First Times

Summary: 'There's a first time for everything.' Puckleberry smut.
Words: 2030
Chapters: 1/1
Author: Eliephant
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, however much I wish I did.
A/N: This is my first story that involves smut, so please be nice.

He looked at her, she looked so peaceful lying on his bed in nothing but her blue lacy underwear, like a wet dream is how he'd describe her, because that's exactly what she was, and had been for years before they got together. But now, she was his wet dream, and everyone knew about it. He climbed onto the bed and put his arm around her, then smiled at how easily she slotted into the space, curled up against him like a kitten.

Training had run late that night, so he had a quick shower and went home, cursing Coach Tanaka for holding him back, it was their anniversary, and he was damned if anyone was going to stop what she had promised was happening tonight. He slid into his truck and raced it back to her house. It had to be her house; her dads were out of town again for some convention or other, leaving her alone. He found several reasons to harm her dads; they were never around, especially when she needed them most. His thoughts had lasted the journey to her house, so he leapt out of his truck and unlocked the door with the key she'd given him earlier that day. It was past 10, and he said he'd be home for 7. He silently cursed Tanaka again as he crept through the house and into her room. She was fast asleep on the bed, and he didn't have the heart to wake her. Her cuddling into his side did nothing for the hard on he had, it only made it worse, but he still pulled her in, and lay down, kissing her hair softly, before sighing and settling down for the evening.

He woke some hours later, it was still dark, but he knew that it was early morning. He wasn't sure what had woken him, but then he saw the bathroom light was on, and realised the space next to him was empty, but still warm. Standing up off the bed, he walked into the bathroom and sidled up behind her, putting his arms on her waist and spinning her so she was facing him. He silenced the small scream with a kiss, and then pulled away. She sighed, then went up on tip toes to press another kiss against his lips, before sliding back down and leaning her head against his chest, relaxing into him as he put his hands around her waist and pulled her closer, placing another soft kiss on her hair, before turning her so she was pinned against his side before they walked back into her room. She pulled away from him and went back to her bed, sliding onto it backwards, he thought that she had never looked so good, or so tempting. Lying back onto her pillows, she beckoned him forwards, his mouth was suddenly dry. He'd never felt this way about anyone before, how was it such a tiny girl could do this to him. His heart raced whenever he saw her, and he promised he would do anything for her. She was the one who had made him into a one women man. They'd been going out for two years, and he'd refrained from sex for the whole time, telling her he'd wait until she was fully ready. Now appeared to be the time she was ready.

He licked his lips and swallowed, trying to ease the dryness of his throat. He started to move forwards, and crawled up the bed until he was leaning over her, then, slowly, ever so slowly; he lowered his mouth to hers and started to gently kiss her. The kiss turned more passionate as she put her hands on his hair and pulled him closer to her, closer and closer until he lying directly on top of her, could feel the heat of her skin through his clothes. The passion turned to fire, he could feel it burning in his heart, moving down towards his cock, it was already half hard, and he rolled his hips, pushing it into her stomach, causing her to gasp, breaking the kiss and giving him a split second to clear his head, to really feel what was happening. To sense the feelings she was driving into him, straight to his heart. She pulled his head back down until their lips met once more, the senses rushing south until his cock was fully hard. straining against the sweat pants he was wearing, gently, he pulled away from her mouth, letting out a small chuckle when a sigh escaped her mouth, and he started to gently kiss his way down her neck, sliding the strap of her bra down over her shoulder, kissing every bit of skin he could possibly reach, before kissing his way across her collar bone before doing the same to her other bra strap and shoulder. He carefully rolled them so that she was on top of him, and reached his hands around her back so he could undo her bra, allowing it to fall forwards, then, as carefully as before, so that he didn't crush her petite body, he rolled them back, so he was on top again, he lifted his body slightly so he could slide the bra out from underneath himself and then, as sensually as before, started to kiss his way down towards her breasts, when he reached them he glanced up for a second, and then, seeing her eyes closed and her head arched back, he took one nipple into his mouth and started to suck, feeling it harden in his mouth. Releasing it, he placed a small kiss on it, before sliding his mouth across her skin to the other nipple, repeating the attentions until this one hardened like the other. He could see the goose-bumps on her skin, and felt the shiver that ran down her back, smiling, he lifted his head and placed a passion filled kiss on her lips, before resuming his journey south, towards the prize he had been so eager for since breakfast that morning, the moment she had told him what she was planning on giving him for their anniversary.

