Their First Time by Lena Lucas

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Sunny

Ididn’t know what woke me, but consciousness came to me slowly, and on the heels of it was the sensation that cocooned me was one of warmth and safety. I inhaled deeply, not moving, just absorbing the feeling of big, strong arms around my body and the scent of Ivan surrounding me.

When I opened my eyes, it took a second for my vision to adjust to the darkness, and I realized my head rested on Ivan’s chest, and the steady beat of his heart was right below my ear. I should move… I really should. But I didn’t want to.

And so I stayed where I was, tipped my head back, and looked into his face. His eyes were closed, his expression relaxed. The dark fall of his lashes were enough to make any woman jealous at their thickness. Without moving, I let my gaze travel along his body—well, what I could see anyway, given the fact we were pressed tightly together. I traced the lines of his tattoos that covered his arms. I felt arousal claim me as much as I wanted Ivan to mark me.

I let my gaze slowly lift back up his chest, along his muscular neck, and when I looked into his face, a gasp left me as I saw he watched me. Oh God. He’d seen me just staring at him… checking him out.

“Ivan. I-I…” I was at a loss for words as I stuttered. Oh my God. My face was burning up in embarrassment. He shifted slightly, moving a little bit closer to me, and my eyes widened even more.

And as he stayed silent, as I couldn’t look away, I realized I was still erotically, intimately pressed to his body… and that he was sporting something very big and very hard. The length was digging against my belly, and there was no denying that Ivan was packing.

I couldn’t think, let alone come up with something to say, not as our eyes were locked together. I felt everything in me come alive like I’d touched a live wire and felt the electricity singe me from the inside out.

“Ivan?” I whispered his name, a silent question about what was going on here. Because something was definitely going on.

“Kotik,” he groaned and closed his eyes.

My heart hiccupped.

“I’ve dreamed of this moment. Having you close. Your hands on me. The scent of you in my lungs.”

My pussy clenched hard, my clit tingled, I was so wet my panties were soaked, and I was slippery between my thighs. Something in me just clicked as I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I made a move on Ivan, he’d be all for it.

I knew he’d reciprocate.

He wanted me. A lot. That was evident.

And for the first time in my life, I said screw the nervousness and worries that things might get weird. Who the hell cared that this might be kind of wrong? It felt so good and right that I said fuck any issues that might arise.

And as his breathing started to change, to pick up, and his pupils dilated, I knew I could take this as far as I wanted, and Ivan would never deny me.

I threw caution to the wind as I felt strength move through me. I speared my hands in his short, dark hair, tugging at the strands, unable to stop myself from making these needy, aroused sounds. I couldn’t help it, didn’t even try to stop. I broke the kiss when his body tightened beneath my hands. I looked into his face, his wide eyes, and saw his surprise.

Shit. Had I totally read things wrong? “Ivan, I’m sorry—”

He groaned and slammed his mouth back down on mine, and I gasped, then moaned at how good it felt for him to take control.

For long moments, we just kissed. It was slow and lazy as if he had all the time in the world. And maybe that was the truth. Maybe we didn’t have to do anything tonight. But I knew I wanted to. I knew I wanted Ivan more than I’d ever wanted anything before.

I wanted tonight to be the night.

“I’ve—I’ve never done anything like this,” I said honestly, wanting to be up front and honest with him. I knew he was aware I hadn’t so much as been friendly with a guy since he came into my life… partly because I was in love with him, but also because he was very protective of me and kept guys back.

“I know, baby,” he said on a groan as if hearing that was the greatest thing he’d ever heard. “It’s only been you. Only ever you.”

I felt my eyes widen at what he implied. Was he truly saying he was a… virgin, too? I licked my lips, wanting to ask but feeling silly. He cupped my cheek and looked into my eyes with an intense expression on his face.

“You know what that means,” he said low, whisper-thin. “Don't you.” He didn’t phrase it like a question.

I nodded slowly.

“Say it.”

I couldn’t breathe, but it was the best kind of sensation. “You’re a virgin… like me.” My voice was so low I didn’t even know if he’d heard me, but the grunt followed by a groan was the only affirmation that he heard every word. Because a second later, he had his lips on mine and kissed me with so much desire I felt it in my marrow.

“Ivan.” I groaned his name and curled my fingers into the hardness of his shoulders, pulling him to me, telling him without words that I wanted him to come impossibly closer.

He took the hint, and a moment later, his upper body pushed me fully back on the bed. He covered me with his hardness, cupped the side of my face, and kissed me harder, with more possession.

I gasped, opening my mouth, and he plunged his tongue deep inside. With his tongue in my mouth, he fucked me in the way I wanted him to do between my thighs. I felt like the world fell away, and this one moment was only Ivan and me.

He pulled away suddenly, and I gaped at the feeling of loss. He stared down at me, and his expression had so much passion and hunger that I felt it.

“We don’t have to do anything more than this,” he said slowly and traced a finger along my jawline. “We can just kiss. I can just hold you.” He shifted beside me, his hard cock digging against my body. A fresh gush of wetness spilled from between my thighs. I was so wet, so ready for him.

