u/rememberings22

It was my third date with a really, really good guy. I wasn’t used to those. I was used to guys who had put me down, been more interested in my body than \*me\*, or guys who just generally weren’t someone I clicked with.

But he…he was different. He made holding hands sexy. His love language was clearly touch because he never stopped touching me somehow; his hand around my waist as we walked, touching my leg gently as we sat next to each other, absentmindedly tracing patterns on my skin. All the time, and always in the sweetest way. We had effortless conversation.

At the end of our date, we were talking about music while sitting in his car after driving to his house. He asked me to show him some of the music that inspired me, but the auxiliary cord in his car had frayed (back in the day), so I pulled out my earbuds and we each put one in one ear. With these in, our faces were close together. It was impossible not to feel the chemistry and he slowly kissed me.

His hands found their way to my face and softly caressed my cheek with his thumb, and then they moved down and back to comb my hair with his fingers spread, resting along my scalp. The sensation of his hand on the back of my head, the softness of his lips, warmth of his tongue… mmmm. I still shiver thinking about it.

He pulled back for just a moment and I realized his earbud had fallen out. His nose was an inch from mine and he invited me inside.

Without talking, we walked inside and sat close on the couch, the tension still tantalizingly hanging in the air. I was looking around his cozy living room when I felt his thumb on my chin, drawing it to him. His lips melted into mine and I knew I was lost to him tonight.

Tender kisses turned into wet kisses, and turned into more passion. We breathed deeply into each other and his hands explored my bare shoulders, trailing down my arms to interlace his fingers with mine. He held them briefly, pulled back to read my face, and lead me down the hallway towards his room with a wink.

My stomach flitted with butterflies. Still holding my hand as we got closer to the bed, he turned towards me and wrapped his hands around my waist. I could feel him hard under his pants as he pulled my hips firmly against his own. I exhaled in his ear as his lips graced my neck. He kissed down one arm, then lifted it up over my head slowly. His other arm lifted my other hand, and he left them hanging in the air while he pulled my shirt over my head.

I felt so exposed standing there in my black lacy bra, slightly nervous. My hands instinctively moved to touch my chest, as though to hide my emotional vulnerability. His thumbs tugged my jeans down, watching me wiggle out of them and revealing my matching lacy underwear. He watched my face and smiled as I took my turn undressing him.

I stood, an inch away from his warm body, and my hands trailed up his sides to find his firm chest. His strong hands drew my hips against his own, closing the small gap between us for the briefest of moments before we moved onto his bed.

We laid together on our sides, looking at each other in the faintest of light coming through the mostly-closed window covering above his bed. He moved some hair that had fallen on my face as we laid down and drew my face to his, kissing the tip of my nose. Kissing my lips. Kissing my neck. Hands warm, covering my nipples with his palms. His cock hard against my thigh. We pulled each other’s underwear off as we kissed, giggling, and knowing this would be wonderful.

His fingers moved between my thighs and I opened my legs, allowing his fingers to find my wetness. I wrapped my hands around his hard cock, anticipating how he would feel inside me. As I moved my fingers to the tip of his dick, his fingers delved into me, a moan escaping from my lips. He smiled, loving the sound he knew he was just for him. I started stroking him as he fingered me, alternating between going deep and then swirling my clit with my wetness.

He mounted me and I wrapped my legs around his. Sitting upright, he lined his cock up with my pink pussy, and looked me straight in the eye. We both were savoring the first moment of penetration between two new lovers. With his tip just barely touching me, he leaned over me on both his forearms. He looked deeply into my eyes, stroking my cheek, while slowly pushing inside me. He slipped in so easily with how wet I was for him. I ran my fingers through his hair to pull him close to me, and we kissed with knowing smiles into each other.

He started slow, us both still glowing in that first moment of penetration, but our hips found harmony as we moved together. Deeper and faster, until thrusting became passionate pounding, and soft moans became louder and more desperate.

He sat up, still inside and thrusting, and his hands massaged my breasts. My fingers circled my clit with his cock pushing in and pulling out of me, and my orgasm came crashing over me. His thrusts slowed as my panting subsided, but he kept watching my face to see if he should continue or stop for a bit. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, inviting him to stay inside, and he gently and eagerly continued.

