As he ran his fingers along my hips and thighs, he began to kiss and massage my vagina with his tongue. I couldn’t help but allow the moans that had been building up inside of me out. His lips and tongue on my clitoris felt so amazing. I ran my hands through his hair and pressed his face into me. It seemed as if he knew exactly where I wanted his mouth exactly when I wanted it. I was amazed at his attentiveness to my most sensitive areas. As he continued to massage me with his mouth, his slipped two fingers into my vagina. I drew in a quick breath and he hastily pulled his fingers out. I lost all track of time or place. All I knew was that I wanted to bring this man all the pleasure that he was bringing me.

I was shocked. What HAD I done? Was it that bad? “Why do I need to stop?” I questioned.

His concern for my security was the cutest thing. “I’m naked and really horny. Do you really think that I am going to let you stop now?” I answered with a smile.

“I’m your first?” he asked. He had a look of confusion on his face that was almost comical.

“Well, this is a first for both of us then,” he admitted.

He picked up where he left off. He moved so slowly, making sure that it didn’t hurt me. But the pain was inevitably. I felt the tissue rip inside of me as I gave him the one thing that I could never get back. I tried not to whimper because I wanted this to happen no matter how much pain there was. But despite all my efforts, I groaned with pain and he stopped going in any farther.

“No, don’t stop. Keep going, it won’t hurt for much longer,” I assured him. Actually, I had no idea how long it would hurt but I wanted this to happen more than anything. Before I knew it, his penis was completely inside of me and the pain was bearable. He moved his body in a rocking motion that pulled his penis in and out of me. I couldn’t stop the whimpering then. It HURT. But I told him not to stop no matter what I did. I never knew until that moment how pain and pleasure could go so well together.

I was exhausted. He laid me back on the bed and laid down beside me with my back pressing into his stomach. I arched my back encouraging him to put his penis back into me. He really didn’t need my encouraging. I had never realized how intimate spooning actually was until I experienced it. I knew that he thought it was intimate too because I could tell that he was getting close to orgasm. His body became clammy and he began to move in and out of me faster and faster. I twisted my upper body enough so that I could look at his face. He kissed my neck then pulled his face away quickly and moaned and sighed loudly and shuddered once, twice, three times. He knew that I was on the pill so it wasn’t necessary for him to pull out.

We laid in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. There was nowhere else I wanted to be and I couldn’t have been any happier. Or so I thought.

I just looked at him. First, I gave my virginity to the only guy that I had ever loved and I didn’t think that I could have been any happier. Now, he has asked me to marry him! Could life get any sweeter than it was right now?

I just nodded, smiled and kissed him. I fell asleep that night in the arms of that man that I loved the most, my best friend, my comforter, my fiancé, my soon-to-be husband. Those words sounded so sweet and I couldn’t have been happier