6 comments/ 37829 views/ 4 favorites Sensations of the Beginning By: sexychik69 The day had finally come, our wedding night. I had dreamed of this day longer than I could remember, and finally it was here. It was perfect - I had the perfect dress, the perfect people, the perfect decorations, and, best of all, the perfect man to marry. The day was wonderful, and I will never forget it. However, like every other, the day came and went, and the only things left now are the memories, bills, and the most beautiful pictures I would ever see filled up in dozens of albums. Strangest thing was that my wedding night wasn't the classical lose-your-virginity-to-the-one-you-love kind of thing. The night also came and went, with my husband and I just sleeping in each other's arms. I wasn't ready yet, and that was alright with him - he understood me so well. I really loved him for that. A month, two, three passed by and Jason and I were still just as happy as we could be. Our marriage was anything but perfect so far, however, with arguments left and right, but god the love we shared afterwards. The more time went on, the less arguments we had, and the more our love seemed to blossom. Surprisingly, just four months after our wedding night, I felt like I was ready to move forward with Jason, and take our relationship up a step. It was the evening of December 17; very chilly and drizzling outside. I had to work late, as usual, and when I had gotten home I found Jason waiting on the doorstep for me. I smiled, he always waited there for me. I drove up and turned out my lights, stepped out of my car and ran to the doorstep - it was raining harder now. I ran into his arms and we embraced each other in a huge hug. I always loved saying hello to Jason; every hello was as special as the first one we had shared, all those years ago. We were so meant for each other. I kissed him lightly and suggested we go inside: he was soaking wet and he needed to get dried off before he got a cold. We stepped inside to a warm, welcoming dwelling. He had lighten a fire and we heard the gentle crackle of flames as we walked into the living room, closing out the cold behind us. I went into our bedroom and retrieved some warm clothes for Jason and he changed in front of the fireplace. I brought a towel to him and took his wet clothes to the laundry room and stuck them in the dryer. When I returned he was sitting on the floor, cross-legged with the towel hanging over his left shoulder. He was leaning back onto his hands and had his eyes closed, listening to the rain pound against our roof. I quietly walked into the room and picked up the towel off of his shoulder. He did not move as I started to gently massage the towel into his wet hair, drying it. I loved him so much, each moment was better than the ones before. In the back of my mind I wondered what it would be like to make love to Jason, but I smiled as soon as I realised I already knew the answer. He leaned his head into my hands as I massaged a little firmer: I was relaxing him, and that was good. I had hoped that tonight would be the night. Finally I brought the towel down onto my lap and settled myself beside him, leaning my head against his shoulder and he leaned his head against mine. "I love you, April" I heard him barely whisper. "I love you, too," I replied, just as soft. I was getting drowsy, it was nearing 1 AM now and the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside was hypnotizing me. I slowly laid myself down onto the floor and I felt Jason lean down next to me, lying on his side to look at me as I closed my eyes, a small smile across my face. I felt one of his hands touch my cheek and he leaned down to kiss my soft lips. I kissed him back tenderly. He leaned up and back and then situated himself on my chest, his head between my breasts, as he fell into a gentle sleep. I felt his breathing almost in rhythm with mine and I thought to myself, 'Well, if it doesn't happen tonight, we have the rest of our lives. It doesn't matter - the only thing that matters is that I'm here with the one I love, and he's here with me' just as I was falling asleep. I woke up a short time later, and noticed that it was only around 1.30 in the morning. Jason was still dozing on my chest, his left hand around my waist, and his right hand leaning against my left cheek. I felt horrible to wake him, but I knew that we needed to turn the fire off and head to bed, it wasn't safe to leave it going all night. "Darling, wake up," I whispered to him as I brought my hand up and ran my fingers through his hair. He slowly stirred and woke himself up. "What's the matter?" he asked me. "Nothing honey, we just need to get to bed, we don't need to leave the fire on all night." "Alright, you put out the fire and I'll go get the bed ready for us," he said back to me. I nodded and he gave me a kiss on my cheek. He got up and grabbed the towel on his way up, before he walked out of the room and into our bedroom. I put out the fire and walked through the darkness into our bedroom. Jason was nowhere to be seen, but when I saw the light to the bathroom on, I figured he was just getting himself ready for bed. I walked over to the bed and instantly fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow. I