He reached the waistline of her lacy knickers, then, kissing his way across the top, he pulled them down kissing the skin that was shown until he reached the top of the dark brown triangle of hair protecting her innocence. He completely removed the knickers, then, avoiding the part of her body she was so desperately wanted him to touch, he moved down and started to place butterfly kissed on the inside of her thigh, starting at her knee and moving up, slowly, making her more and more wet, he again reached her core, and then moved onto the other leg, until, finally, he placed a gentle kiss on her centre. The sigh that escaped her was a needy one, so, with a small chuckle, he slid back up her body, placing another kiss on her lips, before standing up and pushing his sweat pants down his leg, leaving him standing in his white boxers, the tent in the front of them startlingly obvious. He sauntered back to the bed, and slid onto it, next to her, with his face hovering mere millimetres from hers he leant forwards slightly more and allowed his lips to brush against hers, feeling rather than hearing the gasp that escaped her as his hands started to move down her body, gently stroking down from her shoulders, past her breasts, to her waist and finally her hips, stopping and just kissing her, allowing her to just feel what his lips where doing to hers. He sensed her hands moving down towards his boxers, before he felt them tentatively push them down, past his cock to the top of his legs, being unable to reach any further, he shifted slightly so they went down to his feet, before he kicked them off, hearing the soft thump as they landed on the floor. She gasped much more audibly at the size of him, and he knew that some of the tremors running through her body were fear, because she was a virgin, and he wasn't exactly small. He heard her start to speak, and tuned in to what she was saying, laughing at the fact that, even in the haze of lust that surrounded them, she still managed to sound like she had swallowed a thesaurus.

"You are incredibly well endowed Noah," she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from his large member that was pulsing ever so slightly as he got closer and closer to the edge. Kissing her swollen lips again, he dipped his hand to her sex and started gently rubbing her clitoris, feeling her juices already flowing, so, gently, he slipped one finger inside her, feeling how wet for him she really was. Hearing her whimper, he slipped another finger in, slowly pumping into her, making her whimper more. He pulled his fingers out and she gasped at the loss of the feeling, it had felt so wonderful. He sat up slightly, placed a chaste kiss on her lips, and lined himself up with her opening, slowly, and ever so gently he pushed into her. The gasp was her most audible, and he halted his movement to allow her to adjust to his size. As she relaxed, and nodded her head almost imperceptibly he started to push into her again, just as slowly as before, until he was fully in her, then he stopped, again allowing her to adjust to his size.

"Rachel," he ground out, finding it increasingly more difficult to stay still, until, the tiniest sound escaped her lips, and he started to pull out, almost fully, until just the tip of his cock was left inside her pussy, then, quickly, he thrust back in, hearing her gasp again, he repeated the action, and a steady pace until, eventually, she was used to the sensations coursing through her, and she started to moan.

"Noah...please, please...more...please...don't stop...oh...Noah" the way the words sounded coming out of her innocent mouth almost made him shoot his load then and there, but her pulled out and thrust back in, quickening the speed of his thrusts to match the sounds coming out of her mouth.

"Rachel...oh, you're amazing...Rachel..."

"Noah...my God..." she gasped, cutting of his mumbling, the repetition of his name, the smirk that covered his face was one that, if she had truly noticed it, would have, on any normal day, have been wiped of very quickly, "...oh..."

"Come for me," he whispered into her ear, he was so close, but he knew that he wanted her to come first, that he needed to feel the spasmic tightening of her channel around his manhood. He reached his hand down and flicked her clit a few times, until she was mumbling his name and screaming as her world imploded around her, he thrust through her orgasm and straight into his, thrusting all the way through to maximise the pleasure they both felt, until, finally, they were fully spent, she just a jelly mess on the bed, his arms trembling as his orgasm ended, the effort required to hold him up was too much and he collapsed, rolling as he did so, so as not to land on her, she whimpered at the loss of contact she felt, and the feeling of him pulling out of her.

"I love you," she whispered as he pulled her to him so that her head was resting on his shoulder, he placed a kiss on her hair, then, turning her face towards him so he could place another kiss on her lips, then bent his head to whisper in her ear.

"I love you, more than you could ever know."

"Thank you," she said quietly as she fell asleep, worn out from the excitations of the evening. He pulled her close to him again, and let himself fall into a contented sleep, he had never felt better after sex, no, he mentally shook himself, this wasn't sex, this was making love, and it was the most amazing feeling.

A/N: This is a one shot, but, if people like it, I will make it into a story, so please review and tell me what you think, because I have a few ideas.