I am his

10.

We enjoyed our meal, savoring each moment, and then decided to watch a show on the television. Feeling bold, I made the first move and sat on his torso, leaning in to kiss him. He responded, kissing me back tenderly, and I ran my hand down his chest, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"I want to do it tonight," I whispered, my heart racing, and he looked at me with a smile.

"Are you sure?" he whispered back, making sure I was comfortable with my decision. I nodded, my feelings clear, and he reached over to put a condom on the table beside us.

"Did you bring that because you thought we'd be having sex?" I asked in a hushed voice.

"No, I brought them just in case," he smirked, leaning in to kiss me once more.

Our passion intensified, and soon we found ourselves kissing, making out, and talking, gradually shedding our clothes until we were both naked. I had my bra on, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation as this intimate moment with Kaden unfolded.

Naomi's heart pounded in her chest as Kaden whispered, "Are you one hundred percent sure about this?"

A smile escaped her lips as she replied, "Yes."

His voice lowered, a hint of concern in his eyes, "Do you want this off?" he asked, referring to her bra. She nodded, and with a single hand, he unclasped it and tossed it aside.

"You know it's going to hurt, right?" he warned, laying a towel beneath her. As he put on a condom, Naomi couldn't help but be captivated by his appearance—his messy hair, those mesmerizing green eyes, and his perfect, soft lips.

"Yeah, I know. Just go slow," she smiled, bracing herself. As he entered her slowly, a gasp of pain escaped her lips, and they locked eyes.

"Just wait a second," Naomi requested, feeling the stretching sensation that felt like needles pricking her walls.

As Kaden wrapped his arms around her neck, she whispered, "Okay, go slow," enjoying his warm breath against her neck. He kissed her neck gently, and she bit her lip, savoring both the pleasure and the pain.

Despite the discomfort, Naomi found herself drawn to him, making eye contact and feeling an undeniable connection. "Do you want me to go quicker?" he whispered. She nodded, and he planted a tender kiss on her lips before picking up the pace.

"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" Kaden whispered. She tried to brush it off with a laugh, but the pleasure and pain intertwined as he continued.

As the intensity grew, Naomi felt tears forming, but she urged him not to stop. He looked at her with sadness but complied with her wishes, making her moan in pleasure.

She found herself lost in the moment, her legs wrapped around him, encouraging him to go faster. The sensations were overwhelming, and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Naomi begged for more, urging him on.

"Kaden," she moaned, reaching new levels of pleasure. He responded with her name in a breathless whisper, the intensity building.

As her body responded, Naomi felt a knot forming in her stomach. Her pleas for more only spurred him on, lifting her legs over his shoulder, heightening the sensations.

"Stay like that," she whispered, and he obeyed, pushing her pleasure to its peak. The knot tightened, and Naomi gasped, calling out his name as her body responded to his touch.

"Don't cum yet," Kaden whispered, holding back as he continued his movements. She clung to him, trying to contain herself until the very last moment.

"Please," she begged, and he nodded, both locked in their mutual desire. Finally, she felt release, a wave of relaxation washing over her.

As he withdrew, Naomi felt a sense of emptiness. She smiled at Kaden as he disposed of the condom and the towel, revealing a trace of blood.

His reassuring smile warmed my heart as I processed the overwhelming emotions. "Oh, don't worry, it's okay, it happens," he comforted, kissing my forehead tenderly before disposing of the towel.

With him beside me, our naked bodies touching, tears streamed down my cheeks inexplicably. Kaden looked concerned and affectionately kissed my forehead. "What's wrong?" he whispered gently, seeking to understand.

"Thank you," I managed to smile amidst the tears, feeling grateful for his understanding and support, and I kissed him softly.

"Don't thank me," he whispered, kissing my hand, reaffirming the connection between us.

Still feeling vulnerable, a thought crossed my mind. "Do you think I could still get pregnant?" I whispered, wondering about the possible consequences of our intimate encounter.

"I'll buy you a pregnancy test for next week," he assured me with a smile, planting another tender kiss on my lips.