felt Jason stirring me awake what must have been not five minutes later. "Wake up, sweetie, time for a bath," he said, his voice so soothing. I was only half awake and didn't really comprehend what he was saying, so he picked me up off of the bed and carried me into the bathroom. I curled myself up in his arms, my hands around his neck. He set me down onto the bathroom floor; it was warm. The whole bathroom was steaming, and I smelled the wonderful scent of lavender. The aroma instantly made me relaxed and calm. "Why are we taking a bath baby?" I asked Jason. "Because we can, and because I love you," he replied. There was something different about his voice this time in the way he said 'I love you', but I didn't really think about it. I felt him lift his hands up to my work-shirt (I still hadn't changed) and gently begin to pull it off of me. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the sensation of his touch; so gentle, so soft. His hands caressed my bare belly as I felt him pull my shirt up. I slowly lifted my arms and he gently rose it up off of my body and let my shirt fall to the floor. He wrapped his hands around my wrists, gently, and ran his hands up my arms, up to my shoulders and neck. He curled his hands together at my neck and pulled me in close to him so that we could kiss again. He always treated me like royalty - as if my body was some kind of precious, rare flower, and one harsh touch would destroy me forever. But, of course, I didn't mind. I brought my own hands up behind my back and Jason turned to light two cinnamon candles as I unclasped my bra and it fell to the floor. The temperature change caused my nipples to get slightly hard, and I knew Jason noticed when he turned to face me again. His gaze slowly lowered itself down to my chest, and I closed my eyes, feeling his gaze burning into my skin. I loved it when he looked at me. His hands rose up to meet his gaze in the middle: they both landed on my breasts at the same time. I felt his first fingers of both hands gently touch the top of my chest and run down my breasts, finally stopping to land on my hard nipples. I shuddered as I felt him bring his thumbs up to join his fingers and give them both a gentle squeeze before he dropped his hands down to my pants. He unzipped my zipper as I undid my button and slowly pulled my pants off. I saw him remove his clothing and he offered his hand to me, telling me I could step into the hot water first. I lifted one foot up and slowly eased it into the boiling hot water. We had an enormous tub, one where we could both fit in the most comfort one could imagine. I settled myself down into the soft bubbles and Jason followed suit. Soon we were both lost in the warm water and were both leaning back on opposite walls, enjoying the sensations of the bubbles popping on our bodies. It was hard to stay awake, with the rain still pouring down outside and the amazing aromas of the room invading my nostrils, giving even my nose a sense of peace. I felt the water slightly ripple and I opened my eyes to see Jason moving over towards me. I smiled and he settled beside me. I felt his warm, naked body against mine and it not only soothed me, but turned me on as well. He put his arm around me and I settled onto his shoulder again. I smiled again as I felt his free hand move over to gently caress my cheek. I leaned my head over so that my lips could brush against his hand in a sweet, little kiss. I noticed that he did not remove his hand away from in front of my mouth, so I kissed him again. Still he did not remove his hand, but instead moved it around so that his first finger was touching my lips. He did this often, so I was not thinking anything sexual of it. He said he loved the touch of my lips, and always just liked to touch them with his fingertips. He moved his fingertips from left to right on my bottom lip, and back again, only very lightly touching me. I brought my lips together to give him another gentle little kiss. I felt Jason's hand leave my mouth and go back down into the water. I closed my eyes again and once again leaned myself against his shoulder, safe in his arms. His hand curled around my neck, confirming my thoughts of safety. He rubbed his head against mine and I did the same back, our silent "I love you's" heard only between us. His head leaned up off of mine and I leaned mine up as well. I leaned my head against his hand that was around my neck as I felt his mouth around my earlobe. His teeth gently gripped my skin and tugged it slightly. His mouth let my ear go and he rubbed his nose on my neck underneath my ear. I couldn't help but slightly moan. I noticed that the water was getting slightly cold, so I suggested that we finish cleaning up with a nice hot shower, and Jason agreed. I let him step out first and I drained the water as I stood up myself. Bubbles were still clinging to our bodies, popping softly in the silence. I stepped out of the tub, reaching out to kiss Jason gently, softly. His hands wrapped around my neck as my arms wrapped around his. Our lips seemed to fit perfectly together, like a puzzle we had been trying to assemble our whole lives, and we had finally found the missing pieces within each other. Finally