The First Time 1/1
Junho/You.
"I'm sorry."
After you were suddenly pushed against the inside of the car door, he noticed your new positions and promptly apologized and backed off. Were the two of you rushing things? You wondered if your face was looking scared or anxious at the possibility of taking the next step in your relationship.
You had been kissing in the back of his car, soft and sweet in the quiet of the night. It began innocent enough, but you didn't have room in the front seat. Then it was too hot, so obviously, you had to remove your jackets. It wasn't your fault that his shirt followed soon after. Now you were in the balmy atmosphere that was the back seat and couldn't let go of each other. You'd been seeing each other for a while but wanted to keep things innocent. Well...somewhat. But What he was feeling at that moment was far from innocent.
He was hard.
The bated breaths coming from him weren't from lack of oxygen or the heat in the car, but a burgeoning heat from below. It swelled in his belly and wanted to take hold of him. All that kept him at bay was you.
"Don't be sorry. I want..." Your words are quiet and no more than a whisper, but you continue to speak.
"I want you to..."
You're suddenly shy, your head bowing low. Fortunately, for you and your brief bout of silence, you don't have to finish your words before he gets the idea. He is above you, but gently pulls your chin up and looks into your eyes to see if you're sure. Are you sure?
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He's kissing you again, just as tender, just as soft, before gliding back to watch you unbutton your shirt. Your fingers stumble and tremble, but he's there. His hands come up to hold yours for a moment, his forehead resting upon yours. His breaths are deep and he continues this steadiness until your breaths match...and your mouths touch again.
The insistency picks up and he helps remove your shirt. You push at his chest slightly and your lips disconnect...
"Wait..." You can't breathe, but try to stay calm, "do you have a condom?"
"Formalities," he chuckles and you look like you want to stop, "but I do, so don't worry."
It's game on from that point.
You both shift in the car, you in your skirt and bra, him in his jeans, until he is now on his back. You reach for his belt buckle and proceed to remove it. His jeans are unzipped, but you stop at his underwear. You're both staring at the obvious tent in his boxers. He pulls out a condom from a small pocket inside his jacket on the floor of the car.
"Help me put it on?" He knows what to do, but he wants you involved in this process. He wants you to become familiar with his body as he will become with yours. The package is ripped open and his boxers are pulled down. You reach out and touch him first. Not out of curiosity, but to get a hold of him and to see how he reacts. He's already hissing at your touch. It's the first of many amazing sounds that come out of his mouth that night.
The condom is slid on slowly, as your hands glide down his erection and squeeze gently at the base. His body becomes tense with every graze and slide of your hands and the latex. You keep stroking at him, feeling him harden even more under your ministrations. You feel so powerful in that moment. He was at your mercy and you knew this wouldn't be an act that only he could gain from.
Both of you are more than a little flustered by now and he's twitching slightly the moment he sees you raise yourself, ready to drop on him.
Your panties are already ruined by now. You've soaked them and just pull them aside in your haste. He doesn't want you to rush things and looks slightly worried, but you don't care. You love him, and you could face any pain that came at you as long as he was there.
I'll do this quickly, you think, I've felt myself before. This can't be too bad. You drop and you're in searing pain. He's euphoric, but hears your cries and puts his hands to your hips to remove you.
"Stop." Tears are prickling your eyes and you aren't moving as you try your hardest to adjust. Fuck it hurt so much, but still...you want that moment of bliss that comes after the first fall.
"Kiss me." He cradles your face and begins to move. You're gasping into his mouth, but after a few minutes, the pain starts to go and your body is tingling. Now every gasp that you illicit is one of pleasure.
"Oh...Junh-hooo..." His confidence is growing and he's going faster, his athleticism truly showing. You're grabbing the tops of the back and front seat and muscles are becoming sore, but tenderness between your legs is worth it. He was worth it. He looks at you again and pulls forward to hold you tight, you bending back in the process. He's moving into you and purging your soul. Never had you thought that you could find someone that was this wonderful, and now the physical bond was a new frontier that you had ventured into with him.
"I love you," he says, simply and truthfully. You hold him just as tight as he was holding you and kiss him deeply, the sweat now covering your faces mingled with quiet tears. He's coming and you begin to shiver from the pointedness of his final strokes.
He continues to make love to you in the dark of the car and you wake, after the night's exhaustion, to the first rays of sun peeking over the horizon. You felt dirty from the night and only find wet wipes nearby. As you reach for them, you look over your shoulder and find yourself nestled in the crook of his arms, his face serene and his body still. Actually, dirty wasn't the right word to describe how you felt.
You felt right. You were his now. And being his felt beautiful.
