Chapter 14: My First Time (R18)

"I hope I picked your favorite color," she said after a long moment, releasing her grip on me. "You can look... ummm... just try not to stare."

The smell of shampoo wafted into my nose as I began to turn around. My heart hammered harder than I’d ever felt before. Is this really it? Panicking slightly I took in the sight. Damara had put on one of the red lacy dresses I had bought for her. The tight fabric showing off the curve of her body.

"Wow..." I managed, feeling a spike of pressure in my pants.

She lowered her arms and wrapped them behind her back, lowering down slightly. Her cleavage hung low. "Do you really like it?"

"You. Look. Incredible."

"Come upstairs so I can give you your surprise..."

"I guess dinner can wait," I said, my voice shaking.

She grabbed my hand, her earlier shyness replaced with joy as she grinned brightly, dragging me up the stairs.

She opened the door to her room and we entered. The room still smelled like fresh soap from Damara showering before she came down. The humidity made the air thicker, immediately it felt different.

Leading me to her bed, she eagerly tossed the giant bear off of it. After she placed herself in front of me, pushing me down onto the soft mattress. The comforter bloomed outward from the jolt.

"Agressive. I like it," I said with a fiery smirk.

She knelt on the bed on all fours as she slowly worked her way overtop of me. "I really like you Sam. I’d like to be your first in this new life you were given."

"Technically speaking you’re my first ever," I confessed, fighting off the nerves. "Like I said. No one where I came from was anything like you," I turned my head. "Most just bullied me growing up..."

"Well since it’s your first. We can take it slowly if you want–"

"No!" I almost yelled. "I’d be lying if I said this isn’t the exact spot I want to be in. Sexy woman hovering over me, clearly infatuated with me," I gave her a playful wink. "It’s truly an amazing surprise."

She took that as my sign to ’go for it’. Methodically she ran her hands down my chest and onto my crotch, grabbing my already hard cock. "Ohhh. It seems you are ready." Lifting the band on my boxers, she snuck a hand past the stretchy cage, placing it around my shaft.

I winced slightly. Her hand was cold at first but warmed almost instantly as she began to stroke from base to tip. Maintaining eye contact, she stroked me rhythmically. Watching my expressions and adjusting her speed.

"God that feels great Damara. Come here," I commanded, grabbing her by her thick butt.

Our lips met and the race was off. I fought to unbutton my shirt as she removed her top. Her breasts were shaped like wine glasses. Her areolas just a shade lighter than her skin surrounded her semi-perky nipples.

I broke the kiss. Lowering my body, I placed her left nipple in my mouth and began sucking on them. Throwing in the occasional nibble before moving to the other. Everytime I moved my tongue Damara’s body tensed up as she let out a pleasure moan.

She countered by launching herself toward my firm, veiny erection, now poking through the hole in my boxers. Our eyes met, her ruby eyes almost ablaze as she tilted her head to the side and moved her hair out of the way.

A wave of pleasure exploded inside of me as she placed my cock in her mouth, circling the head with her tongue. Each rotation she made caused my body to squirm. She lowered herself sensuously, taking even more of me into her throat. Coming up she let out a loud sucking noise, slobber all over her face.

I may be a virgin but I’ve seen movies before. Needing to give myself a second to cool off, I stood up and shoved Damara onto the bed. I laid in between her legs, grabbing each of her thighs and lifting them out of the way. Beneath my prize sat looking at me.

Bright pink and soaking wet with a small tuft of black hair above it. I began my assault with my tongue. Rounding her lips before moving to her clit. I tongued and nibbled harder than I had on her nipples. She thrashed, grabbing at my head, squeezing my hair as she moaned louder and louder.

Her moans were a symphony, each one higher than the last as I worked her clit. Her thighs clamped around my head, fingers digging into my scalp, holding me right where she needed me. I could feel her body tensing. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot.

"Sam! Oh, gods, Sam, don’t stop!" she cried out, her voice ragged. "Holy fuck!"

I doubled down, sucking her clit even harder while pumping my fingers in and out. Her whole body went rigid, a choked gasp escaping her lips before she shattered. A wave of her wetness coated my hand as she came, her thighs trembling. Even then I didn’t let up, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed onto the bed, a panting, whimpering mess.

I kissed my way back up her body, leaving a trail of her wetness on her stomach. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving. When I reached her lips, she kissed me back with a fierce hunger, tasting herself on my tongue.

"Now it’s your turn," she breathed, her hands pushing at my shoulders.

I let her roll me over. She straddled my hips. The red lace was gone. She looked like a goddess, her skin flushed and glowing in the moonlight, her ram horns seeming to pulse with a faint violet light. She grabbed my cock, lining me up with her entrance.

"Are you ready?" she whispered, her ruby eyes burning into mine.

I could only nod, my throat too tight to speak.

She sank down slowly, inch by inch. The feeling was indescribable. Hot, tight, and unbelievably wet. A guttural groan tore from my chest as she took me all the way in, her ass resting against my thighs. She stayed there for a moment, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Then she began to move.

She started with a slow, grinding rhythm, her hips rolling in a way that made my eyes roll back. Every movement sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I reached up, cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. She leaned into my touch, her movements becoming faster, more urgent.

"Fuck, Damara," I gasped, my hands gripping her hips. "You feel so good."

"You too," she moaned, her nails digging into my chest. "So much better than I imagined."

The bed creaked in time with our frantic rhythm, the sound mixing with our moans and the slap of skin on skin. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, a familiar heat telling me I was close.

"I’m... I’m gonna come," I warned, my voice strained.

"Me too," she gasped, her movements becoming erratic. "Come with me, Sam. Fill me up."

That was all it took. With a loud groan, I exploded, my vision going white as I pumped her full of my cum. The feeling of me coming inside her sent her over the edge again. She cried out my name, her body convulsing as her own orgasm washed over her.

She collapsed onto my chest, her body limp and spent. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight as we both struggled to catch our breath. The room was silent except for our ragged breathing and the pounding of our hearts.

After a long moment, she lifted her head, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face. "So," she whispered, tracing a finger on my chest. "How was your first time?"

I kissed her forehead, my heart swelling with an emotion I couldn’t name. "Perfect," I said, and I meant it. "Absolutely perfect–" My words were interrupted by a bright light.

Around Damara’s neck something glowed so bright it whited my vision out.