the water drained, and the wet bubbles had dripped from our bodies onto the towel underneath our feet. I reached over to start the water for us in the shower across the room as Jason stepped over to our cabinet and pulled out our two different shower gels. A Sweet Pea scent for me and some classic Old Spice for him - the perfect combination for a night such as this. The water was steaming, and I let myself step in first, feeling the warm jets of water splashing onto my bare back. Jason stepped in after me, setting down the bottles of shower gel on the shelf inside the shower. We were facing each other as I looked into his warm brown eyes, and he stared back into mine. He reached up and traced his finger down from the top of my jawbone just underneath my earlobe all the way to the tip of my chin, smiling as he felt my warm skin under his fingertip. I smiled back and reached beside us to grab his shower gel. I poured about a quarter-sized puddle onto my right hand and closed the bottle, setting it back on the shelf. I always loved to wash his body with my bare hands, it made it so much more sensual. I rubbed my hands together, getting a nice lather going, before I placed my hands onto his shoulders. I leaned forward so I could take in that wonderful, amazing smell of his soap before I started to massage the soap into his soft skin. I rubbed his shoulders, his neck, and his chest, the aroma now driving me insane - it smelled, he smelled, so good and it was just welcoming me onto his body. I got a little more gel onto my hand and pulled him in close to me. I placed my hands up and over his shoulders, so that I could massage his shoulder blades, and scrub the lather into his warm back. I pressed my fingertips firmly into his back and he closed his eyes, once again becoming so relaxed. Finally, I pulled my hands back up and got some of his shampoo into my palms. I scrubbed the shampoo into his hair, very gently rubbing his scalp underneath my hands. He was all lathered up, soap dripping off of his body. We switched places, so he could stand into the water and let the water wash him clean. When he was all clean of soap and shampoo, he turned his attention back to me. I had tried to refrain from making this too sexual, I really didn't want to give Jason the green light just yet, but I didn't want to give him a flat-out red light. I really wanted to make love to him, but more than anything, I wanted to savour every moment and remember everything. And I think Jason already knew that was my plan. It turned out that I was a little more tense than I thought. He reached over to get my body wash and put some on his palms. He looked down into my eyes as he rubbed his hands together. I felt the heat from his body intertwine with my own when his hands lowered down to caress my neck. I knew that the heat that I was feeling was not the steam, nor the water. His hands pressed into my neck, curling around it, as he brought his face down to meet mine. Just as I closed my eyes to lean in for a kiss, he pulled himself away. Now I knew his game. He finished rubbing my neck and move down to firmly grind his thumbs into my collar bone. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of his wonderful touch - I just wanted to let his hands explore my body, and do that they did. His palms rubbed my skin everywhere from my shoulders to my belly. Finally, I was completely lathered up in the front (he had paid little attention to my breasts, which gave me another sign telling me that he knew my plan already) and my back was getting cold. My hair was also begging to be scrubbed my his gentle hands. "Turn around, sweetie," he quietly asked me, looking down into my eyes. I smiled and turned myself around, flinging my hair slightly so that it was all behind my shoulders. I felt his hands on my back, rubbing more shower gel into my cold skin, soothing me even more. I took in the wonderful mixture of the two aromas between us. I was about six inches or so from my nose touching the shower wall, and very close to Jason behind me. His hands rubbed all over my back, his body blocking the water from hitting my own. I felt his hands drop from my back and I knew he was about to lather up my hair, my favourite part of our showers together. Sure enough, he lifted his hands up to my scalp and gently massaged his fingers into my hair, almost tangling it. I felt Jason keep getting closer and closer to me, almost forcing me into the wall in front of me. Before I knew it, he was so close to me that I knew he was doing it on purpose. "Lean against the wall there, honey," he said to me, a slight difference in his tone. Before I could really react, he had pushed himself hard enough against me that I was now pressing firmly into the cold shower wall. It wasn't a bad feeling, but my breasts were pressed into the chilly tile, and my hips were pushing against the wall as well. I felt his warm body against mine, and I felt his hands wrap around my wrists. He brought my hands up to the wall, even with my head, and placed my palms onto the wall before letting go. I closed my eyes as I felt his hips press against my ass gently - I moaned inside. His hands brought themselves up to my hips, and then moved slowly, ever so slowly, up the