He was a skilled lover, knowing how to touch my body so that I’d tingle, with the right angle for his dick to hit my g-spot. We were both getting close to cumming together; the pulsing of my pussy on his cock moments before had gotten him so close, but he held back. Not wanting it to end, I mounted him sitting upright and grinded hard on him. Rocking my hips, I moved slow, but at a pace where we both were satisfied. His hand reached up to my bare breasts and traced down my stomach, where he gently pressed, signaling me to stop moving. My eyes had been closed in pleasure so I looked at him, and he was smiling. So much tenderness in his eyes. He simply said, “I want just a minute. I just be a part of you.”

I melted inside, it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me. Here he was, deep inside me, caught up in the moment of being one with a new lover, savoring the sensations.

I lowered myself so we were chest to chest, resting on him. His hands slid up and down my body, slowly exploring my soft skin, from my thighs and up to my shoulders. He kissed my neck while I nibbled on his ear. Then, looking into each other’s eyes, he began to rock my hips for me, setting the pace.

I sat back up, continuing to let him move my hips. I was on top, but he was in control. He reached one hand to my breast and rolled my nipple between a thumb and forefinger. The pleasure of it sent my head back. I leaned back with one arm behind me on his leg for leverage, my other hand on my free breast. I massaged and pinched my own nipple while he worked my clit. Slow grinding became faster thrusts, and I got lost in the moment of his cock deep inside and the sounds of our bodies together.

Another orgasm built in me, and wanting him to cum with me this time, I moved faster, leaning forward with my tits were in his face and the head of his cock hitting my still-throbbing walls. He grabbed both breasts, sucking hard on one while rolling the other nipple between his fingers. That was just what I didn’t know I needed, and my pussy began to clench around him. Feeling me get tighter on him, he said with the faintest grip of self-control, “can I cum inside you?” “God yes”, I panted. He moaned loud as he kissed up my neck, the sound sending vibrations through me. Suddenly, he cried out with ecstasy as his cum shot deep in my pussy. I felt his cock pump his seed into me and I came hard on him, collapsing on his heaving chest.

We were breathless. We were speechless. All we could muster were giggles of disbelief and slow, lazy kisses.

It was my third date with a really, really good guy. I wasn’t used to those. I was used to guys who had put me down, been more interested in my body than *me*, or guys who just generally weren’t someone I clicked with.

But he…he was different. He made holding hands sexy. His love language was clearly touch because he never stopped touching me somehow; his hand around my waist as we walked, touching my leg gently as we sat next to each other, absentmindedly tracing patterns on my skin. All the time, and always in the sweetest way. We had effortless conversation.

At the end of our date, we were talking about music while sitting in his car after driving to his house. He asked me to show him some of the music that inspired me, but the auxiliary cord in his car had frayed (back in the day), so I pulled out my earbuds and we each put one in one ear. With these in, our faces were close together. It was impossible not to feel the chemistry and he slowly kissed me.

His hands found their way to my face and softly caressed my cheek with his thumb, and then they moved down and back to comb my hair with his fingers spread, resting along my scalp. The sensation of his hand on the back of my head, the softness of his lips, warmth of his tongue… mmmm. I still shiver thinking about it.

He pulled back for just a moment and I realized his earbud had fallen out. His nose was an inch from mine and he invited me inside.

Without talking, we walked inside and sat close on the couch, the tension still tantalizingly hanging in the air. I was looking around his cozy living room when I felt his thumb on my chin, drawing it to him. His lips melted into mine and I knew I was lost to him tonight.

Tender kisses turned into wet kisses, and turned into more passion. We breathed deeply into each other and his hands explored my bare shoulders, trailing down my arms to interlace his fingers with mine. He held them briefly, pulled back to read my face, and lead me down the hallway towards his room with a wink.

My stomach flitted with butterflies. Still holding my hand as we got closer to the bed, he turned towards me and wrapped his hands around my waist. I could feel him hard under his pants as he pulled my hips firmly against his own. I exhaled in his ear as his lips graced my neck. He kissed down one arm, then lifted it up over my head slowly. His other arm lifted my other hand, and he left them hanging in the air while he pulled my shirt over my head.