"I'm sorry."
After you were suddenly pushed against the inside of the car door, he noticed your new positions and promptly apologized and backed off. Were the two of you rushing things? You wondered if your face was looking scared or anxious at the possibility of taking the next step in your relationship.
You had been kissing in the back of his car, soft and sweet in the quiet of the night. It began innocent enough, but you didn't have room in the front seat. Then it was too hot, so obviously, you had to remove your jackets. It wasn't your fault that his shirt followed soon after. Now you were in the balmy atmosphere that was the back seat and couldn't let go of each other. You'd been seeing each other for a while but wanted to keep things innocent. Well...somewhat. But What he was feeling at that moment was far from innocent.
He was hard.
The bated breaths coming from him weren't from lack of oxygen or the heat in the car, but a burgeoning heat from below. It swelled in his belly and wanted to take hold of him. All that kept him at bay was you.
"Don't be sorry. I want..." Your words are quiet and no more than a whisper, but you continue to speak.
"I want you to..."
You're suddenly shy, your head bowing low. Fortunately, for you and your brief bout of silence, you don't have to finish your words before he gets the idea. He is above you, but gently pulls your chin up and looks into your eyes to see if you're sure. Are you sure?
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He's kissing you again, just as tender, just as soft, before gliding back to watch you unbutton your shirt. Your fingers stumble and tremble, but he's there. His hands come up to hold yours for a moment, his forehead resting upon yours. His breaths are deep and he continues this steadiness until your breaths match...and your mouths touch again.
The insistency picks up and he helps remove your shirt. You push at his chest slightly and your lips disconnect...
"Wait..." You can't breathe, but try to stay calm, "do you have a condom?"
"Formalities," he chuckles and you look like you want to stop, "but I do, so don't worry."
It's game on from that point.
You both shift in the car, you in your skirt and bra, him in his jeans, until he is now on his back. You reach for his belt buckle and proceed to remove it. His jeans are unzipped, but you stop at his underwear. You're both staring at the obvious tent in his boxers. He pulls out a condom from a small pocket inside his jacket on the floor of the car.
"Help me put it on?" He knows what to do, but he wants you involved in this process. He wants you to become familiar with his body as he will become with yours. The package is ripped open and his boxers are pulled down. You reach out and touch him first. Not out of curiosity, but to get a hold of him and to see how he reacts. He's already hissing at your touch. It's the first of many amazing sounds that come out of his mouth that night.
The condom is slid on slowly, as your hands glide down his erection and squeeze gently at the base. His body becomes tense with every graze and slide of your hands and the latex. You keep stroking at him, feeling him harden even more under your ministrations. You feel so powerful in that moment. He was at your mercy and you knew this wouldn't be an act that only he could gain from.
Both of you are more than a little flustered by now and he's twitching slightly the moment he sees you raise yourself, ready to drop on him.
Your panties are already ruined by now. You've soaked them and just pull them aside in your haste. He doesn't want you to rush things and looks slightly worried, but you don't care. You love him, and you could face any pain that came at you as long as he was there.
I'll do this quickly, you think, I've felt myself before. This can't be too bad. You drop and you're in searing pain. He's euphoric, but hears your cries and puts his hands to your hips to remove you.
"Stop." Tears are prickling your eyes and you aren't moving as you try your hardest to adjust. Fuck it hurt so much, but still...you want that moment of bliss that comes after the first fall.
"Kiss me." He cradles your face and begins to move. You're gasping into his mouth, but after a few minutes, the pain starts to go and your body is tingling. Now every gasp that you illicit is one of pleasure.
"Oh...Junh-hooo..." His confidence is growing and he's going faster, his athleticism truly showing. You're grabbing the tops of the back and front seat and muscles are becoming sore, but tenderness between your legs is worth it. He was worth it. He looks at you again and pulls forward to hold you tight, you bending back in the process. He's moving into you and purging your soul. Never had you thought that you could find someone that was this wonderful, and now the physical bond was a new frontier that you had ventured into with him.
"I love you," he says, simply and truthfully. You hold him just as tight as he was holding you and kiss him deeply, the sweat now covering your faces mingled with quiet tears. He's coming and you begin to shiver from the pointedness of his final strokes.
He continues to make love to you in the dark of the car and you wake, after the night's exhaustion, to the first rays of sun peeking over the horizon. You felt dirty from the night and only find wet wipes nearby. As you reach for them, you look over your shoulder and find yourself nestled in the crook of his arms, his face serene and his body still. Actually, dirty wasn't the right word to describe how you felt.
You felt right. You were his now. And being his felt beautiful.