side of my body, his fingertips finally brushing against the sides of my breasts. As soon as it all started, it stopped. He leaned back and allowed me to have my space again. While somewhat disappointed, the water was getting cold now, and I needed to rinse off so we could get out of the shower before we froze to death. I washed off quickly and Jason stepped out first, retrieving some towels for us. He went ahead and walked into our bedroom, with four towels in his hands. I finished up in the shower, and I let my hair drip for a few seconds before I stepped out into the steam-filled room, now getting chilly with the door open. I stepped out of the room, finding no towels left, and I scrambled to get behind Jason, needing some warmth against my shivering body. I went up behind him and hugged my arms around his neck, pushing my body against his, seeking some kind of warmth for myself. I felt his smile as I let him go, my body finally getting used to the temperature of the room. When I stepped away from him, I noticed that he had put two of the towels onto the bed, where we usually slept; the other two on the dresser on my side of the bed. "Lie down baby," he said, smiling slightly at me, pointing to the towel he had laid out on my side of the bed. I settled myself down on top of the towel, my body covered in chill bumps, my nipples hard and erect. I looked over at him and I watched him as he got another one of the towels from my dresser. He got a large beach-towel and laid it over my body, covering me from below my shoulders almost all the way to my ankles. My arms were underneath the towel as well, lying by my side. As soon as Jason straightened out all of the wrinkles, he lowered his hands down to my shoulders, where the towel just started. He placed his right hand on my left shoulder, and his left hand on my right shoulder. He slightly pressed down on the towel, then curled his fingers up, grabbing handfuls of my skin along with the towel. The feeling was surprisingly erotic and I didn't even know why. He had never done that before, though, so I just figured it was because it was a new sensation to me. He repeated this over and over, going down my body. He only did it one more time, however, before he skipped over my breasts and moved down below them. He pushed his hands into my tummy and curled his fingers in slightly. It was like he was giving me a slow massage, and it felt amazing. When he finally moved down to my thighs, he curled his fingers in a way that they went between my legs slightly. I let out a soft moan - now I was sure this was his idea of foreplay for tonight, and it was turning me on; taking over my body. He continued going down my legs, until he was sure he had grabbed every inch of the top of my body except my breasts. He started to move his way back up my body, but I reached one of my arms out and grabbed his wrist. I pulled him in to me while I sat up, the towel dropping and gathering together on my lap. He stared into my eyes and leaned down to follow the trail I was pulling him into. I closed my eyes as our lips touched. We shared only a few seconds of a sweet kiss before he pulled away. He held my right shoulder with his left hand while his gaze and his other hand lowered down to the towel in my lap. He picked up the towel and tossed it on the floor beside him. His gaze returned to my eyes while his left hand gently pushed my shoulder back; he was telling me to lie down for him. Time seemed to have almost stopped, everything was moving so slow. It seemed like he was just slowly inching me to lie down, that some force was pushing back against me, refusing to let me lie down, yet inviting me at the same time. When I was finally lying down completely, my wet hair against the pillow, Jason leaned down to kiss me on my cheek. I tried to grab the back of his head, and to silently tell him to continue to kiss me, but he moved his head up. His left hand was still on my shoulder, and now his head was hovering over my chest, my nipples still just as erect as before. He licked his lips and took in a deep breath. I closed my eyes and lifted my chest up to him, begging him to grasp my nipple with his mouth, but instead of feeling his warm tongue on my nipple, I felt air. He blew onto my nipple slowly, and it sent chills down my body. Sensations of the Beginning He took in another breath and blew on my nipple again. Yet another breath he took into his lungs, and he let it out on the crevice between my breasts. My hand rose up to stroke his hair as he took in another breath, and this time let it go over my other nipple. I longed for his touch, I needed his touch, he was driving me absolutely insane by teasing me like this. Just as I opened my mouth to tell him to touch me, he spoke. "I'm not going to touch you unless I have your permission," he looked at me. "May I touch you baby?" I could not help but to take in a deep breath, his voice alone making my body shiver with pleasure. "Yes, please do," I replied. "Please touch me, Jason." He smiled and lifted his left hand off of my shoulder, finally. I kept my eyes on him, wanting to see what he was doing to me, as well as feel it. I watched his right first finger lift up to his mouth, and I saw him stick out his tongue