Chain Reaction 3.1.25: The First

A/N: NSFW
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     "Are you sure about this?" she asks when I've unbuttoned her shirt enough to make it interesting. It didn't take me long to get her half-naked and sitting on my lap on the sofa.

     "Very, very sure." I ravenously kiss her lips before moving to her exposed chest. My hands rock her ass so that she moves against me in a very pleasant way. She moans and starts doing it on her own.

     She's getting more out of rocking against the hard bulge in my jeans than I am, but I'm getting so much out of just watching her. This is finally happening. I'm going to be with a woman. And she's sexy as plum.
     She starts crying out, really getting off on me. I press my hips up into her, and she comes. F--k that's hot.

     She pants, trying to kiss me at the same time. I start thinking about all the things I want to do to her, and there's no time like now.
     I shift us off the couch and onto the floor, and my hand goes between her legs. She lets out a little noise before guiding my hand. I'm a fast learner.

     My intent isn't to make her come again. Not yet. I want to explore. And not just with my hand.
     I stand us up, and she lets out a groan like she didn't want me to stop.

     Carefully, I turn us and sit her on the couch.

     I love this feeling like I'm in complete control over what's about to happen, but she suddenly gets nervous, guessing at what I want next.
     "But... you've never done this before."
     "That's right." I move her hand out of the way. "And I really want it."
     She wears a doubtful expression while I remove her panties, and I'm determined to prove that expression wrong.

     I admit; I'm clumsy at first, but I pay close attention to her reaction to everything I do. The louder the reaction, the more I do whatever it is... until the reaction isn't as strong. Then I change it up again until I'm plumbing the very depths of her with my tongue. Her voice gets higher and higher pitched, and I have to tightly hold her hips to make them stay still. The rest of her twists and curls, but I don't let up. Then she comes, and on some kind of instinct, I ride it, moaning in victory.
    While she pants, I finally remove some of my clothing. I'm tired of the couch. I want her on my bed, but she really looks out of it.

    So I end up carrying a very-naked Ivy into my bedroom.
    I lay her on the bed, and she comes around, stretching. "Mmm, Mike, are you sure you've never been with a woman?"
    I chuckle. "Nope. You're the first." I get every bit as naked as she.

     She gives me a look that almost makes me lose it. "Then come here and let's fix that. You're obviously not afraid of a little p--sy."

      I don't need encouragement, and I prove it to her with my fingers. "No, I'm not. In fact, I think I want another little snack."

     That surprised her. But as incredible as this is, other parts of my anatomy are screaming to join in the fun. So, with her still panting, I push myself into her.

     She cries out while I gasp. Oh! Oh, that's so good! It's so... slick, so... easy to move in. I don't waste time and start doing exactly that.

     I moan and lean into her. So this is what's so great about women. Well, this and breasts. It's incredible, and it's all I can do not to race to the finish line. I don't want it to end yet.
     "Oh, maker! Ivy! I don't want to come yet!"
     "Then stop." She instructs me to lie down on my back, and she gets on top of me.

     Just like on the couch earlier, she rides me, getting exactly what she wants. It's not as good as when I was on top, but she's right. I can last longer. Not that it's not good! I have to struggle with wanting to throw my head back and pant, but I also want to watch her. Her expressions are so hot. Just knowing I'm doing that to her is a thrill all its own.
     She starts bouncing, and I ball my hands into fists. It's good! And I love watching her breasts bounce. A lot. I had no idea how hard a turn-on that was! Plum! She starts getting noisy again, and when she comes into me, I can't take it anymore, and I find my own release.

     Panting, she collapses on me. "Mike. Oh, Mike. I'm sorry."
     "What?" I have zero idea what she's talking about. "What's wrong?" I reach up and caress her soft skin, and I kiss her shoulder.
     "You wanted it to last longer, and I thought I could make it happen."
     Is that all? THAT'S her problem? "Ivy..." I grunt as I move our bodies, lying down side-by-side on the mattress. "Don't think that. That was incredible."

     She continues. "It's just I feel like you're judging how it is with women based solely on this experience. It's a tall order."
     Plum. She is so be.au.ti.ful. I let out a happy sigh. "Then women are fantastically represented."
     "Really? But you wanted it to last longer."
     "Ivy, the way that was, I would have to have super powers to withstand that."
     She smiles, and it's lovely. "Really?"
     "Yes." I pause. "I take it you... weren't... a virgin." I highly doubt it, but what do I know?
     She swallows a giggle; I can tell. "No."
     Then I get curious, and my hand runs over her behind. "What about here?"
     She bites her lip and blushes crimson. It's a very arousing effect. "Y-yes. I am there."
     Oh baby. I whisper, "I would very much like to change that."
     Her breathing shakes. "N-now?"
     "As close to now as I can manage."
     Looking very unsure of herself, she agrees, and we get up and go to the bathroom. On the way, she comments that at least if a man is going to do this to her, it's one who's had it done to him. Sound logic.
    I instruct her to stand at the sink, and I get a fresh thing of lube and put some on my thumb.

