The elevator up to his room was full of the anticipation I felt – my heart beating as fast as a hummingbirds in the thick summer heat – I ran my hands along my body, feeling the anticipation in the air. I could smell his cologne and feel his want when the door opened. I knew this was a night I would never forget.
Browsing: my first time
The door opened and I stepped in. His gaze felt like a stroke of heat across my flesh. His arms enveloped me in a void of pleasure as his lips feather-light on my skin. His words whispered dark dreams of an unknown passion, and he pulled me in and pushed me out in a trance of desire. It was my first time and it was unforgettable.
His body against mine crackled with electricity; I could feel the heat radiating between us. I took him in my arms, savoring the trembling anticipation, the sheer terror of the unknown. We touched, tentatively, and then more eagerly, exploring the other’s lips, necks, chest and below. We quivered with pleasure, having found our ultimate desire.
Cameron’s body was an exquisite sculpture of masculinity–hot under my questing touch and fiercely responsive. His unashamed hunger stoked my own, and what began as an innocent fascination became a passionate, unrestrained pleasure-fest. His experienced hands coaxed me to heights of pleasure I’d never imagined, and when we finally lay spent and panting, I knew our encounter had changed me forever.