to lick his finger. His tongue was extremely wet, the way he knew I liked it, so when his finger finally fell down from his mouth, it was covered, almost dripping, in his saliva. I watched his finger slowly, ever so slowly, lower down to my right nipple. I swore I felt some kind of current connecting my nipple and his finger; it seemed to draw his finger to my nipple. When he finally let his fingertip touch me, I moaned aloud. I took in a sharp breath, making my chest push up, and in turn causing his finger to press against my nipple with a slight bit of force. I moaned again, this time slightly louder. When my chest dropped down finally and did not rise up again so strongly, he circled his finger around my nipple, and after making a complete circle around my nipple, his thumb came together with his finger and gave my nipple a gentle squeeze. "Oh god yes, Jason. Do that again, please..." I whispered to him. I watched his eyes move from my breasts to my eyes and felt him gently pinch my nipple again. I closed my eyes slowly as I pushed my chest up to him again. I knew he was smiling down at me, watching my every reaction, feeling every chill and shiver that I felt. He pinched a third time, this time a little harder... god he knew how to make me moan. I felt him lift his fingers off of my nipple and I opened my eyes. I watched his head move over to my other nipple, and drop down, so his mouth was just an inch away from my hard nipple. I kept my eyes open as I watched him open his mouth and close his eyes. I watched my nipple disappear into his mouth, and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer when I saw his teeth close around my nipple, grasping it firmly. Even though I had literally seen it coming, I could not help but take in a very, very sharp breath. As if it wasn't enough that he was already driving me wild, he pushed his tongue forward and flicked it rapidly over and over on the tip of my nipple. "Oh my god..." I found myself moaning. I couldn't find any other words. The pleasure was almost too intense. "Jason, stop... please, stop," were the next words out of my mouth. He lifted his head up and looked down at me with a confused look. "Did I do something wrong, April?" he asked me, such innocence in his voice. "No baby, it's just, well, um..." I really didn't know how to word what I wanted to say. "What is it baby? Tell me, please." "I want to do something to please you, sweetheart. Let me do something to you," I replied. The words just sort of came out. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. "If you wish," he said. He hopped over me and landed on his side of the bed. I rolled over and crawled over to him. I knew his cock was standing at attention, but I did not let my gaze drop down to look at it. I wanted my attention, instead, to be on one main place: his neck. I did not let myself straddle him, because I knew that would just give some sort of green light for things to go faster than I had wanted them to, and I didn't want that to happen. So, instead, I just remained on my hands and knees with my body slightly perpendicular to his. My nipples were still slightly wet, still covered in his saliva. I leaned my weight onto my left arm and reached my right up to stroke his cheek. I traced his sexy goatee with my fingertip and leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips. I just kissed him twice, both just barely little pecks, before I lifted my head up slightly and moved further to the edge of the bed. My mouth was now hovering over his neck, and I decided to change the position of my body, finally resting my ass on the towel he was lying on. I leaned forward again and took a deep breath from my nose. I slightly parted my lips and let out my breath into his ear. I felt his body shudder, he liked that almost as much as I did. I reached my tongue out and softly licked the tip of his earlobe, and licked up the side of his ear. I brought my left hand up to his cheek and stroked his face as I moved my mouth down to his neck. I lightly kissed his neck once, twice, three times, before I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked over about an inch of space. I took in a very deep breath and let slow air out. He shivered slightly, but not enough for me. I licked again, getting more saliva on his neck now, and I took in another breath, this time deeper. I puckered my lips again as if I was about to whistle, and I blew out the air in my lungs, fast. He moaned and I felt his fingernails slightly dig into my arm, I hadn't even realised he was holding my arm until then. My left hand rose up to run my fingers through his now almost dry hair as I closed my mouth over his neck. I sucked his skin into my mouth, between my teeth, and I bit down slightly. He moaned again. Just as I was about to suck in more of his neck into my mouth, he posed a question I hadn't expected yet. "Can we move on, baby?" he asked, so quietly, I knew he wasn't sure if he should have asked or not. "Move on?" I replied as I lifted my head up from his neck and looked down at him. I wasn't really sure exactly how far 'moving on' meant. "Are we just doing foreplay for the sake of doing it, or are we preparing ourselves for more intense sensations?" his question