Send Us Your Smut - First Time by Cee
First Time - by Cee
Her hands push against my skin with urgency. Literal months worth of pent up lust and want and need are under each of her fingertips as she presses a hand into the back of my thigh and hitches my leg up around her hip. Her lips push against mine and then the sensation is gone and her lips are against my jaw, neck, and just below my earlobe. I let out a moan and a small, deep, throat sound comes from her as if she’s just figured out the key to unlock my moans. My own hand pushes the material of her shirt up, and quickly I find her nipple and, gently and a little rushed, I brush my thumb across it. Her moan is soft. I break away from her. “I need this off of you now.” I say as my hand leaves her breast and tugs at the material of her shirt. I look into her deep, beautiful brown eyes and crash my lips against hers. I want her undressed but I also can’t stop kissing her or touching her, a moment away from her feels like too long. She laughs into the kiss and pulls away just slightly, “I thought you wanted my shirt off.”
I nod, “I do.”
“You’re not going to be able to get it off if you keep doing that.” She says, her voice tinted with amusement.
I groan and kiss her again, “fine.” My voice sounds like a child’s voice who is told that if they want their food they have to clean up their toys.
She and I part for a moment and I watch as she peels her shirt off over her head, my hands out as if I can help her when she’s already completed the task. She looks at me, the light from the street lamp outside her bedroom window is hitting her beautiful skin and I find myself wanting to lick where the light touches. I stare at her. My gaze drifting over her breasts, I can still feel her nipple under my thumb’s skin as if my body has already begun to memorize her. She looks at me and laughs, “What?” She asks.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so beautiful.” I answer in a low whispered tone. I’m not entirely sure my full voice could come out at this moment. It’s late but that isn’t the reason. She’s the reason. The way she’s looking at me. The way she looks sitting up in her bed.
I quickly peel off my own shirt and crash into her, my lips finally touching her skin. I part my lips and lick, sweet and salty hits my tongue and I want more. More. My hand slips down her sternum and slides over to her breast. My fingers trace down to her nipple as my lips catch the nape of her neck. I kiss the spot hard as my fingers slide over her nipple until it’s hard under them. She moans, a sweet and beautiful sound under me. I find myself smiling into the kiss and I kiss down her body, following the trail my hand travelled. My lips slip around her nipple and I moan against her as my tongue flicks against her hard nipple. My hand pushes against her other breast and I give it attention with my lips before I’m slowly travelling down her body. She pulls my head up and kisses my lips hard. Her hand moves down my body until it’s under my leggings and between my legs. She smiles into the kiss as she pushes against my clit, still hidden by my underwear. I let out a small moan into her mouth and it seems to urge her further. She kisses harder as her fingers slide against the cloth and my body. I want to give her the same pleasure and so, I quickly move my hand down her body and push against the little shorts she’s wearing. Her moan matches mine. I push the loose material aside and feel her wetness under my fingertips. I moan at the feel of her and, as I slowly slip my finger into her, she does the same to me. Our mouths part and we both quickly inhale. I look at her, her eyes closed and her face soft with pleasure. I never want that look to disappear. Slowly I slip my finger out of her and then add a second finger as I slip back in. She moans louder, her neck arching and her head pushing against the pillow. I want to give her more of that, and just before I can think about kissing her neck she finds my spot and I let out a loud groan. The surge of pleasure pushes itself through my body and up into my chest. My fingers falter in her for a moment before I’m moving faster, our paces matching. I find her lips again with my own as the sounds of our fingers moving in and out of each other fill the space around us. I am addicted. I come quickly around her and I move my mouth away from hers for a moment, our gaze connects as her mouth falls open at the sensation of my orgasm around her fingers. I’m back within a few moments, my own orgasm pushing through my body. I pick up my pace and her still wet hand moves over her clit and begins to move. We work together. Her orgasm crashes around my fingers, her walls tightening, as she swears loudly “FUCK!” Her fingers, once working on her clit, are now wrapped around my wrist and she holds me there for a moment as I kiss her neck gently. Her orgasm seems to last minutes until she’s laughing a little and kissing me.
“Fuck.” I say gently.
“Yeah.”