The First One

"Gary," she moaned as he sucked and bit at her skin.

"Gary," she said again.

Gary raised up slightly to look her in the face. He didn't want to take advantage, to go too far. If this was where she needed him to stop then he would. What was important to him was her and what she wanted.

Simone smiled sweetly and gathered her hands to the neck of her shirt. With her fingers she began to unbutton her shirt.

Gary raised up a little more watching each button reveal more and more of her skin. Her black bra was simple. Not all lacey and fancy, but the way it held her breasts made his mouth water and his dick jump in his pants. When she was finished, he let his hand run from her neck down the center of her body. She was simply beautiful to him, her skin so enticing.

What she did next surprised him. Simone pulled up the front of her bra revealing perfectly firm, round breasts. Her nipples begged for his lips. Gary answered by letting the tip of his tongue lick a dark swollen nub while his other hand cupped and massaged the fullness of the other. He took it in his mouth and sucked its sweetness, hungrily. He let her feel his teeth lightly as he sucked and flicked his tongue. Then, he did the same to the other. He could have suckled at her breasts forever. But, he didn't want to leave her sore. He held both of them in his hands and familiarized himself with the weight and the curve as he kissed between them. Her perfume was light and intoxicating.

With his tongue, he left a damp trail down her torso. Having moved his body so that he was in the perfect position. He wanted to please her, let her know how much he wanted her. He wanted to taste her too. So, he looked up to search her face.

She said nothing, but smiled gently. Simone knew what he was asking without a word, even though she had never experienced it before. She reached down and began to undue her jeans. She lifted herself and slid both her jeans and underwear over her hips.

Gary had positioned himself so that he was raised up on his knees off the couch. He slid her jeans completely off. He removed the socks she had worn with her boots and laughed. They were neon orange. Her toes were so cute and painted a dark color. He shifted her so that she was almost sitting but pulled to the end as far as she could without falling off. His hands were on her thighs and spread her legs wide open. While between her legs he could see her manicured pussy, wet and sparkling in the light. He could fall in love with something so well formed. Her lips were just perfect and her clit looked divine. He pulled back her outer lips and marveled at the pink colored details just before he covered them with his lips and let his tongue dive as far as it could inside her. She tasted sweet and distinct. Yes, he could love this pussy like no other, he thought. He drew the flat of his tongue up to her clit and swirled it around its sensitive face—just enough. Then he dipped his head and sucked it into his mouth. His tongue moved side to side as he sucked her. She was so wet and he loved it. He used it to bathe her entire pussy before really attacking it and fucking her with two fingers.

Gary knew his way around a woman's body and he had Simone squirming, moving her hips into his mouth and moaning with pleasure. It did not take long for him to feel her body shudder. One leg lifted up off the floor and trembled. He continued to suck at her clit, feeling it pulsate with the same rhythm of her constricting passage around his fingers.

When he raised his head, his lips and the tip of his nose glistened. Simone laughed. What had just happened was greater than anything she could have ever provided for herself. For the first time ever, she came with a man. That was something she had only been able to experience with the help of her own hand.

He licked her one more time, making her moan and try to draw in her legs. Gary sat up and looked at her. Her lids were heavy and her lips swollen from his previous kisses. Her skin glowed like spun gold in the light. This had pleased her and he was happy. That's what he wanted, to make her happy. That was enough for him right now. He considered it a gift, a blessing that she had let him have her like that. He wanted to take his time with this. He wanted her trust along with her body. Possibly, maybe, he could have her love one day too.

"Fuck me," she said it, but Gary was not quite sure of what he was hearing. It sent a shock wave through his body to his already hard tool.

When she said it again, her eyes squeezed shut like an afraid child, Gary stood up. He was fully dressed. He had not even removed his shoes.

"You don't have to do this Simone," he said. "No strings. I just wanted to share that with you. It made both of us feel good."

She said nothing.

"Look at me," he demanded softly.

She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"You don't want me?" she whispered.

"Hell yeah," he assured her quickly, lowering himself on his hunches. 'I do want you so bad. But, we have time. I'm not going anywhere. I can wait on you. I can wait till you are ready. We don't have to do it like this."

"But I want you," she said. "I need it. It's been so long. I'm not asking you to make love to me, just..."

She sat up and put both hands on the sides of his face. She leaned in and kissed him. "Please Gary."

Gary pulled her hands away from his face and stood up.

Simone bowed her head and looked down at her empty hands. She sounded like a whore, a slut. She knew that was what he was thinking.