shocked me slightly. I hadn't expected him to be so upfront with his wording. "I want you to make love to me tonight, Jason, I feel like I'm ready. Is that okay?" I really didn't want to spoil the moment by useless chatter, but I really needed to know if he was okay with this before we moved on. "Yes baby, I would love that. But if you change your mind, you just tell me, okay? I don't want to take you further than you're really ready to go, April," he replied. I nodded. "I'm ready though, I know I am," I replied and I leaned down to kiss him again. Just as our lips touched, there was a loud thunder-clasp outside and the lightning flashed. We both pulled away from the kiss and jerked our heads to look out the window; it had shocked both of us. It was weird, I thought the rain had stopped - and then for there to be a loud bang just after I practically promised him my virginity was just strange. It was almost like an official seal or something. After our heads came back to earth, we looked at each other again and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss started out slow, and I could tell when it started that this would be the kiss. The last kiss before I lost my virginity to the most amazing man on earth. Sure enough, just as my lips opened slightly to welcome his warm tongue into my mouth, he gently pushed me off of him and ended up rolling on top of me. His hands were on either sides of my shoulders, and his knees were on either sides of my hips. He was leaning down over me, kissing me sweetly and softly. I felt his tongue inside of my mouth, and mine inside of his. His tongue brushed against mine so gently; our French kisses were almost like flower pedals playing. Never, ever rough or lustful, but always so tender and so natural. I felt Jason begin to break the kiss, pulling himself downward, so he could access the rest of my body. Just as he broke the kiss, I said, "No sweetie, stay up here. Keep kissing me." He looked at me, slightly confused. "Am I going too fast? Do you want to slow down?" he replied, a slight hint of fear in his voice. "No baby, you're not. I just, well, I'm ready. It doesn't feel right if we have any more, interruptions I guess you could say. I want you to make love to me, so please, do it Jason." I smiled and he leaned down to kiss me. I had hoped that I gave him the correct message. "Proper" foreplay just didn't seem appropriate tonight. I felt his mouth open slightly and he stuck out his tongue just slightly. I broke the kiss we were sharing and I raised my mouth up to gently suck on his tongue. I sucked it into my mouth more and slightly held onto it with my teeth, sucking on the tip of it. He let out a deep breath, almost a moan, and then pulled his tongue out of my mouth, moving back down to me for another kiss. As our kiss was gaining intensity, he shifted his body so that he could move his knees in between my legs. He lifted his upper body slightly, urging me to follow him so that I did not break the kiss. I was now resting on my elbows, leaning my head forward to reach out and kiss him. His hands came down to rest on my inner thighs as he slowly spread my legs apart. I let his hands guide me. I felt him put one knee between my thighs, then slowly spread my legs more and finally put in the second one. He lowered his body over mine again, letting me lie back down on my back. I felt him get even more situated than before, making sure that he was comfortable and in the proper position. He kept trying to break the kiss, I knew how bad he wanted to move forward, to cross the barrier, but I wasn't as ready as I thought I was. I was nervous, butterflies were eating me alive it felt like, and I wanted to prolong this kiss as long as possible. Finally I decided that it was time, and I let him lean his face up off of mine. He looked down into my eyes. I knew he could sense my heart pounding. "Are you sure you're ready, honey?" he asked me. I knew what answer he wanted, but thankfully the answer I had intended to give was the same one he was seeking. I took a deep breath. "Yes, I'm ready," I replied, forcing a smile upon my face. He leaned down to kiss me on my forehead and it relaxed me slightly. He spread my legs just a tad bit more and pulled himself forward slightly. I felt his right hand move down to his cock, and he rubbed his cock up and down my open pussy. I could not help but moan. He moved his cock up to rub it on my erect clit, and it sent chills down my body, causing my back to slightly arch. He lowered his cock so it was level with my opening and then moved his hand back up to rub my cheek. He slightly pushed forward, putting a fair amount of pressure against my opening, but not enough to penetrate me just yet. I took in another deep breath as I felt him push forward more. He lowered his head down so it was level with my left ear. Just as I felt a sharp pain rush through my body, I heard his voice. "Your hair smells so good, honey. Your neck, mmm it's so soft baby. And your skin, it's so warm..." I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to distract me from the pain by giving me other things to think about - it wasn't working. He had only just barely pushed inside of me when I pushed down on his