Twenty-Two
Saint
Idid the uncomfortable thing. I told the truth about my virginity. I want to be with Winter more than I want to breathe my next breath, but I don’t want to let her down with my inexperience.
Being honest and completely transparent is the best way to start things.
At first, she seems hesitant. She’s clearly weighing my words and deciding if I’m being truthful. Trust me, I have no desire to embarrass myself, so this took a lot of build-up for me to admit.
She sits up from where I left her before retrieving the condom and crawls toward where I’m sitting.
I wait for her to tell me this has been a mistake, for her to say, ‘Forget it.’ The rejection I was sure was coming now that I’ve shared my vulnerable side. But she doesn’t. Instead, she crawls to me, stopping when her knees bump mine.
No words leave Winter’s lips, but when they crash into mine, all the things she didn’t say are communicated. She hasn’t changed her mind. She isn’t disgusted by me now, so we’re doing this.
Plucking the condom from my lax hand, she struggles momentarily with it before bringing it to her mouth and using her teeth to rip the plastic wrapper open.
With the hand not holding the condom, she grabs my cock. Gently and tentatively, her hand grazes from the base to the tip. I can feel a slight tremor as she does it. Is she nervous, too? Maybe not for the same reasons, but for the fact that there’s no going back after this.
I thought she’d immediately slide the condom on me. Instead, she scoots her body back, leans forward, and runs her tongue along the bottom of my cock. The barely there touch results in an involuntary twitch, as well as a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip.
Her eyes dance in delight at how my body responds to the act.
She lowers toward me again, but instead of a lick, she puts me in her mouth, taking me to the back of her throat.
The warmth and suction lead to a deep groan I’ve never heard myself make, even when I’ve masturbated.
She works my hard length, taking it in and out of her mouth. It doesn’t take long before I feel on edge.
“Win,” I say, prepared to warn her, but she seems to know what I was going to say because she pulls back, releasing me with a pop.
I try my best not to pant, but I’m breathless.
We sit, watching each other in silence for a minute before she pulls me down onto the bed. As she lingers above me, she grabs me in one hand and rolls the condom on.
Winter straddles my hips, and with a nod of encouragement from me, sheaths me inside of her.
The instant I’m inside her, I know something inside me has changed forever. I’ve known for practically my whole life that I loved Winter Evergreen. But in this moment, I know I don’t just love her. I’m in love with her. Something I didn’t realize had a distinction before now.
“Win—” I say in a breathy voice as she lifts and drops, slowly riding me.
A moan leaves her as she speeds up. I know from now on that will be the sound replaying in my mind every night before bed.
Her teardrop breasts that tortured me anytime she wore a low-cut top are swinging and shaking each time she impales herself on me. Her perfect pink nipples are puckered. My mouth waters with want. I need to taste them, so I do.
I move us until my back rests against the headboard and bend my head low. I find one of those beautiful rosebuds with my mouth and rub the other with my fingers.
She seems to like the attention I pay to her breasts. When I suck and nibble on the peaks, she moans my name.
“Saint!”
She bounces faster against me, pure euphoria building in my body.
I already determined I won’t come until she does, but I need her to get there, or else I’d break that promise I made to myself.
Bringing my hand to her mouth, I whisper, “Suck,” as I push a finger to her lips. She obeys me without hesitation, and I can feel myself twitch inside her with the action.
Pulling my now-damp finger from her mouth, I bring it to her center and rub gently. She swipes that digit over her clit in a circle.
Her inner walls clench and flutter. She’s so close, and so am I.
“I need you to come, baby,” I barely grit the words out, trying to hold off the inevitable eruption.
Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as her eyes close, and she contracts over me. She’s there.
Removing my hand from her clit, I then grab both of her hips tightly and thrust up into her.
I know as I’m doing it that I’m probably grabbing too hard, pushing into her too roughly, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
Her breathing becomes frantic as she matches my intensity.
On a moan, she shouts my name, and I come apart, flooding the condom with my release.
I might not have had sex until now, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been curious. Nothing I have watched prepared me for how this felt. Resolved, I decide this will be the first of many.
Winter’s body slumps against mine as she collapses into postcoital bliss. I’m content to keep her here, impaled on my dick as long as possible, so I wrap my arms around her, holding her to me tightly.
Forever, that’s what I want with Winter. Nothing else will be enough.
A few minutes later—much too soon, in my opinion—she dismounts from my body and rises from the bed.
I want to pull her back, but I know it would probably lead to me confessing all my feelings, and I know she isn’t ready for that. It would only make things awkward to admit now with everything we just did. She needs more time before I speak those words.
Climbing from the bed, I remove the spent condom and toss it in the small trash can she keeps by the nightstand. As I climb back into my boxers, I watch her.
If I move too quickly, she’ll cut me off and retreat into herself.
Standing behind her, I kiss the side of her neck.
“Why don’t you take the first shower?” I suggest. “I’ll go down and get the breakfast started.”
Without arguing, she agrees and leaves the room.
Running my hand through my hair, I know I’ll have to woo her to the best of my abilities if I’m ever going to get Winter to fall for me.