THIS IS SMUT. ROMANTIC SMUT.

Nick was glad he had read some of his aunts romance novels. The paperback ones filled with highly detailed love scenes. Most of those were about some hugely endowed guy taking a virgin, at least for the first sex scene.

The weird thing was, she had a lot of books by one author, about shape shifting immortal beings who search for centuries to find their one soul mate. These dudes only got one woman they could love, forever. Nick had thought that was a pretty raw deal, but, after meeting Adalind, he changed his mind.

He wanted to give her everything. Wanted to keep her, forever. For their first time, he wanted it to be as special for her as possible.

So he took his time. Brushed his lips over every inch of her skin. Ran his fingertips over her nipples, then gently pinching them, watching, listening, as she gasped and trembled.

He slipped one and between her legs, pushed in, and began to explore her most intimate area.

In the romance novels, there was talk of a little bud, when Nick found it, he made sure to give it lots of attention. First, he pressed down on it, then he pinched it between his fingers. Rubbing over it seemed to get the best reaction out of Adalind, so he continued to stroke the little bud with his thumb while he slipped a finger into her.

Nick concentrated on Adalind face, paying attention to her every reaction while his hand explored.

She was arching her back and moaning loudly. Neither her arms or her legs could be still and Nick had to press down on her abdomen with his free hand, to be able to continue his task.

When she cries out, she grabs ahold of his wrists, and Nick can feel her inner walls contract around his finger.

"Nick" she gasps his name. Eyes pleading with him to do more.

With shaking hands, he slips on a condom, positions himself between her legs, and, agonizingly slowly, begins to enter her.

She feels good. Really good. It takes all of Nick's self control not to explode right then. He wants this to last longer. Wants to enjoy every moment.

He moves slow, gradually increasing speed and depth. He positions himself, so his pubic bone can rub over her clit, believing that's the best way to make sure she feels as good as possible.

It works. Adalind is moaning and trembling again. Their holding on to each other, kissing sloppily. There no coordination. Noth with how lost in pleasure they both are.

Adalind's nails rake over Nick's back. Her heels press into his butt, pressing him deeper into her.

Then, he can't hold back anymore and crashes into that sweet abyss. Nick feels Adalind's walls contract around his dick and happily realizes she crashed right along with him.

For a moment, they stay like that, just holding one another with him inside of her. Kissing, stroking each other's faces. Reveling in the bliss they just shared.

When he feels composed enough, Nick withdraws, removes the condom and throws it away in a plastic grocery bag he brought.

He then goes back to her, wrapps her in his arms and the blanket around the both of them.

They'll rest there for a while longer, gather their strength, then head back to her aunt's house and the comfort of the bed in the room Adalind uses.

"Thank you for indulging me." She softly whispers to him.

"Of course. Anything for you." He whispers back. "I love you. And if you want to honor some traditions of your ancestors, I will happily do whatever you want. Especially when it benefits me so much." He grins, pulls her close and nibbles at her neck.

She giggles. "Good to know. But I think from now on, I want to make love in a bed, it's much softer."

Nick's fingers trail over her body. "Hmm. I agree." He slips his hand between her legs and smiles when he feels her growing damp. "How about we have our first time in a bed?"

Instead of saying anything, Adalind pulls him to her.

She's very glad her aunt had put a whole box of condoms in her bedside dresser drawer.