shoulders. "Shh, baby, stop, please," I said as gently as I could, so not to spoil the moment. He stopped and looked down into my eyes. I moved my hands up to his cheeks and moved his head so that it was just on top of mine. My nose was rubbing into the side of his nose, and his was doing the same with mine. Our lips were nearly touching, and our eyes were about an inch or so apart from each other. "Here. I want you right here, not saying a word, just embracing the moment, okay hun?" I leaned up ever so slightly to kiss him gently and then lowered my head back down. He smiled. "Right here I shall remain," he replied. I rubbed my nose against his in approval. My hands were on his shoulders, and I closed my eyes momentarily so that I could slightly push my hips up, reminding him where we were before we had stopped. I opened my eyes to find his staring back down to at me. He let out a small breath into my mouth as he moved his hand to my shoulder. He pressed down slightly with his thumb as he moved his hips forward a little more. I had hoped that he wouldn't push in a bit, then pull back out and push in more, I really wanted this to just be one continuous motion. It seemed like he could read what I was thinking through my eyes, because he did not stop. I felt him stretching me open to accept his cock, and it seemed like holding his shoulders in my palms helped remind me that what I was doing was a good thing. He kept his eyes locked on mine and I tried as hard as I could to keep mine open. I looked deeper and deeper into his eyes as I felt his cock penetrating me. He kept pushing, now at least two inches inside of me. I already felt full, but I knew that there was more to come. He pushed a little harder, causing another half inch of him to bury inside of me. I pressed my nails slightly into his shoulders and he rubbed his nose against mine, not even closing his eyes. He leaned down to kiss my lips quickly as more of him went inside of me. Like it had earlier in the night, time seemed to slow almost to a dramatic stop. I felt my pussy continue to stretch as his cock continued to make its' way inside of me. Three inches now, almost four, were buried in my tight, warm pussy. He pushed a little harder, and slightly faster, feeling like I was ready to take the rest of him. Almost there, just another half inch and he will be completely inside of me. A blink of his eyes, a grip on his shoulders from me, and he was all the way in. I let out a sigh, not necessarily of relief, but more of happiness from what I had just done. I smiled and gave Jason a quick little kiss. I was his now, his completely. He adjusted his body slightly so that he was more comfortable. He moved his thumb off of my shoulder, which had been pressing against my collar bone almost the whole time. Just as I was getting used to him being inside of me, and getting used to being filled up, he slowly began to pull out of me. It was an amazing sensation, like the light feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you touch something soft, like cat's fur. It was a truly unique feeling of elation, one that I knew I would never experience again. What was more special was that I knew Jason felt it, too. He continued to pull out, only intensifying the feeling. I took in a deep breath, my bottom lip quivering, as the last bit of him pulled out. I couldn't believe the feelings he had given me in just one stroke. He was completely pulled out of me, not even his head inside me anymore. "How did that feel?" he asked me, completely still, his mouth still only half an inch away from mine. "I, I couldn't describe it if I tried. It felt wonderful. Please, do it again," I urged him. He rubbed his nose against mine as he lowered his right hand again to pull his cock up so that it was level with my opening. He brought his hand back up and ran it down my eyebrow, down to my jawbone and further down to my chin. I smiled at the feeling, almost ticklish to me. He put his hand beside my neck and leaned the weight of his body on his arms. My hands were still on his shoulders, and I gave them a gentle squeeze, indicating to him that I was ready. He pushed his hips forward slowly. The second time he entered me was much easier than the first. This time I felt nothing but pleasurable sensations. I felt the amazing feeling of his cock spreading my pussy open, so that he could get inside of me. It seemed like this stroke was even more important than the first. With each new spot he touched, a new wave of intense feelings rushed through me. I shook myself back into reality and I realised he was only about two inches inside of me. God, this was so amazing. I closed my eyes, enjoying every precious second of Jason being inside of me. Further back he pushed, slowly and gently, and more doorways to pleasure he opened to me on his way. I could only hope that this was just as special for him as it was for me. I didn't want it to end, I wanted this one stroke to last forever. He was now only just a small bit outside of me, and I slightly pushed my hips forward, telling him I wanted it so badly. I opened my eyes as he pushed the slight bit he needed to until he was completely buried inside of me for the second time. He paused for a brief moment, lost in the sensation