When he drew back, I realized that he’d pulled down the zip of my dress. I felt a little tingle of nerves, but I also felt more certain of my decision. I really did want this, and I wanted it with Chase. He was about to pull my dress down, and a shiver escaped me. He noticed it immediately and stopped.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently.
“Yes,” I nodded. “It’s just that…”
“Yes?”
“I’m a little nervous,” I said. “It’s extremely vulnerable to be so…exposed in front of someone.”
Chance nodded thoughtfully. Then he took a step back as though I had told him I wanted space. I was about to reach out and pull him back to me when he removed his shirt in one smooth move. His body looked like it had been sculpted from stone. His chest was hard and firm, his abs were flat and deeply ridged, and his arms were perfectly toned.
Slowly and deliberately, he started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I waited breathlessly as he pushed down his pants. He kicked them away and stood before me, completely naked and completely vulnerable.
Except that there was nothing remotely vulnerable about him. His expression was fixed, proud, and confident. I had never been more attracted to a man in my entire life.
My eyes ravaged his body, taking in every contour and muscle until I reached his penis. It was long, beautifully shaped, and already semi-hard. I didn’t have experience, but even I could tell that he was a beautiful and impressive man.
He walked over to me and touched my bare shoulders. “Now you’re not the only one who’s vulnerable.”
I smiled. “You don’t look vulnerable to me.”
As I was talking, he pushed the dress off me, and I gasped a little as cool air rushed around my breasts. I moved my hands up instinctively to try and hide myself, but Chance took my hands and pulled them to my sides.
“You don’t have to hide,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”
I looked up at him and decided to focus on his eyes. They were soft and warm and such a brilliant summer hazel that I felt comforted and safe. I felt his hand on the small of my back as he pulled me towards him. Slowly, he teased my panties down until I was as naked as he was.
“Are you still scared?” he wanted to know.
“A little,” I admitted.
He came forward, forcing me to move backward until we had reached the bed. Then he held me tight and placed me gently on the covers. He stood over me, watching my body with an admiring gaze. After a moment, he knelt down between my legs and parted them slowly.
I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt his tongue between my legs. It was an unusual feeling that I tensed immediately, but his movements were slow, and his touch was gentle; after a few short minutes I found myself relaxing, despite the quiet thud of my heartbeat. Slowly, my body started to respond, and I realized that he had succeeded in arousing me. In fact, I started to feel moisture pool between my legs and the tingle I had felt at my fingertips started to spread to the rest of my body.
I had never felt such intense emotions before. It was like my body was had come alive all of a sudden, and I realized that this was my introduction to my own sexuality. I could feel the need and the want, but it was coursing through on a tide of desire. I had always thought of desire as a dull emotion plagued with longing. But now I realized it could also be a burst of heat that made you feel powerful, desperate, and satisfied all at the same time.
Slowly, Chance pushed himself upwards. He kissed the insides of my thighs, then my stomach, until he reached my breasts. He circled them slowly with one hand, letting his fingers linger on my nipples. I felt my back arch as my hands reached for him, hoping to draw him closer to me. There was an ache between my legs, and I knew I was aching for him.
I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to feel his chest pressed down against mine. I wanted to feel his tongue in my mouth. I gasped as I felt his tongue come down over my left nipple. He sucked gently until I was grabbing fistfuls of the bedspread, trying to control the scream rising to the surface.
After a few minutes, he moved further up until, finally, his lips found mine. I was so delirious with want that I practically slammed my lips into his. This kiss was not like the first one. There was nothing chaste or innocent about it. It was full throttle, it was brash and violent and urgent, and I could feel my lips on fire from the assault.
Still, he hadn’t entered me yet, and far from being nervous, I was actually impatient. He kissed me gently around the neck, however, as though he were waiting for a signal.
“I want you,” I whispered to him. My voice sounded like it was starved and desperate. “I want you now.”
“Are you sure you want me to be your first?” Chance asked.
His perfect face hung over mine, and I had never been so sure of anything in my life. “Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I’m sure.”
“Why?”
I could barely think straight, let alone frame a coherent answer, so I just said the first single truth that popped into my head. “You were my first kiss, and I don’t regret that.”
He pushed himself up on his hands and looked down at me with raised eyebrows and a shocked look on his face. “I was your first kiss?”
I nodded slowly.