“Aw come on honey, it’s just a bit of fun,” he murmurs coming closer to me, and upon reaching me he takes me into his arms, kissing the top of my head.

“You know I don’t like it when you do that,” I murmur into his chest, pressing myself against his warm, comforting body. I can hear his heart beating evenly, and my fingers come up to stroke his chest slowly. His body tenses, and I look up at him, into his eyes to find him gazing down at me. I blush, the desire for him spreading through my body, causing a throb in the delicate place between my legs. We have been together for some time, but we both decided to wait for the right time to have sex for the first time. I can see it in his eyes, and he can see it in mine, now is that right time.

His head bends, bringing his soft, loving lips to meet mine to place a soft kiss on my lips, waiting, to see if I will respond to his act of love. My eyes close upon the touch of his lips, and I respond by kissing him a little harder than he kissed me. His arms come around my waist, at the same time that my arms go around my neck, pulling me firmly against him. A shiver of pleasure wracks my body, and he grins against my lips, pulling away, which causes me to utter a protest, before he sweeps me up into his strong, tanned, muscular arms. He carries me through the house, a sense of urgency in his stride, kissing me again as we make our way to the bedroom. In the hall he presses me against the wall, grinding himself against me and I moan, kissing down his neck and softly biting him at the base of his neck. He pulls me back to him, winding my legs around his waist, carrying me into the large bedroom, and over to the large, plushy dreamlike bed. He lowers me onto it gently, sitting me on the edge. His hand strokes my cheek, moving down my neck to where the buttons on my blouse start. He slowly, tantalizingly undoes my buttons, stroking every patch of skin the undone blouse reveals with featherlike touches. He removes my shirt completely before trailing his hands over my flat stomach to the button of my tight jeans, which he removes with a bit more haste then he did with my shirt. He leaves me sitting there in my lacy bra and underwear and he fluidly removes his own clothes, along with his underwear. He is a magnificent sight, muscled, toned and tanned. My gaze reaches his rather large penis, and I start to panic. I am sure he won’t fit in me. He laughs