We quickly ate our breakfast, then I walked over and sat on his lap. Still in just a flannel and my underwear. I started kissing him, moving down to his neck, then along his collar bone and chest. He turned his sweet, soft, blue eyes into his sultry, deep, bedroom eyes. He swallowed hard, then kissed my neck. I let out a small gasp and giggle. He slowly unbuttoned the flannel, revealing my bare chest. I let slide off my arms, leaving me topless.
He had his arms wrapped around me, on my back. We continued to make out, then he stood up and carried me to the wall. Holding me up against it, kissing me, hard. "Baby, let's just do it.." I said, getting semi impatient. He laughed and shook his head. He kissed down my neck and chest, causing my eyes to roll back. He saw this and let out a chuck. "Ed, please."
He then walked us into the bedroom, and laid me down on the bed. He removed my underwear, with his teeth, making me giggle then nervously bite my lip. My legs were resting on his shoulders and he brought his face down to my stomach. He started down my stomach and along my hips, passionately. He kept looking up at my face. I was grow more impatient. He then went a little lower and kissed between my lips, on the nub between my legs, causing me to moan loudly. "Ugh, Ed..."
He continued to tease me with his tongue for a few more minutes until neither of us could take it any longer. He slide off his boxed and situated himself inside me, ramming in and out of me lightly, at first, causing me to moan. The sounds i was making, made his eyes roll back, and a look of pleasure go across his face.
Nothing has ever been better than the feeling of his sweaty body on top of mine. We continued at a slow and steady pace until we were both about to reach our climax. Ed was a real gentleman and always wanted to make sure his lady was taken care of. He listened to my instructions when I told him to adjust his speed and positioning. After about an hour and a half of making passionate love, we both hit our climaxes. Making us scream out with pleasure. By the time we were done, we were both exhausted and out of breath. "That was amazing," he whispered, holding me tightly in his arms. "It was," I replied back quietly.
It was definitely the best first time I have ever had. I loved him and I didn't plan on letting him go. We decided to go shower. I washed his hair and he washed mine. We shared jokes, and sung at the top of our lungs like fools. If this wasn't love, I don't know what was. Then we decided to spend our day writing our duet for his album. I was so excited. I could not wait.