     I'm already incredibly turned on. I whisper, "So nice." With a caress, I use my thumb to help get her ready. She makes a little surprised noise, but she doesn't protest.
     This is going to be difficult, and I do my best to remember back to my first time, how slowly he had to go. Slowly, Mike. I add more lube inside her, using my thumb. Then I do it again, pushing deeper. I don't want to hurt her, but holy plumbob do I want this. I add lube to myself and very gently begin, a little at a time, slowly moving.
     She closes her eyes, shaking.
     "Put every thought you have into relaxing," I tell her encouragingly. I'm hurting her; I know I am, but this isn't impossible if done correctly.
     She lets out a very long, shaky breath. "I'm trying."
     "You're doing great." Oh holy plums! I've never had anything so tight! She's not the only one shaking. It takes every ounce of self-control to keep it slow, and I throw my head back and take deep breaths.
     Finally, I'm fully inside her.

     "Oh, Ivy," I breathe. And I have the realization that for the first time, I'm the one with more knowledge than my lover. "You're doing so good."
     She's panting, and her eyes keep closing hard as she tries to deal with her reality. "I'm not... some little... princess... I can... do this... for you." She takes several more breaths while I gently stroke her back. "I want... this. I can... take it."
    A wild animal inside me wants to be released, but I hold it back. "Let me know if it's too much, and I'll slow down." I begin to rock in and out of her in a tiny amount, but enough to make my eyes want to roll to the back of my head. I can't help my moan.
     Ivy hasn't said anything, so I pick it up just a little. And it's so. good! Peeping my eyes open, I see her looking down at the sink with a very determined expression on her face. Oh, she's taking it so well. What would she do with more? I give her more, and our hips slowly push to the edge of the sink.

     My tempo and force increase, and she lets out a kind of wailing cry. But she doesn't tell me to stop. I don't want to stop, but I will if she needs me to. I don't want her to need me to. That wild animal starts coming out, and I'm crushing her hipbone against the edge of the sink with every little thrust. The old sink rocks on its foundation, not used to this kind of stress.
     I've never had it so good! Plum, Ivy is incredible! Since her hips are held in place by the sink, I reach up and squeeze her breasts, enjoying every bit of having a woman.
    Self-control starts slipping away from me like the pages of an unbound book in a strong wind. I hear myself grunting as I continue to force Ivy against the sink. She's let out a few more cries, but she has not told me to stop. So I don't.
    I'm yelling her name, trapped in the magical land of pleasure that one arrives in just before coming. Then it's over as I slam into her a few more times, finding the most blissful relief of my life.

    I carefully, as much as possible anyway, separate us, and I listen with guilt to her whimpering. "Ivy..." I want to comfort her. No way did she get any amount of pleasure in that. That was all for me just like on the couch was all for her.
    Then I turn her around and hold her shaking body in my arms. Her legs sometimes act like they don't want to hold her, but she manages anyway. With my help.

     "Are you okay?"
     "Yes," she answers immediately like a toddler would if she were lying.
     Somebody's stubborn. "Seriously."
     "I'm fine." Again, much too quickly.
     "Why didn't you stop me? I didn't want to hurt you, but I lost control. I kept expecting you to stop me or slow me down, and at the time, I wasn't too upset you didn't. But now I am."
     "I didn't want to stop you. I don't care if it hurt. I can handle pain. I wanted you to like it." She sees my dubious expression. Tears spring up in the corners of her eyes, unshed. "I want you to like me more than... him." There's a total seriousness in her face, determination. "I want you to enjoy it more than with him. I want to give you more pleasure than he could ever dream of giving you." Her face changes beet red.
     "Ivy, it's not a competition." I lightly kiss her then pull back to see the tears trail down her cheeks.
     "I know." Too quick.
     "Do you?" I reach up and wipe away a tear with my thumb.
     "Michael, just tell me you liked it."
     "I f--king loved it, Ivy, but don't you ever let me do that to you again, hurt you like that again. Understand?"
     She nods her head, and her guilt is felt tenfold in my chest. I didn't know I had that animal inside me. "I'm sorry," she says, quietly crying.
     "No. I'm sorry." I let out a sigh and hold her head, entwining my fingers into her lovely curls. Still, my lips quirk at her stubbornness just now. If I weren't so guilty and mad at myself, I'd find humor in it.
     I sigh again and close my eyes, holding her to me.
     She wanted me to like it. Of course I liked it, but I didn't need to like it at her expense. She was so needing me to like it that she took the pain. She was so desperate to be 'better than him.' Do I mean that much to her? My arms tighten, and I remember the tears she tried to hide when we spoke at the spa. She mentioned how what Darrin said hurt her. She wants to make triply-sure that I won't go back to him.
     She has nothing to worry about. I wish I could get that through to her.

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