Virgin woes

When he went to kneel in front of me to reach better, I finally got an idea of what he was doing, going all the way down. But the feel of his lips on my skin was too good, so I moved my hands from their place on the wardrobe each side of me, and placed them on his neck, guiding him back up for a little while. He protested, and stood up, grabbing my hands and pulling them above my head, locking them there with one of his strong hands. "No." He said in a deep husk voice that told me that he was deeply turned on. I nodded and he knelt down once again to continue kissing his way down my body. He got to my core and I shivered as he kissed me there spending a little bit too long teasing me.

He then pushed up my dress and kissed up my stocking covered legs, until he got to the top. When he did, he paused, looking up at me with want in his eyes, but I could tell he was going to drag this out as long as possible. He grabbed the top of my stockings and pulled them down slowly, watching as my skin was bared to him. He lifted up my feet one by one until I was stocking-less. He then ran his course hands over my thighs as he stood up again, moving them up and down.

"Now you." I said wanting us to be equal. I had an item of clothing on the ground and so should he. I moved my hands to the bottom of his button down white shirt that was tucked into his pants. I pulled it up and over his head and raised arms, throwing it to the ground with my stockings. Then my eyes found his chest and his abs smiled back at me. He was tan and amazing. I reached my hands out and ran them over his stomach and up to his shoulders, liking the feel of his bare chest against my hands. I moved forward and pressed my to lips to his shoulder, and then decided that I would do to him, what he did to me.

I made a trail of kisses down to his belly button and then the edge of his pants as I knelt down in front of him. I undid the button of his trousers and pulled the zip down slowly, a smile playing at my lips as I saw that he was a boxer's man. His trousers fell to the floor and my hands grazed over his legs as I stood, all the while kissing his body. I was facing him again and he kissed me hard on the lips, near naked.

My hands circled around his neck and went up to tangle themselves in his hair as I got distracted by his lips. His hands, however, had other ideas. They ran over my shoulders, down my abdomen, pausing slightly as they ran past the side of my breasts, past my stomach and down to my thighs, again. He pulled up my dress and stepped back a bit, breaking the kiss, to take my dress off over my head. When it was off he chucked it aside and sat back down on the edge of my bed to look at me.

I was wearing a black lacy bra and matching underwear. The bra really pushed up my breasts, making them look perkier than they were but Dex looked as if he liked it. My arms wrapped around my mid-section self-consciously and I looked at my feet, as I was a little embarrassed. I had never had the perfect body, I knew that. Some would say that I was fat others that I just needed to exercise more but really it was an addiction to chocolate. My stomach was big and hung out a little bit and my thighs were big too.

When I looked up again at Dex I wondered why someone as beautiful as him would want this with someone like me. But then I realised he was smiling at me, and then I looked a little south of his face and found that he was er... really happy. He wasn't before, when we were teasing each other, but now… Was he turned on by me? He leaned forward and grabbed my hands, pulling me forward so that I was in between his legs.

His hands went to my back and I jumped a bit at the sudden feel of him pressing against my legs. His hands went up my back, pushing me harder into him and he came to a halt at my bra. He undid the clasp and pulled the straps over my shoulders and down my arms, and threw it away. I was now out in the open and the cool air of the room made me shiver. Dex seemed to like that and all of his attention was now focused on my chest. My breasts weren't that big even though the rest of me was, but they were big enough.

He looked up at me as if asking for approval, for what I didn't know, but I nodded and he looked down again, moving his lips towards me. My hands slid into his hair once again, to steady myself as he took me into his mouth, his hands around my waist hugging me to him as his lips kissing my chest. My knees were getting weak as the pleasure built up so I raised my legs one by one, over his and sat in his lap, never once breaking his contact with me.

We continued on like this for a while, giving and taking and finally we fell back against my bed and shuffled awkwardly up a bit so that our legs weren't hanging over the edge. He moved us so that I now lying below him and he lay on top of me. He went to take off my under wear, sitting up slightly and I shivered as his hands grazed over me. He came back up so that we were face to face and both of us now naked and pressed together. He reached over to my bed side table and opened the first draw, grabbing out protection and putting it on. I laid there and didn't know what to do with myself. He seemed to understand this and kissed me hard on the mouth then whispered "We'll go slowly." and then we moved together.

It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would and was actually kind of pleasurable. Dexter was gentle as promised but I could tell he was restraining himself a lot for my sake; he certainly knew what he was doing though. I don't think that, if I had been with someone else, it would have been that good.

Afterwards he laid beside me spread out, legs open, and I did the same. "Thank you." He said in a voice that sounded more like the normal, not turned on, Dexter Vex. "You're welcome." I said back, kind of amused at my own response. Dex smirked and looked over at me, and I wondered what he was thinking. "Well, you don't have your virginity anymore, now do you feel?" He asked and I smiled at him, considering what to say back. I didn't really feel very different though. I felt happy and tired but that was about it really.

I moved over onto my side and curled up to Dexter's side. He moved his arm so that I could lay my head on it and his hands started to make circles on my back. "I don't know," I said in response to his question, "How do you feel, being the one who took it?" I asked and the look on his face went from playful to that of guilty. "I didn't take it, Legacy, you wanted to, didn't you?" There was a look of uncertainty in his eyes and I rushed to fix my mistake. "Dexter, I don't regret this." I hugged his side and kissed his shoulder, wanting to comfort him in his sorrow.

I continued, "Dexter, do you know how many nights I spend awake in bed, trying to masturbate but getting nowhere and ending up horny with no outlet? Do you know how much I have wanted to…? And then when I met you I thought, 'he could give me an orgasm any time he wants,' and then you actually asked me out. Do you know how surprised I was that you did? I never thought anyone would ever find me interesting or attractive, but you did. You are the best thing that has happened to me in all my years on this earth and you should not apologise for wanting this, because I wanted it just as much as you did.

"I wouldn't have let you even take of my stockings if I didn't want you. You would have been punched, hard, if I didn't want you to do any of the things that you did to me today. And let me tell you, you will be doing it again and again." He looked up at me as I finished, with a look on his face that was basically expressionless. Then he did something that surprised me. He sat up and pulled me with him. He adjusted us so that he was resting on the head board of my bed and I was in between his legs, leaning on his chest. His arms wrapped around my waist and we sat in comfortable silence for a while before drifting into a comfortable sleep.