It was a moment frozen in my memory that could never be repeated, only remembered over and over. In the dim moonlight I could see him, his exposed chest. He tugged the covers lower exposing my almost naked body. His beautiful eyes framed in dark hair looked down at me. I could barely breathe. His eyes still on me as he let his hand drift down; lower, lower, tugging the covers down to my knees. He laid his hand lightly over my abdomen. Iroh was sitting by my side now, naked, leaning over me, looking, and drinking me in with every sense.

His thumb touched my navel, and drew his hands over the concave space between my hips. I let myself touch his arm, but that is all. He drew a line along the edge of my panties, and tugged them lower, until the dark hairs of my pussy began to peak out. He slid them lower, slowly, so slowly, tipping his fingers beneath my bottoms, those tight fitting bottoms gave way, the thin fabric let him; he could feel the soft hairs coarsening to my pubic hairs. Tugging my bottoms lower until my dark hair was exposed between my legs, as he ran his fingers through it.

I didn't move and held my eyes closed. I felt my legs opening slightly; I let out a sigh as he touched the rise of my pussy. He tugged my panties down and off my hips, I lifted my legs as he tugged them down around my ankles and off. He began to play softly with my pussy. I held my breath, not sure what I was expecting, but I felt a wave of pleasure rise from my feet up to my chest. He curled his fingers right between my legs, and held there just like that for a long time before he let his hand move again.

Iroh began to move his hand, to stroke my pussy back to front, back to front, so gentle over and over, my hips undulating rocking lightly beneath him. I could feel his soft touch stop at the entrance of my pussy. I was so wet; he let his finger dip right into me, all resistance gone. My inner pussy lips began to swell out and lay in folds. I was so aroused, rocking my hips around as he pressed into me, rubbing my reaching back, feeling his finger dip into me. And he let his hand reach back into me, feeling that space opening, and pressing his finger in, not far, just the tip of his middle finger pressing right into my vagina.

The tip of his cock was now at my opening, his cock was engorged, pulsing and aching. He pressed in between my legs, my mouth opened, "Ahhhhh, ahhhh." I stiffened at his intrusion, his hands on me. I opened my eyes, looking at him and my eyes liquid in the low light.

I lay there with my legs open, silent, breathing deep, my heart pounding. My hair lay spread out on the pillow, the heat between us, and our smell. My hips were reaching; I could feel myself move beneath him. I sucked in my breath as I did that. And then, he paused. He just held himself there a moment, his cock dipping into me. I could see he had a single moment of thinking this was too much. And willing himself, he let himself drift higher leaving my pink slit and back, back onto just my pussy mound, when I laid my hand right at my crotch holding the back of his hand.

With my eyes half open, I looked at him, "Keep doing that."

He looked at me questioningly.

I pressed my hand, and held him there. "It's OK," I said closing my eyes again, and then let go of his hand. He began to rub my pussy again with the tip of his cock, inserting himself into me. Occasionally letting his hand rise up over my front and back down again, finding my clit again, this little nubbin, its little hood felt on fire. I jumped when he touched me there, I formed a smile.

"Oh...fuck, yeah," I moaned. It surprised us both, I had never heard my voice sound like that; this low coo, such a female moan.

And I relaxed back into his bed he rubbed my clit, my hips rocking and turning around his finger, guiding him showing him in the silence where and how to touch me. I reached and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him, then lead him back to the opening of my pussy.

Iroh froze, and I cooed again, "Is this OK?"

He couldn't speak and just nodded, as we molded with one another. I had imagined my first time being quick, extremely painful and forgettable, but this was the complete opposite. Iroh took his cock in his hand again and placed it to my opening then slowly applied pressure. I squirmed under him and as much as I tried to hide it, Iroh could sense my discomfort and was about to stop when I took his face in my hands, looked him in the eyes and shook my head.

"Akemi, are you sure?" He asked and I nodded once more.

"Just give me a second," I whispered and took a few deep breaths. He waited for me, his cock still pressed against my tight opening.

"Ok, try again."

He nodded at me and resumed the pressure until about 2 inches of his cock was in me and we felt a barrier stop him. He leaned down, kissed my forehead lightly then said, "On the count of three." I nodded, a tear trickling from my eye down my temple.

"One...two," and even before the word left his mouth Iroh pressed in the rest of the way. Instead of screaming out, I groaned and moaned his name.

The slow rhythm of my hips followed perfectly the rhythm of his, undulating forward and back, my whole body was sliding and moving against him. We were pressing closer together, and he was quickening his strokes as I met his every move. At seventeen, I had never experienced any sensation similar to this, it felt like an outer body experience and I didn't want it to end. The sensation of his rock-hard cock pulsing through my pussy was almost too much to handle. We were both moving, moving ourselves to get it just right. Our moans and squeaks echoing in the vast bed room, the lights of the candle we had lit was casting a soft glow across the walls. I was so hot, he began to ride me harder. The bed was making some noise now, and he slowed again, holding himself deep inside; our eyes on each other.

Iroh was sliding in and out long and slow; I was holding his arms as he rode me, our hips pressing together. My head was thrown back and then I was pressing my hands down on his chest feeling his body rise and fall on me. He managed to grunt and I wrapped my legs around his body pulling him closer to me. He managed to get his hand between our bodies then pressed his thumb into my clit as he fucked me, feeling my body tighten.

"Ohhhhhh, Akemi," He panted out and I loved hearing him saying my name like that.

He pulled me tight against him so my clit was rocking along his shaft, faster and faster. He rode me until the bed rocked and our moans and cries filled the room. I was moaning and panting, I could tell I was so close to release.

"Faster," I managed to get out before I lost almost all ability to form coherent words. I began trembling.

"Akemi!" he groaned and held me close to him. My stomach was wet with sweat and he slid easily on me, as he pounded into me. He had his right hand cradled under my ass, almost holding me up in the air and I was lifting my legs up and out, as his left hand continued to rub my clit. He breathed out and growled. "Oh fuck!"

He gripped me so tightly, and then my body went rigid, trembling. I could feel the orgasm shudder through my body. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my body, the pleasure was so intense I almost forgot where I was for a split second. We were both panting, I could feel him cumming, ribbons of cum; wave after wave after wave.

He rolled to my side, still cumming facing each other, his hips bucking against me. I was panting so he stopped rubbing my clit as we both rode out our orgasms. Iroh then cradled my head in his hand, wiped the hair out of my eyes stroked my chin and kissed me deeply. I hugged him tight just then, laying down on him. Pressing my breasts into his chest, my hard nipples like balls of fire on his skin.

The agony of desire, and want had been building for weeks; now spent, our bodies had become utterly one, delicious, naked and disheveled. With eyes closed, he whispered, "Stay there, I want to feel you."

He held me tight, I was trembling. We laid like that a long while, I could hear him breathing, but he didn't move for the longest time. I lifted my head from his chest finally, blew the small candle light off, settled into the bed, and then whispered to him. "That was amazing."

"You can say that again," He said with a smile. Even then, I could see the small flush on his cheeks.

I slid my hands up his chest as I lowered herself back down flat against him and said, "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too," He said and we kissed. There was no rush or frenzy as we kissed, but there was a hunger, a longing that was slowly building in us again.

Even though we probably could have made love again, we were both exhausted. I turned my head, rested it on Iroh's chest and sighed contentedly.