"The bed would be a much suitable place for what I want to do to you next.."

I almost couldn't recognize the tone he was using now, very much rougher and significantly lower than ever. I waited with bated breath at the edge of the bed where he was looking at me with his mischievous grin. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I held and all thoughts were lost as he began straddling me, dividing his weight between his knees and on my laps. He started peppering feather-like kisses onto my nose, my cheeks and then a particularly sensitive spot under my ears that never fail to make me hum in contentment.

His fingers were now roaming over my body like he was trailing the path on a treasure map, looking for the spot that marked 'X'. The soothing and mildly ticklish touches were proven to heighten the excitement within my body as they turn my nerves into live wires. His kisses started to get more frantic, giving me open mouth kisses and licking my skin as he pushed me down towards the bed, imitating my action earlier as he trailed his wet tongue to my nipples. I had to remind myself to keep my eyes open and watch as he surround my left nipple with his swollen lips, alternating between nipping it with his blunt teeth and soothing it with his flat tongue. Once in a while he would cover a bigger area of skin around my nipple and giving it a hard suck before releasing it with a pop. I understood now when one say it was extremely thrilling to watch your lover in action. The visuals matched with the sensations they provide gave new meaning to the word 'erotic'.

I was thoroughly relaxed and enjoying the feeling that he was generously giving me until I felt him going further down, deliberately avoiding my painful length to place my feet onto the mattress, my legs bending at my knees. He once again had me guessing what scene was playing in his little dirty mind and soon I felt my anxiousness returned in full force as I realized what he wanted to do. I snapped my head up to look at him again, his eyes conveying his inquest, silently asking me if I felt comfortable to proceed.

I thought about all the pleasures that he had brought me since I stepped into the shower. He never once made me feel flawed and unworthy, only the opposite as all of his actions showed me he had admired and worshipped my body. I knew that I will have no worry to submit my whole being to him for his enjoyment and my own. I trust him with my life. My mind and my body was ready.

I nodded confidently at him, urging for him to continue but his sudden change of expression gave me a mixed emotion of anxiousness and eagerness, not knowing which I liked more. When I was still trying to sort them out, I felt his slim finger began to trail down to my exposed entrance and circling them nearer to the tight muscle.

"So beautiful..." He whispered as he pressed his wet thumb directly onto the rim to give his word a more significant meaning. I darted my eyes to look at him, just in time to see his head ducked behind my thighs and I before I could stop myself, I let out an embarrassing mewl as I felt his wet tongue circling my entrance and unpredictably pushing his pointed tongue through, slowly breaching my tight ring.

I wasn't aware that I have been trashing uncontrollably if not for his death grip on my hip. He seemed pleased with the respond and continued lapping his tongue desperately and he drove me absolutely crazy when he decided to treat my balls with the same treatment by his tongue accompanied by a cheeky nip on my butt cheeks. I was trying my best to stay still and enjoy all the sensation that he provided with his new sense of confidence but as soon as I felt the tip of his saliva-coated finger inserting into my entrance, I gripped the sheets under where my hands were laying and thrusting my hips up in a reflective jerk.

"Shit.. oh god..." I cried out as his finger made its way into my body and pulled out after it was all the way in. He repeated the pattern a few more times before I begged him for more. The sting from the stretch was addictive and it may seem I have knack for self abuse, but the pleasure it came with was fighting for dominance and I was thrusting my hips to meet his unforgiving finger. He quickly complied and introduced a second finger, moving a little slower this time. The stretch was a little more intense as he tried to spread his fingers and push my tight muscles apart but the pain was nothing compared to the delicious tingling that crawled in my nerves and the pain was quickly forgotten.

When he had been experimenting with different angles, he found a spot when he curled his fingers upwards, and the rough pad of nerves he hit made me see stars and I keened shamefully. The tension in my lower belly increased like a wound up spring, ready to be released and as he grabbed and stroked my forgotten length with his free hand, it broke the last strand of my inhibition.

"Shit..!" I shouted and soon I was begging for him to take me. "Pleaaaaase, please, pleaseee babe... I need you now... "

"Yeah?" He asked before stopping all his movements, disconnecting all body contact with me and stood up, still panting harshly. I felt slightly less embarrassed by my bashful behavior when I saw that he was equally affected by what he was doing to me.

"Hurry, Troye... What are you waiting for?" I urged. Then it clicked. "Uhm, Troye.. Do we have any condoms?"

As he inhaled enough calming breaths into his lungs, he started to look around the room, as though looking for a sex stand in the hotel room that have all the essentials on the ready for people who didn't think things through before decided to have sex.

"Uhmm, I think the hotel might provide some in the room. Let me check." He walked over to the drawer beside of the minibar and I was praying to the all the Gods of the universe that Troye was right. And when he came back with a unopened box, I knew my prayers were answered.

