Is this destiny?

"No... it's not broken..." Steve responded. His voice almost a whisper. "But it might be hurt. If you kiss it, it might get better." He lost his dignity as a man in front of her. Is there anything else for him to lose?

Bridgette looked at him in disbelief. "Do you really think I'm that naive? Even if I don't have any experience with that, I watch movies... I know what kissing it will do..." She saw him embarrassed and felt a bit guilty. 'Now he needs my support, not my scolding.' Bridgette looked around the room and saw two doors besides the entry one. "Which one is the bathroom?"

Steve pointed at one of the doors. Bridgette went inside, washed hands and came out with a warm wet towel. She wiped him off and kept the towel away.

He was on the bed, not moving... his head was lowered.

"Steve?" Bridgette climbed on the bed next to him. "Can you look at me? Please?"

Steve raised his head and looked her in the eyes. He didn't dare look at her body. He felt unworthy to even look at her. Steve is aware that Bridgette is only wearing panties, but even with that temptation, he forced himself to look her in the eyes.

"You know I like you, right?" She asked with an encouraging smile.

Steve gave a small nod.

"Do you like me?"

"Yes." His response came without hesitation.

"Then stop sulking and feeling sorry for yourself. Come here and kiss me." Bridgette commanded.

Small smile creeped onto Steve's face. He was happy that she is not judging him for his non-manly mishap. He closed in and pressed his lips on hers again. Bridgette wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on her while deepening the kiss. Their bodies stuck to each other. He lifted his head and looked at her face.

Bridgette's cheeks were red from excitement, or maybe from shyness. "How about we try again?", she whispered.

Steve showed her a wide smile and gave a small nod before he lowered his head and started kissing her from her neck down.

Steve knows that earlier he finished fast because of multiple things that came together at the same time: he likes Bridgette very much and finds her to be very attractive, he was very excited, the pressure was too much and that caused him to finish so fast. Now that he released some of the tension, he is confident that he will last longer. He is eager to show her that he can last longer.

Bridgette pulled his head up and gave him a deep kiss while guiding his hand inside her panties. "Here...", she whispered.

She moaned as his fingers explored her wet folds in a way she was never touched before.

Steve felt satisfaction when he saw Bridgette's body twist at his every touch. He felt like a conductor and she was his symphony.

Bridgette was not aware at what point did he remove her panties. She remembers his tongue, and him sucking on her juices... his strong arms holding her hips in place, and not slowing down even as her body trashed in spasms. She panted and screamed his name until she ran out of breath.

When he finally released her, Bridgette was gasping for air, and her vision was blurry. 'What on Earth was that?'

As she started breathing in enough oxygen, she heard Steve whisper in her ear, "Now we are even. Let's see who comes first next."

She blinked few times and saw Steve on his knees between her legs. He lustfully gazed at her body as he tore a condom wrapper with his teeth.

Bridgette remembered his length while holding him in his hand and panicked, 'I don't think it will fit!' She didn't have time to voice her panic. Steve got on top of her and kissed her passionately. She loves the feeling of his weight on top of her. She felt him teasing her, right between her folds. Every touch increased her desire to feel him deeper. She forgot about her fear related to his size. Bridgette felt that Steve is almost there, almost inside.

"Be gentle..." She whispered as she moved her hips upwards, welcoming him.

He slipped in effortlessly, and she heard him let out a low groan.

Bridgette expected pain, or some other discomfort. There was none. She only felt him fill her up, naturally, like he belonged there.

When Steve moved his hips, Bridgette felt him inch away from her. Her hips thrusted forward in objection, she wanted him back inside, all the way. As if he understood, he didn't move away, his hips started circular movements making her feel him getting deeper with every cycle.

Her legs wrapped around his waist while her hips responded to his movements. 'Oh, my God! I want him in me, all the time!' Her mind was screaming as her fingers clutched his back.

His face was buried in her hair, and she felt his hot breath on her neck. Bridgette reached for his head and lifted it. "I want to look at you." She panted. They didn't break eye contact as his hips increased pace.

...

Steve was holding Bridgette in his embrace and caressing her hair. "What do you want to do today?"

"I don't care." Bridgette said lazily. Her head was resting on his shoulder. "As long as I'm with you, I don't care about anything else." She held onto him tighter.

His lips stretched into a wide smile. "How about we stay here today?"

Bridgette liked the idea, "OK."

Steve closed in on her, giving her a long deep kiss while holding her in a tight embrace.