Teasing a Virgin

It is your first night with her, well, with any woman actually. She had already changed clothes and gotten into your bed before you managed to. It took you longer than usual, you were so nervous. Your fingers struggled to pull your sweater on, and you found it hard to breath. The lights were low, so you didn’t feel as nervous as you would be if she could see how flushed you are. Finally, you nervously crawl under the covers next to her, where she has invited you with open arms. It seemed like second nature to her when she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close for a moment. Your mind is hazy, you can’t seem to focus your eyes, and your heart feels like it’s going to stop at any moment. It all feels like a dream. She loosens her embrace, and looks at you. First your eyes, as you stare nervously back at her. Her eyes soft and warm as she looks at every detail of your face, neck, and shoulders. You feel vulnerable being looked up and down by her, but you know this is what you have always wanted. You know that you are hers to look at as she pleases.

You move your hand and it brushes her arm, your breath hitches. She laughs. “It’s alright, don’t be nervous. Go ahead.” she smiles and takes your hand. Your head is getting foggier every second. She places your hand on her side. Her skin is warm and soft, but you still can’t manage to move for yourself. “Go on,” she says, “I want you to know what I feel like.” She once again places her hand on yours and gently slides it down her waist to her thigh. You feel yourself turn red, but you also feel your breathing slow down, and your heart become calm. Her thigh was soft and silky like a flower petal. You thought you must have been imagining it, since you knew she loved perfumes and lotions that were floral scented, but there was no mistaking the skin under your fingers. You manage to control your own movements at last, just enough to rub your fingers along her skin. Your curiosity is peaked, as you have never felt any part of a woman besides a hand. It is so different from your own body.

You press down your fingers lightly, feeling her plump, full thigh fill your hand. You feel yourself grow warmer. Only a moment has passed, but it felt like an eternity. She rests her head next to yours and you feel her breath in your ear, giving you goosebumps down your arms and legs. She lifts her head slightly, and gives you a soft, slow kiss on your cheek. But she doesn't move away, she continues giving you small, warm kisses farther and farther towards your ear. Just a second ago you were finally calm, but your heart is already racing once more. She gets to your ear, but instead of a kiss, she takes the tip of her tongue and runs it along the edge of your ear. You can’t help but let out a small whimper. You pray that she didn’t hear it, but you know she did. She giggles, and gives you another small kiss on the same spot. You have never been more nervous in your life, you go through every situation in your life that has ever made you anxious, trying to think of something that had more impact, but you draw blanks.

Who knew that one woman could throw you off so much. You were an ordinary man, aside from your kinks of course. You never imagined that something could mess with your head as much as this. Your train of thought is snapped in half as a sharp, foreign feeling presses into the flesh of your neck. You let out a yelp, before realizing it was her teeth biting into you that had given the shock. She quickly raises her head and presses her lips against yours. Her soft, gentle aura from before had dissipated, and been replaced with strong, excited lust. She pulls her lips away from yours and looks into your eyes, full of shock. “Shh.” She coaxes you, putting her hand against your jaw, forcing you to look upwards. Your muscles feel frozen solid, a deer in the headlights. You never expected things to happen so fast. She kisses the spot she had just bitten, before lightly pressing her teeth against you once more. Your body somehow manages a whimper in protest, but that seemed to only excite her more. You feel her warm tongue lick your neck before pressing her lips against your skin once more.

She begins kissing, sucking, and nibbling the spot on your neck. You have never received a hickey before, but you believe this is what it feels like. She pulls away for a moment, “Do you mind if I leave a mark, love? It would be a nice way to show you off.” You stutter, never forming a single word. “I think I will take that as a yes.” She grins, before placing her lips on you again. You stammer and whimper, attempting to make any sort of protest. Though, you don’t believe that you actually want her to stop. You feel her warm breath, as she gives you your mark, claiming you. “Hmm,” she lifts her head, sounding like she was deciding what to do next.

“On your back.” She says in a stern, yet somehow gentle voice. You know her very well, from all your months of texting, and calling. You understood that she didn’t like arguing, and it would be best to listen, no matter how scared you were. You shake nervously as you turn onto your back, squeezing your eyes shut in fear. You have never felt so vulnerable in your life. You can feel her eyes on you, hungry. She places a hand on your stomach over your soft sweater, feeling you flinch and hearing you whimper under her. She giggles again, enjoying your fear. You feel her hand slide down your stomach, towards your legs. This whole time your mind had been so scattered, you didn’t even realize that through it all, you had gotten hard. You had always loved the concept of being dominated, but you never knew how turned on you got from being scared.

You whimper louder as her hand gets lower, but she doesn’t stop. She finally reaches the edge of your waist and places a hand over your pants on your cock. A moan escapes your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut tighter. She doesn’t hesitate for a second. She wraps her hand around your cock, and starts rubbing it slowly through your pants. You feel her watching you once again, you know she is enjoying the look on your face. She slides her finger tips from the base all the way to the tip, where she begins stroking. Your hands instinctively grab a fistful of the sheets under you. You are scared of her continuing, but you are even more scared of what she would do if you tried to stop her.

You manage to restrain yourself, though unable to keep in your whimpers and moans. “So cute,” she coos at you. “You look adorable, trying so hard to stay still.” You realize you haven’t stopped shaking for a while now. Her hands move faster, stroking your cock up and down, feeling it twitch and watching as your pants grow slightly wet with precum. “Oh, is somebody going to make a mess?” She asks while smiling, already knowing the answer. You moan louder, feeling yourself growing closer and closer to your finish. She was going to make you cum all over yourself, and you knew there was no way around it.

The air is hot and you feel sweat dripping down your forehead. Your breathing becomes choppy, and your back arches as you feel yourself about to cum. “Come on love, make a mess for me.” she says in the same gentle voice she started with. Your whimpers become silent as you choke on the air, your knuckles becoming white as you grip the sheets harder. Her hand continues rubbing as you feel yourself release. Your mind is numb as you finish, feeling the hot mess drip down your thigh. You open your eyes to see her smiling, satisfied with you. “Such a good boy.” she coos once again. “You did such a good job.” You feel yourself blush. Somehow hearing her compliments were nearly as embarrassing as finishing for her.

She gets up, and leaves the room, coming back a moment later with a soft towel. She stands next to your side of the bed and orders you to stand as well. You do as you're told, legs shaking as you bring them over the side of the bed. She undresses you from the waist down, removing your soiled clothing and tossing them into your laundry basket nearby. You blush again, as this is the first time she has seen your cock in person. Though she doesn’t seem phased as she takes the towel which you now feel has been dampened with warm water and gently wipes your thighs clean of cum. She tosses the towel into the laundry basket with the clothes and looks up at you. You blush harder seeing her eyes full of love and compassion. “I have to keep my toy clean, don’t I?” She smiles at you, knowing exactly what words would catch you off guard. You look away, unable to look her in the eyes while feeling such embarrassment. She walks over to your dresser, pulling out new clothes for you. She hands them to you before getting back into bed. You put them on, and look over to find her staring at you once again. It seems like she almost never takes her eyes off of you. You get into bed once more, burying your face into her arms. You could stay like this forever.

Thank you for reading! I did not do any real editing or anything to this, just wrote what I was imagining while tweaking it along the way. So I am sorry for any mistakes! I am not a writer, but I thought I could share what goes on in my head with some like-minded people. I hope you enjoyed!