Gary slipped off his sweater and undershirt. He slipped out of his shoes without undoing them. Bent down and pulled off his socks. She lifted her head and watched as he undid his belt, then his buttoned fly. He pulled his jeans completely off and stood in front of her in his boxer briefs expectantly.

He took her hand and raised her to her feet and began to remove the rest of her clothes. Her body was better than he had imagined. Curvaceous and toned in just the right spots. He removed his shorts and his cock flopped up, almost hitting his torso.

Simone's heart skipped a beat. Maybe she was not ready for that. Oh my God, she thought. Maybe she was not ready for what she had been imagining. Dreaming about it and getting that inside her was two different things. This was reality.

Gary smiled.

Simone nervously smiled back.

He was not going to insist that they go to her bedroom, even though that's what he would have preferred. The fact is, he wanted to make love to her—not just fuck. He sat on the couch and encouraged her to come to him. Simone straddled his lap with him thick and ready between them.

He kissed her and then whispered in her ear, "Are you sure?"

She wrapped her arms around him and shook her head yes.

That was all Gary needed and he began to kiss her hungrily with her breasts in his hands. Simone responded by grinding against him. Her pussy was so ready.

"Fuck me," she whispered between kisses, while his lips wondered.

He pulled her head back with a hand full of her hair.

"Yes," she gasped. Something about him doing that made her want it even more.

"Say it again," he demanded, kissing at her neck.

"Gary, I want you to fuck me." There was such a feeling of freedom in hearing herself say those words. "Fuck me now."

Gary lifted her up and laid her lengthwise on the couch, never losing any contact. She pressed herself into him and rotated her hips. Pre-cum smeared on her stomach.

"Fuck me," she said into his lips as she wrapped her legs around him.

He did not think he could hear her say that enough. It was so hot.

Gary had to reach down and position himself. She was so warm and wet. He could not believe how wet she was. He was so ready, he felt like he could already erupt. He had to force himself in, but he did it gently with care.

"How long has it been?" His voice was thick and full of emotion.

"Real long,"

He knew she was not a virgin, but she was tight enough to be one and he drove deep inside of her slowly, more than conscious of his size.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No," she lied and hung on to him tighter.

"Hold on to me," he demanded. "Tighter."

And, she did, burying her face into his neck as he fit himself all the way in.

Gary shook his head in disbelief. "This feeling..." he said. He could hang on to this feeling forever.

He started sliding in and out of her, taking it easy and slow. He felt her relax in his hands and was relieved. He continued to fuck her picking up speed and then slowing it down, moving his hips in a way to add to her pleasure.

Simone was responding and moving her hips as well. He made sounds that let her know that he approved. She would come close and that familiar feeling she had come to love made her tremble, her leg shake. He would bring her so close and then deny her, playing with her. Then he started pumping her faster and hitting something that created a sound from the back of her throat each time. She placed her hands on his butt and spread out her fingers to grasp him, feeling the force of his effort. She cried out and he quickly covered her mouth, continuing to fuck her hard as she came. Her body's reaction made it impossible for him to hold back much longer. Damn, she was so tight. So perfect.

"Where do you want it," he strained.

Simone was too far gone to respond and his words confused her.

Gary rose up and pulled himself out just as he exploded ropes of hot cum across her belly. His grunt was somewhat of a growl that continued until the gush turned into a light spurt and then just dripped small drops onto her.

Simone was looking down their bodies in amazement. Never before had she actually witnessed a man emitting cum. She could feel it hot on her. Awkwardly, she slid her hand between them, swiped some and slowly brought it up to her mouth. It tasted even better than her dream. It was a part of him. She thought of how it was something from inside of him that was special and made them more than just friends. It was a part of him becoming a part of her. She sucked her finger.

Gary watched her with his own since of amazement. Fuck, she was so sexy.

Simone did not know why but she wanted him close. So, she pulled him to her. Gary was tired and collapsed onto her, feeling the wet stickiness of his cum spread between them. She kissed him deeply and then hugged him tight to her.

"I'm too heavy on you," Gary told her trying to pull up.

"I like the feel of you on top of me," she returned.

Gary relaxed and hoped she could breathe. The thought made him kind of laugh. They laughed together.

Later, somewhat dressed, they stretched out on the old couch. Simone just felt too good settling in his arms. Now she knew why sinning was worth it. Although it was past midnight, he did not want to leave and she did not want him to. He was satisfied with just holding her. Gary had sincerely meant everything he had said to Simone earlier. He'd take it slow because he wanted this to work, to have her completely.

"It's not very comfortable," she apologized.

"It's perfect," Gary told her.

Simone shook her head in agreement.

"Merry Christmas," she whispered, more to herself than him.