Their First Time by Lena Lucas

5

Sunny

“Are you ready?”

I nodded, although a tiny voice in my head asked if I truly was. Of course I wanted this, had wanted this like a burning passion for years, but I was afraid things might get weird between us. Ivan had said I was his and only his—words I’d longed to hear, but was that just because of the heat of the moment?

Did he mean them?

But as I looked into his eyes, I knew the truth to my own question.

Yes. He means this with everything in him. I am his and his alone.

Ivan pressed his body fully against mine, and the feel of all hard muscle and sinew lining up with my soft curves had a soft moan leaving me. He was just so much bigger than me, so much deliciously larger that I felt fragile.

He went back to lavishing attention to my neck, licking and sucking, dragging his tongue up and down my throat until I was a puddled mess of need and want. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d touched himself… as he watched me, as if I were the only thing he needed to get off.

And on the heels of that thought, I couldn't get the image of how big he was.

Huge.

And when he kissed my mouth slowly and gently, working me to a fever pitch, I pushed all thoughts that didn’t have to do with right here and right now out of my head.

“My perfect Sunny,” he murmured against my lips, and I opened wider, letting him delve his tongue into my mouth.

“I need you, Ivan,” I whispered, all but begging. “I’m burning alive.” Beads of perspiration covered the valley between my breasts, and the feel of his cock was like a steel rod between us, pressing right where I needed him.

Framed by my pussy lips.

I could feel the pre-cum at the tip spread across my flesh as if he truly were marking me. God, I found that hot in a very animalistic way. All I could think about was our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together as he took my virginity and gave me his.

The way he pressed back and forth against me, his cock sliding between my slit and bumping against my clit had me gasping and on the verge of coming already. I might be a stranger to sex, but I’d touched myself—gotten off plenty of times with my own hands—with images of Ivan moving through my mind.

“Jesus. Yes,” he hissed out, and he went a little faster, pumping his cock against me without penetrating my body. He moved both of his hands behind me to grip my ass, squeezing the mound with his big fingers. “I could come just like this,” he groaned, rolling his hips forward and pulling them back. Over and over again until I was crying out.

“Please.” I was begging at his point. I didn’t even care and felt no shame in it. Right now, I just wanted to feel him pushing into me, stretching my pussy, and claiming every inch of me.

Even though I was unbelievably wet for him, I knew that it would be a tight fit when he finally pushed that huge cock into me.

“I’d ask if you’re ready for me, but I can feel how wet you are, how juicy that little pussy is for my cock.”

His dirty talk made me even wetter.

He kept one hand on my ass and moved the other between our bodies to grab hold of his cock and place it at my entrance. And as he stared into my eyes, I was lost in all things except one.

I was madly in love with this man, and he needed to know.

“I love you,” I whispered and cupped his cheek, and I watched this expression soften.

“Sunny,” he whispered. “My Sunny.” He leaned down and kissed me. “I love you too, so much it breaks my heart to even imagine you not in my life.”

“Kiss me,” I whispered. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling at the strands of his short hair, needing him as close as he could get. Our mouths pressed together, and we both groaned. The idea that I was about to have sex with the man I loved made me breathless. I was at the point I wanted him shoved so deep inside me nothing else mattered.

While we continued to kiss, he placed the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“Yes. Do it. Take me." God, I sounded so desperate. And then he was pushing into me slowly and easily, his body taut, his need for me evident as he tried to gather his control.

“I’m trying to go slowly, to be gentle,” he said and gritted his teeth.

Already, I felt the stretch and burn start to take root. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. “I’m okay,” I assured him. He thrust his hips forward another inch, burying more of his thick cock into me. Ivan groaned and closed his eyes.

“Sunny. You’re so tight.” He pushed another inch into me, and the burning and stretching sensation took hold even more. It was painful, but not enough that I wanted him to stop. I also knew this was to be expected.

“You feel so good.” In one swift move, he was buried fully inside me, and I gasped at the sudden action. “Jesus.”

He stayed still, giving me a moment to get accustomed to his length, to the foreign penetration I felt. His biceps slightly shook as he held himself above me, his eyes still closed, his jaw clenched tight.

I touched his cheek, and he opened his eyes. “I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

My heart melted at how caring he was and how he thought about me. Always.

I didn’t know how long passed, but he soon started moving in and out of me, his eyes gentle as he stared down at me. I knew he was making sure I was okay. I kept my hand cupped to his cheek, and soon that discomfort morphed into something more powerful and consuming.

Pleasurable.

I gasped and moaned when he pressed into me deep and ground his hips against me, pressing the root of his cock to my clit and driving my desire higher.

He started moving in and out of me, faster and harder, claiming every inch of me. I closed my eyes when it became too much to keep them open, and my pleasure was overtaking me.

“Now, Sunny. Look at me as I finally claim you, as I make love to you.” He leaned in close so our lips were an inch apart. "As I fuck you.”

I gasped at his dirty words and held him tight, staring into his eyes. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and the sound of the headboard banging on the wall would no doubt wake the whole house.

The sound of flesh slapping together was so erotic, so filthy, I could have climaxed from that alone. In fact, I was pretty sure little shocks of that pleasure had already claimed me.

Ivan pushed fully into me, stilled, and rolled his hips, causing a different kind of sensation to fill me, a kind that had these needy sounds coming from me, mewling noises that I was shocked came from me.

“Fuck.” He gritted my name out. “Yes. You’re so tight it’s almost painful.” Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low sound when he pulled out and then slammed into me especially hard.

“Ahhh,” I moaned.

He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud back and forth while he still tunneled in and out of me.

“Kotik,” he groaned. “Sunny, you’re mine,” he said so low, almost feral. Ivan slammed into me again and again, applying more pressure to my clit until I was crying out and all I could do was cling to him for support. “Say it,” he snarled, and he didn’t have to emphasize what he meant.

“I’m yours.” Those words spilled from me instantly, and they felt so right. So. Right.

Ivan thrust in and out of me like he was crazed and couldn’t get enough. His hips slapped against me, the wet, sloppy sounds of our fucking echoing in my ears. He was groaning so loud I had no doubt his roommates would hear if they hadn’t already. And I didn't even care.

When he slammed into me so hard I moved up an inch on the bed, I felt my orgasm coil tighter until I knew it was about to snap.

He groaned, saying coarse, harsh things, things in Russian that I didn’t understand but that I knew were obscene and filthy in the best way. “Now, baby. Give it to me now.”

And I came for him, just like that, just from his command. “Ivan,” I cried out and writhed under him.

“Fuck.” He thrust deep once, twice, and on the third time, he stilled, his huge body tense above me as he came and pumped all his seed into me. His orgasm went on and on, and I was mesmerized as I watched the ecstasy morph his face, making his expression even harsher. And then all I heard was his haggard breathing.

Long moments passed when he just breathed hard, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his big body blanketing mine. God, he felt so good against me.

After several long moments, he lifted slightly and looked down at me, this hazy, drugged expression on his face. “My kotik,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss me slowly, languidly. “Are you okay? I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?” The expression on his face was pained, as if the very thought that he’d hurt me, even inevitably because I had been a virgin, bothered him immensely.

“I’m okay.” I smiled and cupped his scruff-covered cheek. “I love you,” I whispered, feeling my love for him grow so much after this it was almost unbelievable.

He rolled off me but pulled me in close instantly. “I can’t stand the thought of hurting you,” he murmured against my temple, and I closed my eyes and snuggled in close. “I just love you so much.”

I rested my head on his chest, the light buzz from the alcohol long gone, and the only thing I felt was contentment that I was finally in the arms of the man I loved, and that he loved me too.