I felt so exposed standing there in my black lacy bra, slightly nervous. My hands instinctively moved to touch my chest, as though to hide my emotional vulnerability. His thumbs tugged my jeans down, watching me wiggle out of them and revealing my matching lacy underwear. He watched my face and smiled as I took my turn undressing him.

I stood, an inch away from his warm body, and my hands trailed up his sides to find his firm chest. His strong hands drew my hips against his own, closing the small gap between us for the briefest of moments before we moved onto his bed.

We laid together on our sides, looking at each other in the faintest of light coming through the mostly-closed window covering above his bed. He moved some hair that had fallen on my face as we laid down and drew my face to his, kissing the tip of my nose. Kissing my lips. Kissing my neck. Hands warm, covering my nipples with his palms. His cock hard against my thigh. We pulled each other’s underwear off as we kissed, giggling, and knowing this would be wonderful.

His fingers moved between my thighs and I opened my legs, allowing his fingers to find my wetness. I wrapped my hands around his hard cock, anticipating how he would feel inside me. As I moved my fingers to the tip of his dick, his fingers delved into me, a moan escaping from my lips. He smiled, loving the sound he knew he was just for him. I started stroking him as he fingered me, alternating between going deep and then swirling my clit with my wetness.

He mounted me and I wrapped my legs around his. Sitting upright, he lined his cock up with my pink pussy, and looked me straight in the eye. We both were savoring the first moment of penetration between two new lovers. With his tip just barely touching me, he leaned over me on both his forearms. He looked deeply into my eyes, stroking my cheek, while slowly pushing inside me. He slipped in so easily with how wet I was for him. I ran my fingers through his hair to pull him close to me, and we kissed with knowing smiles into each other.

He started slow, us both still glowing in that first moment of penetration, but our hips found harmony as we moved together. Deeper and faster, until thrusting became passionate pounding, and soft moans became louder and more desperate.

He sat up, still inside and thrusting, and his hands massaged my breasts. My fingers circled my clit with his cock pushing in and pulling out of me, and my orgasm came crashing over me. His thrusts slowed as my panting subsided, but he kept watching my face to see if he should continue or stop for a bit. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, inviting him to stay inside, and he gently and eagerly continued.

He was a skilled lover, knowing how to touch my body so that I’d tingle, with the right angle for his dick to hit my g-spot. We were both getting close to cumming together; the pulsing of my pussy on his cock moments before had gotten him so close, but he held back. Not wanting it to end, I mounted him sitting upright and grinded hard on him. Rocking my hips, I moved slow, but at a pace where we both were satisfied. His hand reached up to my bare breasts and traced down my stomach, where he gently pressed, signaling me to stop moving. My eyes had been closed in pleasure so I looked at him, and he was smiling. So much tenderness in his eyes. He simply said, “I want just a minute. I just be a part of you.”

I melted inside, it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me. Here he was, deep inside me, caught up in the moment of being one with a new lover, savoring the sensations.

I lowered myself so we were chest to chest, resting on him. His hands slid up and down my body, slowly exploring my soft skin, from my thighs and up to my shoulders. He kissed my neck while I nibbled on his ear. Then, looking into each other’s eyes, he began to rock my hips for me, setting the pace.

I sat back up, continuing to let him move my hips. I was on top, but he was in control. He reached one hand to my breast and rolled my nipple between a thumb and forefinger. The pleasure of it sent my head back. I leaned back with one arm behind me on his leg for leverage, my other hand on my free breast. I massaged and pinched my own nipple while he worked my clit. Slow grinding became faster thrusts, and I got lost in the moment of his cock deep inside and the sounds of our bodies together.

Another orgasm built in me, and wanting him to cum with me this time, I moved faster, leaning forward with my tits were in his face and the head of his cock hitting my still-throbbing walls. He grabbed both breasts, sucking hard on one while rolling the other nipple between his fingers. That was just what I didn’t know I needed, and my pussy began to clench around him. Feeling me get tighter on him, he said with the faintest grip of self-control, “can I cum inside you?” “God yes”, I panted. He moaned loud as he kissed up my neck, the sound sending vibrations through me. Suddenly, he cried out with ecstasy as his cum shot deep in my pussy. I felt his cock pump his seed into me and I came hard on him, collapsing on his heaving chest.

We were breathless. We were speechless. All we could muster were giggles of disbelief and slow, lazy kisses.