My First Time

Anna’s POV

The door closed behind us, and the lock turned with a soft metallic click. He stepped closer, his hands trembling as if he were afraid of breaking me.

"Anna… you are so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re letting me do this."

His palms rested under my breasts, lifting them gently, while his thumbs brushed against my skin with infinite delicacy. A trembling breath escaped me. I swallowed hard.

"It’s my first time."

He held my gaze for a moment.

"Mine too."

His voice softened.

"Then we’ll go slowly. Very slowly. You set the pace."

He lifted me in his arms, carrying me like a princess to the bed, where he laid me down gently.

He leaned over and softly kissed the top of each breast. His lips lingered on my skin, sending shivers racing down my body. His tongue lightly brushed one nipple, then the other, until a sigh slipped from my lips.

He sucked gently, just enough to make my knees go weak.

"God, they’re perfect," he whispered against my skin. "So soft. So warm."

His hands slid down my flanks, tracing my waist and the curve of my stomach. He knelt before me and pressed soft kisses to my hips.

"You drive me crazy, every inch of your body."

I felt exposed, shy, but the gentleness of his touches, as if he considered me something precious, stirred a wave of heat between my legs.

He slipped his fingers into my panties and looked up at me.

"Can I take these off?"

"Yes," I breathed.

When they fell to the floor, he stayed on his knees in front of me, gently spreading my thighs. A deep sound escaped his throat, almost reverent.

"Look at you. You’re already so ready for me."

The tip of a finger brushed my skin, gently gathering the heat that had pooled there. He held me by the hips while his fingers explored me with caution, taking his time to make sure I was comfortable.

"You’re so sensitive," he murmured against my skin. "Tell me if it hurts."

"It feels good," I managed to say, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He continued slowly, finding the spot that took my breath away, before suddenly accelerating his movements and attacking it with renewed vigor.

"Anthony, I’m going to..."

"Let go," he whispered. "I've got you."

For a fleeting moment, my body trembled under the intensity of the moment, my breath breaking into small gasps. He stayed right close until I finally relaxed, then kissed my clitoris before standing up.

He quickly undressed, revealing his length, long and thick. His tip brushed against me as he settled between my legs, sending a shiver through me.

He leaned in, studying my face. This unfamiliar pressure drew a sigh from me. He positioned himself at my entrance, his breathing shallow.

"I’ll go slowly, baby."

"Don't stop," I whispered, my eyes already misting with tears.

He entered me, and I instantly felt full, overwhelmed by the sensation. I needed a moment to get used to it, my thighs trembling around his hips.

He froze for a second, giving me time to catch my breath. His forehead rested against mine.

"You okay? You’re incredible."

"Keep going," I breathed between breaths. "Please."

He kissed my neck, collarbone, and shoulders, keeping me pressed right against him. His movements remained gentle, and each motion made my heart beat faster. The heat of our bodies rose as I buried my face in his shoulder, letting myself be carried away by the moment.

"I love hearing you," he murmured against my skin. "Those little sighs... Fuck, Anna, you're perfect."

The sensation built up again. He held me firmly, maintaining a steady rhythm.

"Come on," he encouraged me gently. "I've got you."

I surrendered in a soft cry, my entire body trembling.

The second wave was more intense than the first. My back arched, my fingers gripping his shoulders. My vision blurred for a second, and I heard myself murmur his name like a prayer.

He joined me a few seconds later, holding me tight against him as he reached the peak of pleasure. A wave of heat washed over me.

His whole body trembled above mine, but he made sure not to crush me. Propped up on his forearms, he pressed kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips.

When he finally pulled out, I felt a strange emptiness. My body was still trembling from everything we had shared.

He locked his dark gaze into mine, then grabbed a tissue from his nightstand.

"Let me clean you up," he murmured.

He tended to me gently, without pressing too hard. After throwing the tissue away, he pulled me into his arms and tucked my head under his chin.

"Are you okay?" he asked again in a soft voice.

I nodded against his chest.

"Better than okay."

His fingers drew slow circles on my back.

"We can do it again later, if you want. Or not... I might not have had enough yet."

I smiled against his skin. He kissed the top of my head.

"We’ll always have time to make up for lost time."