.

“I’d wanted this for a long fucking time,” he admitted, but I was too weak from the post-arousal to let that shock filter through me.

“Me too,” I admitted softly.

“I shouldn’t have waited so long. I should have made my move, made you mine.” He was quiet for long moments, but it was a comfortable stillness. “I meant what I said.”

I opened my eyes and shifted in his arms so I could look at him. “What you said?” We’d said a lot of things tonight, all of them good and perfect and making me want all the things that the future held.

He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead, a soft and sweet press of his lips to my skin that had me closing my eyes.

“That you’re mine. I meant that. So much.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. “Good because I don’t think I would have ever let you forget those words.” He chuckled and buried his face against my hair. “This is all kind of crazy and fast, isn’t it?”

He was silent for long seconds, and I could practically hear his mind working. “I’ve wanted you for so long that it feels like it’s taken forever to finally have you.” He smoothed his hand over the back of my head. “So no, I don’t think it’s crazy or fast. I think it’s about fucking time I had you in my arms.”

He cupped my cheek and just stared at my lips, this heavy-lidded expression covering his face. And when Xander leaned in slowly and kissed me, the flavor of me and him mixing together and moving over my taste buds, all I could do was tell myself this was real. This had happened. This wasn’t something I’d ever forget.

Because even though he’d said I was his… Xander was mine, as well.