"I guess all of my stays in hotels paid off in more ways than I thought." He grinned sheepishly before he spoke again. "Scoot up."

I did as he asked and he opened the box of condom clumsily and ripping off the clear plastic wrap in one go before revealing three colorful squares and tossed one on the bed beside me. He crawled up to me, placing his body in between my thighs as he leaned down to give me a reassuring kiss that I didn't know I needed.

The thought of us having sex for the first time had me a little scared, not because I wasn't sure or that I didn't want to but more about the lack of knowledge other than some I've gathered from porn blogs on tumblr. The look he was projecting right now gave me a little comfort as he too looked as nervous if not more about the next step that we're about to take as a couple. It's going to solidify whatever feelings that we had for each other.

He reached for the condom beside my head and proceeds to rip the wrapper using his teeth and I took the initiative to take the slippery rubber out from its confinement. He muttered a suppressed moan as I carefully place the rubber on his tip, slowly rolling the rest to cover him whole until it reached the base. I was looking at him intently before he moved his hand towards my mouth and brushing my bottom lip. I didn't realize that I was tugging it between my teeth and I quickly released it to let the blood return.

"Tilly, just...try to relax, okay?"

I nodded and closed my eyes, not trusting myself to speak without alarming him any more. I was thinking to myself that I shouldn't be this nervous. Troye and I have been wanting this ever since we started our relationship. This wasn't some hasty decision made during some drunken trysts. This wasn't like plucking someone out of a crowd because you're feeling horny. No, none of those. While I was still rationalizing my internal battle, I realized a little late that Troye had been reading my face. He then lifted my right hand and placed it on his chest, urging me to feel his erratic heartbeat.

"I'm nervous for our first time too." He admitted.

Sometimes I tell myself I should freak out by his ability to know what's running through my mind. But in fact it's silly to think that I'll ever oppose to him being so in tuned with my emotions and train of thoughts. It just made me fall all the more in love with him, if it was possible. I can't help but to kiss him again, only this time I was trying to convey all of my indescribable feelings through this kiss. And again I thank all the stars in the universe that he got the message and sprung into action to lube his length sufficiently with his saliva before aligning it with my entrance, ready to connect our bodies together.

Seconds went by that felt like hours, he thrust his hip forward slowly, patiently waiting for the feeling of being stretched by his blunt tip to simmer down to a numb sting. It felt a little foreign to have something this size penetrating into me but I wiggled my hips a little, urging him to follow through his plan. With maybe having an inch more being pushed further in, I was beginning to rethink the scale of pain that I can endure because the burn that I felt right now pale in comparison to when he used his fingers. I bit my bottom lip to stop the cry that was threatening to come out. He scrunched up his face for an entirely different reason and as soon as he saw the pained expression painted on my face, he dropped to rest on his elbows and kissed the side of my closed eyes.

"Babe, do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head and urged for him to move all the way in, hoping to get over this phase as fast as possible. I heard him mutter a whispered shit, you're so tight and I know stopping wasn't an option for any of us. Thin layer of sweats was coating his forehead, revealing the effort that he was putting up to not thrust into me at the pace he wanted.

"God...you...I... you're.. so big, Troye.." I cried out incoherently as I felt him bottomed out.

"You okay, babe..?" He asked as he rested his forehead against mine after he kissed away the tears that rolled down my cheeks. I moved my hips a little to test it out and he let out a low growl at the sensation that it created. I felt the burn was slowly subsiding to a mild sting and the friction made by his length against my inner muscles was awakening the butterflies in my lower belly. I was hungry for more. I gave him my okay and he began the intimate thrusts, starting slow and gradually increasing his pace meanwhile whispering sweet comforting words into my ear.

What started out with worries and concerns for each other now transitioned into focusing on how to give each other the highs that we both craved. The strength of each thrusts, the little touches on each others' skins, the abundance of our moans, the whispered words that created goosebumps and sends shiver down our spines, all have been silently catalogued into our brains.

"Ty.. you feel so fucking good..." He growled lowly and began stroking my length at a punishing pace, aiding me to reach my yearned release. The additional stimulation proved to be too abundant as it made me lose control of all my inhibition and went ahead to scream my completion, not caring if I was heard by others. I jerked forward my hips a little as his hand were still stroking albeit much gentler now at my highly sensitive length. A few moments later, Troye's hip movements became sporadic as he was starting to near his end too. With one last hard thrust, I heard him cried out and immediately halted all movement to allow himself a few moments of bliss before his arms gave out and crushed his body onto mine. We stayed in that position for a while, basking in the glow of our releases before I heard him say in a low but audible voice.

"I love you.."