Looking into her eyes, I smiled as I told her "Em, sweetheart, if you want me to make love with you — to give yourself to me your first time… I love you too much to say anything except yes, and that I'm honored that you would pick me."
Her expression immediately changed to one of sheer joy, and she asked me "Would… would it be okay if we did it tonight?"
I leaned over and gave her a tender kiss on the lips before answering "Of course it would, dear."
"What do I have to do?", she asked. From her tone, I knew that she wasn't afraid or worried -
she only wanted to know if and how she could help.
I smiled and kissed her again before answering "Just be you. We can just get each other ready like we usually do — except that you don't make me climax. I'll still help YOU have one so that it's as easy for you as it can be, and then we'll see if we can get me inside you."
She nodded her understanding, and I added "Honey, I'll go as slow and take as much time as I have to, so it's as easy for you as we can make it."
Smiling, she looked up at me in total confidence as she told me "I know you will, Gary."
I smiled back, then lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the lips; her returning kiss was just as soft, but more inviting. I responded by making the next touch of my lips to hers a bit more firm as I put my hand on her waist. Our kiss lasted longer, and grew more impassioned; when I felt her move slightly, I knew that she wanted my hand on her breasts. Our lips parted, and our tongues came out to get reacquainted even as I was cupping her warm mammary in my hand.
I have to admit that I was more than a little surprised at how quickly and easily her passion and desire increased; it wasn't but a few minutes before she was panting heavily enough that kissing her was nigh impossible — something that I didn't particularly mind, since it gave me the opportunity to move my head down so that I could begin an oral assault on her bust while my hand shifted to her thighs… and the area between them. It was short work to get her areolas puckered, and her nipples erect. I continued to nurse at her breasts while using the tips of my fingers to softly caress the insides of her thighs and the soft flesh of her mound. I'd managed to draw the pad of my finger across the damp entrance to her vagina a few times when she told me
"I want to use my mouth on you!"
I withdrew my hand from between her legs, and raised my head from her bust; it took only a moment for her to sit up and face me. I lay down, and barely had time to turn my head her direction before it was necessary to guide her leg as she moved it to the other side of my head.
After only a little fine-tuning of her position, Emma leaned forward and took my penis in her hand. Lifting it up, she took virtually all of it into her mouth — her lips were clenched around the base of it, and I could feel the breath from her nostrils tickling my balls.
Turning my attention to the view of herself she was presenting me, I saw that her clitoris was almost completely erect; her labia were already beginning to darken, and the area between them was starting to shine from her oils.
Before I could lift my head enough to get my tongue on her, she had started applying a gentle suction to my cock as she used her tongue to massage it. I could feel myself already starting to grow when I got my first taste of her. It took less time than usual for me to stimulate her into producing a nearly constant supply of her fresh female juices, and get her clit to shed its cloak. I was happily lapping at her opening when I realized that her enthusiasm for (and with!) my cock was something of a side-effect of her own increased arousal, and not an attempt to get me ready to enter her — something that I couldn't help wondering about, even while I was enjoying it.
Knowing that her excitement and desire were that strong, I knew that it wouldn't take long for me to bring her to an orgasm. I wanted to wait and try to enter her after she'd climaxed so that she would be as wet and relaxed inside as possible; I also hoped to be able to make the attempt while she was still mentally and emotionally "relaxed", too, so that she wouldn't get any more tense or nervous than could be managed. Still, I wasn't willing to penetrate her without her conscious agreement and awareness of what was happening — which meant that I was trying to walk a very fine line within a fairly narrow window of opportunity. I didn't figure that I'd have much more than a minute, perhaps as much as two, to not only start getting my erection into her, but get through her hymen, while causing her a minimum of pain. It was having my mind occupied with such thoughts that did more to keep me from enjoying what she was doing with her lips and mouth and tongue than any restraint she might have been showing.
Emma was having a dandy time sucking and licking my erect penis, keeping me hard despite the way my mind was occupied; what was left over of my attention was being applied toward collecting her delicious nectar and moving her closer and closer toward the release that both of us wanted her to have.
I was industriously fluttering the tip of my tongue across her clitoris when I felt her begin to tense up over me. I lightened and slowed my actions, building the tension in her so that her orgasm would be that much stronger; when her young body found the release she was after, the sudden arching of her pelvis could well have broken my nose if I hadn't managed to pull my head back enough when it started. She lifted her head, allowing my erection to fall from between her lips so that she could release a deep groan of pleasure even as I was lifting my head again to collect the increased flow of her essence. In the process of drawing my tongue across her opening, I took the opportunity to press the end of my tongue against it; I doubt that I penetrated her in the slightest, but the noise she made in response let me know that the attempts succeeded in intensifying her pleasure.
When the tensing of her body had faded, I could tell that she was left feeling a bit weak. Still, she was able to provide the energy needed to lift her body off of mine while I guided her to lay next to me — though "aimed" the opposite direction I was. After grabbing a pillow, I got myself turned around and stretched out next to her; lifting her head, I tucked the pillow underneath it so that she'd be comfortable before I took her into my arms. As I held her, I paid careful attention to how alert she was, as well as her physical state.
Much to my relief and pleasure, her alertness returned more quickly than her energy levels.
When the time seemed right, I moved myself over her, getting myself positioned between her parted thighs while holding myself over her on my knees and elbows. When I saw her eyes focus on me, I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before asking "Is it okay if I try to make love to you now?"
I immediately got her full attention, of course, and she looked into my eyes as she told me "Yes, Gary. I want you inside me."
When she felt me reach between us and take my erect cock between my fingers, she opened her legs even farther and raised her knees, tilting her pelvis up a little bit. I could feel that I still had a coating of her saliva on the end of my erect cock, so I angled it down and positioned it against the warm, wet ring of her opening. Pressing against her only enough to keep myself in position, I told her "The more you can relax yourself and let me in, the easier this will be for both of us, Em."
She nodded her head, I could feel her trying to relax herself where the head of my cock was pressed against her. I'd promised that I would go slow, and I did — increasing the pressure I applied against the entrance to her womanhood gradually, and in proportion to her efforts to relax. She did much better than I could have hoped for, and I could feel myself slipping through her tight ring; it couldn't have taken even a minute before the head of my erection was all the way inside her. I rocked my manhood back and forth a few times to make sure it was covered with her oils before beginning to carefully press myself even farther into her. Almost immediately, I reached the blockade of her maidenhead. When I didn't see any reaction from her to that initial contact, I pressed a little harder, then a little more — and suddenly felt myself push through it, accompanied by a small squeak from Emma. I stopped almost immediately, and when I looked down at Em, the expression on her face confirmed that she'd felt something; I wasn't quite sure what it had been because I didn't see any tears forming in her eyes, and she really didn't look like she was experiencing any pain.