It was our first time together, and I could feel the anticipation surging through my veins like a wild, untamed river. Our bodies pressed against each other, every touch igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. Your fingers traced delicate patterns across my chest, sending shivers down to my core, while you whispered sweet nothings in my ear, driving me wild with desire.
We moved slowly, as if to savor every moment of this first encounter. My hands explored the soft curves of your body, feeling the heat radiating from your skin, making my own temperature rise. Your breath became ragged as we reached down, our fingers intertwining, guiding each other towards that place where pleasure and pain intersect.
Your hand found my throbbing member, already half-hard and eager for attention. You gripped it firmly yet gently, stroking up and down with a steady rhythm, eliciting groans of pleasure from both of us. Meanwhile, I explored the folds of your wet, inviting entrance, teasing you as we built towards a climax that promised to be earth-shattering.
As we continued our dance, our breaths became shallower and faster, each touch sending us spiraling deeper into our mutual passion. Your hand sped up its rhythmic strokes, and I felt your wetness growing slicker as you prepared for what was to come. Your nails dug into my back, leaving trails of fire that only fueled the flames consuming me.
With a final, agonizing pause, I plunged myself deep within you. The feeling of being filled was indescribable, but it was matched only by the ecstasy of your tightness gripping me from the inside out. You arched your back, moaning softly as I began to thrust, my hips meeting yours in a primal dance that echoed through the room.
Your body responded to each movement, every thrust eliciting cries of pleasure that made my own desire surge even higher. We moved together like two halves of a single whole, our bodies melding into one perfect entity. You bucked your hips, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm as we hurtled towards the edge of oblivion.
Your orgasm came first, shaking your body with waves of pleasure that echoed through me. I continued to pump, pushing you further and further into ecstasy until you begged for relief. I obliged, slowing down my thrusts and allowing your muscles to relax around me as we both caught our breath.
As the last remnants of your orgasm faded, I felt a new surge of desire coursing through me. I pulled out slowly, watching with satisfaction as your juices coated my member, a testament to our passion-filled encounter. You looked up at me, eyes heavy with lust and love, and I knew that this was only the beginning.
We lay there, spent but still connected by an unspoken bond forged in the fires of our first time together. The scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the air, a sweet reminder of the night's events. As we drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but feel that this was just the start of something truly special between us.