I Didn't Want to Get Married

Andrew frowned, his brows going down over his well-sculpted nose. "I don't want to hurt you, (Y/N). I don't take any pleasure in the thought of you bleeding or being in pain-"

I shook my head. "-It’s not that I have some silly notion of sacrificing my virginity to you, Andrew! It's that I'm intimidated at the thought of doing it myself, that it’s going to hurt. I'd rather you help me with it, because..." I was blushing; embarrassed at having admitted I was afraid of the pain. "Well, when you're here I'm reminded of why I want to go through with it. I am, well… stirred, I figure you could help it… go more smoothly." I wrinkled my nose, unintentionally starting to pout. “I’m afraid I’ll chicken out on my own.”

Andrew looked concerned. "We don’t have to ever have sex, if-“

I was totally horrified at that suggestion! “-Yes we do! We most certainly do!”

Andrew smiled. “Very well, I guess I’ll get you, um, started, as it were. I, uh, I haven’t done this before, though, I’ve just heard about it. Just a moment, then."

He went to some drawers by the bed, and mucked around for a bit, eventually fetching a dark towel. He folded it in half. "Lift your hips."

Nervously, I watched him place the towel underneath me, knowing what it was for. Andrew caught my gaze. "Relax. Hopefully you won’t drown us with an arterial spray, but now, if you try, we’re prepared.” I giggled, and he squeezed my knee. “We can stop at any moment."

Andrew lay next to me, and pulled me to him for a slow, languid kiss. I reached to feel his smooth chest, and he took my knee and wrapped my leg around his.

When Andrew pulled away, leaving me in a daze of veritable fairy dust, his attitude was clearly more amenable to my schemes. “You are the Devil’s own temptation, (Y/N). My privates feel so heavy, it’s like they’re made of stone.”

Inquisitive, I reached down and wrapped a hand around Andrew’s shaft. Though not entirely as hard as stone, it was definitely quite admirably firm! I stretched a bit to grasp one of his testes, and gave it a little tug, making Andrew yip. “Gentle! Jesus, (Y/N), you must be very tender with those! They are sensitive, very sensitive-“

I looked at Andrew to gauge his reaction. “-Should I suck on your erection to help you forget your discomfort?”

Andrew’s eyes grew large. “Oh, uh... That sounds like something I would enjoy a very great deal. But remember what I said about men being sluggish after, um, they ejaculate?”

I nodded, catching on. “I see. You are trying to avoid passing out prematurely.”

Andrew turned red. “Uh, yes. But you don’t have to say that out loud, it’s impli-“

I rolled my eyes at his foolishness. “-Why not? It’s just us; who cares about such silliness? If you need me to avoid touching your member so that you feel like an adequate lover, then you just need to be forward about it. I don’t know these things.”

Andrew grinned. “You don’t have to avoid touching it entirely, really. But for the moment, I’m afraid, my focus is on you, and I mustn’t be distracted by your mouth around my nethers! This was at your request, as you may recall?”

I narrowed my eyes at Andrew, comprehending. “I see. So I may stroke it half-heartedly? I must watch for the warning fluid?”

Andrew snorted and rolled closer. “Just kiss me, you tantalizing lunatic!”

Things moved quickly then. Andrew was kissing me as a lover does, his tongue dancing in my mouth. Just as I had begun to catch my breath, I felt him nudge my thighs apart.

There! Again, Andrew was touching that place! I writhed as the delirium of tactile thrills returned, blooming wet and wanting more. Such a sensual thing I had never felt, this Paradise in Andrew’s arms, a slave to his heavenly touch!

In a carnal daze, I reached blindly for Andrew’s length with a hand and found it, awkwardly squeezing, working it, wanting to bring him even some small portion of the bliss he gave me. I heard him groan into my mouth as it throbbed in my hand, and the joy of pleasing him filled me alongside the euphoria his hand brought.

I felt Andrew shift, and he murmured. “I’m not going to do it yet, just feeling. I’ve heard all women are different.” He kept up his touch on that hallowed spot, and with his other hand, moved to my actual vaginal entrance!

Some part of me quivered with excitement, while another was struck with terror. I wanted to feel Andrew inside of me, as an experienced woman, especially knowing other women had already had his fingers inside of them. I didn’t want any of them to know him in a way I did not! And yet, I was frightened…

He kissed my neck as he slowly traced my opening with a finger. When he dipped it just inside, my thighs began to quiver, the pleasure was so intense! Unable to stifle the impulse, I thrust my hips at him, surprising him and making him grunt nervously. “Hold your horses, just a minute! Goodness!”

But suddenly I felt that urgent feeling again, as though I were up very high, even on a cliff. I began to tense. “Andrew… Andrew!” I stopped stroking him and gripped on to his back, sensing that this meant something. It felt so good! “Don’t, just... don't stop!”

He looked at me. “My firebrand-“ He bent to kiss me, and I kissed him back as the raw passion of orgasm suddenly overcame me again in thick waves. I felt Andrew’s finger sliding inside of me, into the very core of my womanhood, and instinctively I moved my hips up onto it, to receive his touch. I felt myself clench around his digit as I struggled for consciousness. I felt so incredibly full as he stretched me, filled me! I could feel him, pressing on me from the inside! My toes curled and I went completely limp in Andrew’s arms, unable to continue our kiss.

Notes

Well now! Looks like (Y/N) talked Andrew into fingering her through her sacred donut! Kudos, young lady!