I already knew what I wanted even though I stayed silent. And when he leaned in to kiss me gently, shifting his body as if he were going to move away, I held him tighter. “I want this. I want this,” I said against his lips. “Don’t leave.”

He groaned. “Never. I’m never leaving you.” He kissed me again and again, and for so long, we just made out, rubbing up against each other until my body was on fire. I was so primed and ready for Ivan, I couldn’t stand it anymore. The shirt was unbearable against my skin. My panties were damp and sticking to my pussy.

“Take this shirt off me,” I begged before I realized I’d actually said those words out loud.

He was leaning back, staring at me with these hooded eyes. His arousal was clear on his expression, but also in the way I felt his massive erection pressed against my hip.

He felt huge. So big I stupidly wondered if he’d even fit inside me. Of course, I knew realistically and logically he would. I also knew it would be a tight fit and probably wouldn’t feel the best at first.

God, what would it feel like to have him inside me?

“You sure?” he groaned. I nodded at the same time he moved back, and I sat up. He had the edge of my shirt—his shirt—in his hands a second later, and then before I knew it, the material was up and off my body and tossed aside.

He stared at my face for long seconds even though I only wore a pair of panties, and my pulse was pounding so hard. And then he did look down at my chest, and I held my breath.

“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned and ran a hand over his mouth, his eyes heavy-lidded, the pleasure coming off him so powerfully I knew it was as strong as mine. Maybe stronger.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice was deep and husky, and his accent seemed thicker. He lowered his gaze over my belly and was now staring at my panty-clad pussy. I knew what he wanted because it was what I wanted too.

Without saying a thing, I gripped the edge of my panties and started shimmying out of them. I was about to toss them aside when he reached out faster than I anticipated and snagged them from me. While holding my gaze with his, he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, never breaking eye contact. My mouth went slack as shocked lust slammed into me.

Oh my God. He’d actually done that.

The growl that left him sounded wholly animalistic.

“Lie back for me,” he whispered and reached over to set my panties on his bedside table. I did what he said, and as soon as my back was flush with the mattress, my head resting on the pillow, he smoothed his hands over my thighs. “Spread, kotik.” He lifted his gaze up my legs, over my breasts, and looked fully at my face.

My nipples felt so hard they ached, my pussy so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if the sheets were slightly damp beneath me already.

“Come on, baby. Let me see how pretty you are down here.” He kept moving his hands up and down my thighs in gentle caresses that told me he was just as fired up as I was.

I licked my lips and slowly, shyly spread my legs for Ivan. Even though I was so spread right now, Ivan stared at my face. I saw his nostrils flare as he inhaled deeply, and my chest tightened when he growled low.

“You smell fucking incredible.”

My throat felt so tight, my body on fire.

He lowered his gaze between my legs then, and I swore I saw how tense his body became. He slammed his hands on either side of my hips, as if he could barely hold himself up. “I need to touch you,” he groaned. Before I could beg him to, he had his hand placed between my legs, his fingers shaking. I held my breath when I felt the lightest touch of his digits to my soaked, sensitive pussy.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. “So hot. So fucking wet for me.” He opened his eyes, and the heat from him was like a blast from the sun. “Is this all for me?” I nodded slowly. “You’re this drenched just for me?”

“God, yes,” I moaned and closed my eyes when he slid his finger up my slit and circled my clit.

For long seconds, he stroked me gently, never enough to get me off, but building up my desire until I found myself grinding my pussy against his hand, needing more.

“Look at me,” he demanded on a grunt.

I opened my eyes and watched him lift his hand, his fingers glossy and wet. While holding my eyes with his, he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean, a harsh sound leaving him, one that told me he loved my flavor. He made sure that no drop of my pussy cream remained on his digits.

“So. Fucking. Delicious.” He placed his hand on the other side of my hip again and leaned in an inch so our faces were so close I could have risen up and kissed him. “I knew you’d taste that good. I just didn’t know how sweet you’d be.” His accent was so much thicker, almost too thick for me to understand him fully.

I found that sexy as hell.

He lowered his gaze to my mouth, and I thought he’d kiss me—hoped he would. I was a liquid mess for Ivan, so ready to feel him stretching me that I would have begged if I’d been able to find my voice.

“Touch me,” I begged.

He didn’t make me wait, thank God.

He cupped both breasts in his large hands, pushed them together, and pulled back to leaned down and lick at the stiff peaks. He did this over and over. I had my hands in his hair to keep him at the mounds. “Yes,” I whispered and tipped my head back as I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations.

“Does this feel good, Sunny?”

I moaned.

“Tell me. Tell me if I’m making you feel good.”

“Yes,” I moaned softly. The feel of his mouth on my breasts, alternating between the two, licking and sucking at my nipples, had me writhing under him.

I needed more.

“So good,” I whispered.

He grunted, and the vibration speared right to my clit.

“I want to do so much more.” His words were muffled against my flesh.

Good. Because I wanted to do so much more, too.