I swear I didn’t understand the point of big breasts until his entire face lit up at the sight of mine.
More hard and fast kisses and we tumbled back into his low Japanese-style bed.
Somewhere inside the kissing frenzy, he peeled away his shirt and shoved out of his pants. Clothes came off until we were both down to our socks and underwear.
Excitement buzzed in my stomach when I saw the way his dick was tenting inside his briefs. There was no doubt about it now. He wanted me. He really wanted me.
And I wanted him right back.
I wasn’t sure how the next part would go, but Victor was my ocean, and I was ready to dive in.
He pulled a condom out of the nightstand drawer. Sat with his back to the wall and beckoned me forward with a downward hand.
I crawled over to him like a puppet on a string, watching entranced as he put on the condom. There were two heavy lines carved into the bottom of his abs, and they both seemed to be pointing at his erection. Long and just thick enough for me to be intrigued, not scared.
It strained between his legs after he got the condom on, and he stroked it a few times as if trying to keep it calm.
My throat dried with performance anxiety. Did it want to be touched? Maybe even sucked, like the girls on the internet?
I didn’t get a chance to find out. Victor pulled me in for another kiss as if that was way more important than what was happening between his legs.
Sometime during that kiss, my underwear went away too, and then there the both of us were. Naked except for the condom.
He leaned back to sign. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Sure,” I answered immediately. My heart was bouncing up and down in my stomach like a basketball.
He kissed me again, soft this time, as he lowered me down.
I soon found out why he said he didn’t want to hurt me. It wasn’t just him being caring and romantic. Sex with Victor was an invasion.
He went slow, but pain pierced through me as he entered my tight space.
I tried to keep my discomfort silent. But I think he knew. When he was all the way in, he gripped my waist a little tighter and kissed my shoulder, like he was thanking me for a gift.
Then he leaned back and signed, “How bad was it?”
I let out a shaky breath. “Fine. I’m fine.”
His expression became very serious. “Don’t lie to me. Everything bad that’s ever happened to me has been because someone lied. Promise me.”
My heart contracted at his words. I’d never seen Victor feel sorry for himself. He was one of those rare rich kids who realized how good he had it and didn’t complain. Even when he’d told me about his tongue, his expression had remained matter of fact, like “them the breaks.”
Whatever memory was driving him to say this in the middle of first sex must have run deep.
“I promise,” I signed in CSL. Like I was making a vow. The sign for PROMISE slid off my fingers. Easily.
Then I added, “My words don’t cheat,” remembering how he used those signs to sub in for “I swear” the night of our first kiss.
“It did hurt,” I admitted, still signing. “But it feels better now.”
Totally true. A combination of him taking a beat to check in with me and the memories of the first time we kissed had me feeling a lot more comfortable. My core tightened around his staff, like a hug.
A hug that wanted more.
He pulled me in close. And somehow, no words were needed after that. We instinctively started moving together. Finding a natural rhythm.
Before that moment, it wouldn’t have occurred to me to do anything but lie on my back like I’d seen in most movie depictions of first sex. But being on top was so much more comfortable. I loved the scrape of his skin against mine as we moved together. The way his invasion seemed to lay claim to my most secret place, filling me up.
A weird sensation began to rise inside of me. A bloom of beautiful color filling in a black and white sketch. I’d wanted to do this silently. It had seemed right somehow to match him in his muteness. But the unexpected burst of pleasure pulled his name from my mouth.
“Victor! Victor!” I cried out, my voice full of helpless wonder as I orgasmed for the first time ever with another person.
His pace had stayed slow and steady during the duration of our sex. I didn’t realize he’d been holding himself back until he began pumping so much faster inside me when I started to come. He gripped me tightly, his mouth in my neck as he frantically thrusted.
