We urgently leaned into another kiss. Our tongues locked together and moved – we were passing back and forth our life essences. Rolling her onto her back, I kissed her neck on the way to her breasts. Each one in its turn was gently taken into my mouth. They were jutting out proudly, hard and succulent. Suckling her breasts she writhed in ecstasy. She wrapped her fingers around my penis in loving envelopment. Gently removing her hand, I moved further down her body until my tongue reached her clitoris. Gently, my tongue moved over it. She moaned. As I explored creative ways to please her she growled lustfully. She shuddered into an explosive orgasm, followed quickly by another. All the blood must have left her brain for her sex; she was left with a four word vocabulary.
She repeatedly said “Tommy, I love you.”
My gentle ministrations continued, moving her knees toward her shoulders I lifted her sex towards me. My tongue worked its way up and down her fully swollen folds. I began a slow, steady, rhythmic penetration of her vagina with my tongue. Her thighs tightened across my head and ears and she began wildly convulsing. My face was covered with her nectar, and there was little doubt she was fully prepared for our first true intercourse. Moving up to my lover’s breasts and gently licking them she caught her breath.
Looking into her eyes, mine said simply, sincerely, and joyfully “I love you.”
Her eyes lovingly returned the sentiment.
Slowly moving up on her the tip of my manhood was gently pressed between her labia lips, her fingers gently wrapped around its base. I now had the sacred honor of being the first man gifted entrance into the temple of her sex, once forcefully taken, but only now willfully, legitimately, and lovingly given. For only a few more seconds would we be virgin.
“Tina, take your time. We have forever together.”
Working my glans up and down her wet lips she lubricated me with her prolific flow of juices. The sensation of her warm wet labia on the head of my manhood was beyond my comprehension.
“Tommy…”
As she lined us up I slowly entered her. Moving gingerly, each stroke gained more entry into her heavenly body. I was afraid I was hurting her, but she said “It’s wonderful. Go slowly my love.”
Ever-so-carefully pressing forward I was partway enveloped, pausing to let her adjust. When she was ready she pulled me into her.
“Keep yourself in me and don’t move… hold me. I love you. I love you. Tommy, I love you.”
The feeling of being inside her was exquisite. Mother Nature has hardwired us to experience excruciatingly intense pleasure from this union. Every man who has loved a woman knows the feeling, even though not one of them could adequately describe it. My feeble words would hardly do justice. I moved out of her ever so slightly; a sweet moan “Aaahhh” was her response. With great care I pushed back in, her response was the same only amplified, and gave testimony to her tumultuously rising pleasure. Carefully probing, gradually and slowly increasing the depth and speed of my thrusts, our movements became fluid.