perhaps, before he started to pull back out. "No, stay there, please. Just for a second longer..." I quietly said. I grabbed his shoulders and I took in a deep breath. A huge shiver went through my body with that breath, and my pussy contracted around him involuntarily. I heard Jason take in a sharp breath and close his eyes quickly. "What? What is it?" I asked him. "That felt very, very good, sweetie," he replied, his eyes still closed. I took in another deep breath, this one even deeper than the first, and my pussy contracted again around his cock. He moaned this time. He opened his eyes slowly and moved his hips backwards, pulling out of me now. He pulled out a little faster now, only slightly, and it seemed to make the feelings more intense. I closed my eyes and didn't breathe for what must have been well over thirty seconds as he pulled out of me. He bit my bottom lip gently as he slowed down just before his cock head popped out of my opening. He stopped completely, pushing in slightly so that his head could remain inside of me. The feeling was almost indescribable, it was such a teasing feeling, yet a sensation of telling me what was to come. I wanted the rest of his cock inside of me again. "Do you want my cock inside of you again, hun?" Jason asked me softly, my eyes opening as he said this. I nodded. "Please." I laid my head back on the pillow, now soaking wet and cold from the water from my hair. I closed my eyes as I felt Jason move his head down to my neck and he started to push inside of me again. The third time was just as amazing as the first two. My whole body was tingling with all of these new feelings that I had never experienced before. Jason was nibbling on my neck, and gently kissing it as his cock invaded the depths of my pussy again. I pushed my hips up slightly as I curled my fingers into his shoulders. I moaned as I felt Jason pushed the rest of his cock inside of me. "Does that feel good, honey? Does my cock feel good inside of you?" he asked me, before going back to kissing my neck. "Yes, it does, Jason. It feels wonderful," I replied. I felt his tongue run up the side of my neck and then he blew back down. It sent a chill through my body and my pussy once again convulsed around his cock. He bit down on my neck as his response. He sucked in some of the skin from my neck into his mouth as he pulled out of me again. His pace was slightly faster, and it only took him a few seconds to pull all the way out of me. His right hand fell down to my pussy and he tapped my clit with his fingertip. My whole body trembled with desire, I was very close to orgasm, and I hadn't even really realised it. I didn't really think about how close Jason was, but I was sure that tonight we would cum together. After seeing the response from him playing with my clit for only a second or two, he rose his hand back up and he pushed inside of me again, a little bit harder this time. The last inch or so he shoved inside of me and I gave out a guttural moan. He pulled out again, just as quick as he had pushed in. Something was telling me that this speed would be the set speed for the night and it turned out that my instinct wasn't wrong. The pace never quickened or slowed from that, and with every gentle thrust inside of me, I was one step closer to orgasm, and this time I was sure Jason was as well. Sensations of the Beginning He continued to push inside of me and pull out, the feelings from the beginning never fading away or diminishing, but only intensifying even more so. I felt a fire beginning to build in my gut and I knew that I was only a few minutes away from orgasm. His strokes continued to maintain the same pace. I couldn't decide whether I liked the feeling of him pushing into me or him pulling out of me more; they were both so wonderful. Closer I was getting, and closer still. I couldn't believe that my body was able to take in all of these feelings all at once, it felt like every nerve in my body was starting to get tense. I tightened my pussy around Jason's cock. "If you do that again baby I'm going to cum," he said, barely catching breath enough to say the words. I moaned and pushed my hips up towards him. I took in another deep, deep breath and my pussy clasped around his cock urgently, my orgasm was shooting through me without me expecting it. My fingernails dug into Jason's back and my body froze in place. I felt Jason's cock begin to cum inside of me and it only enhanced my orgasm and took it up to the next level. I felt blood coming out of Jason's back where my nails were digging into him, and I felt my nerve endings almost stop working as my body seemed to go numb with pleasure. My eyes were clasped shut and my mouth was wide open in a silent scream. Slowly the feelings faded away and Jason stopped cumming inside of me. Jason pulled out of me, the feeling from his cock rubbing against my pussy walls still incredible. He regained his balance on his arms and bent down to kiss me. He rubbed his nose against mine as he broke the kiss and slowly rolled over to lie down beside me. Words couldn't even come to either of us, we just lied there next to each other and eventually fell asleep, our heartbeats calm and the butterflies inside of us sending us into dreamland.