CHAPTER 38: CH 38: FIRST TIME [R18].

The bra loosened, straps falling an inch from her shoulders. She let it slide down her arms, not hurried. The lace caught for a moment at her elbows—then it fell.

Before he could really see her, her hands flew up to shield her chest. She tilted her face to side— her cheeks bubbling red as she avoided all eye contact.

Even as this was her idea, she was still a little hesitant— cautiously so.

Aegon realized he’d have to take the lead here or maybe just maybe... He didn’t care anymore about hiding want.

He grasped her wrist, fingers curling firmly, possessively, but not unkindly. "You’re still hesitating?"

She looked up, lips trembling, eyes glassy, and slowly let him move her arm aside but still refused to keep eye contact with him.

Finally, he saw them.

There they were—real, impossibly close. Breasts that made every fantasy he’d ever had feel like a child’s sketch of desire.

Her nipples were a soft rose-gold, tight in the chill of the room and the weight of his gaze. She wasn’t small.

No, there was a generous fullness to her that begged for hands and lips, a softness that seemed made to be touched, adored.

He reached out, the back of his hand brushing against the outer curve of her right breast, savoring the warmth of her skin. Fingertips traced the slope up toward her nipple, and her breath caught audibly.

"Hnnnn..." Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling, body going rigid at first. Her chest rose, trembling slightly as her breath came shallow and fast.

He leaned forward, mouth parted, drawn like a starving man, and let his lips brush her skin, tasting her for the first time.

"Mmh—!"

She gasped, sharp and surprised, her body shivering as he opened his mouth wider and enveloped her nipple. Aegon groaned into her, tongue circling, drawing her into him slowly but insistently.

"Innghh."

Her moans only spurred him, her whimpers turning into breathless little cries as his hands cupped her breasts, palms pressing, fingers splaying possessively.

"Aahhh... haahn..." Her back arched subtly, hips shifting, knees twitching inward.

His tongue flicked against the tip before pulling away just enough to lick slow circles around the aureole. She flinched—her toes curled tight into the ground as though trying to root herself, her fingers finding his hair and threading into it, gripping lightly at first, then harder as her breathing grew ragged.

He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked, switching to her other breast, drawing soft wet trails between them. Her moans became low and continuous.

"Haah... nghh... aah, yes... th-that’s... Just like that," she gasped, and for the first time, her voice had no hesitation in it. Just need. Pure, quaking need.

Minutes passed like seconds. She trembled under his mouth, her body tense at first, but then, slowly, like melting wax, she relaxed.

Her hands softened in his hair, stroking gently. She smiled—a fragile, trembling smile that felt like a sunrise.

She looked down, cheeks flushed deep, breathing still rapid. Her eyes locked on his, and something mischievous passed through her.

"You could be handsome... if you cut your hair. And if you had more money but that’s true for a lot of people."

’This girl. Fuck.’

His hands slid down, fingers grazing her sides until they found her hips. And then he lifted her. Just like that. Effortless.

Her gasp was sharp, surprised, legs kicking slightly as he hoisted her up and carried her to the porcelain sink behind us.

Her breath caught again for the chill of the glass, but she didn’t hesitate. She lifted her legs gracefully, her thighs opening slowly.

She leaned back on her hands, her eyes never leaving his.

"You want to do it?" She asked, a teasing glint flashing in her eyes. "Or should I?"

He stepped in between her thighs, hands already moving, sliding under her skirt. "I’ve got this."

She froze for a moment, not really believing he would do it. And then—she exhaled, leaning back further, trusting.

He reached inside, fingers slipping beneath her waistband, finding the soft cotton warmth of her panties.

"Ah..." She let out, just a breath of sound, barely a word, more like a sound of surrender.

His hand slid around her thigh, wrapping her leg around his forearm as he pulled. Her panties slid down slowly, dragged over the softness of her hips, thighs, knees.

He dropped to one knee to trace them down her calves. Kissing her shin on the way.

She lifted one foot, then the other. He tossed them onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

His hands went back to her thighs, spreading them gently, eyes fixed between them. Her folds were slick, glistening with her arousal, her scent heady and irresistible.

Her clit peeked from beneath its hood, swollen, needy. He could see how wet she already was, even without being touched.

She didn’t even hesitate anymore seemingly having made up her mind fully as she allowed him to see her pink folds no one had ever seen before.

She was panting now, one hand clenched into the edge of the sink, the other slowly reaching for him. Kissed the inside of her thigh, and she shuddered violently. A broken cry spilled from her lips. "Ahh—nnnngh!"

He didn’t wait. He couldn’t. His tongue slid out and found her, pressed flat against her sex, lapping slowly upward. Her taste hit him like lightning. Salty-sweet, warm, earthy, alive.

"F-fuck—hahhh—!"

She cried out, fingers flying back into his hair as her hips bucked forward. "D-don’t stop... don’t—"

He licked, sucked, drew slow tight circles around her clit, then flattened the tongue again, savoring the way she twitched, the little cries she couldn’t hold in.

Her thighs tried to clamp around his head, but he held her wide, open, laid bare. She was falling apart, beautifully so.

He pulled back just slightly, panting, eyes glazed. "You taste even better than you smell."

Her voice was wrecked when she whispered, "You’re insane..."

"Only a little," he said, and kissed her again—on her clit this time, soft, slow, gentle.

And she shattered.

Her moans came in gasps, then cries, then near-screams. "Ahhh! Nnn-haahhh—oh God—oh God! I’m—!"

Her orgasm hit right after, thighs trembling violently, hips bucking, hands digging into his hair, pulling, holding, sobbing his name.

And he held her through it, licking, kissing, letting her ride every last tremor out against his mouth, until her body sagged backward, boneless, breathless, blissfully undone.

"Ahaa... ahhh-hn... mmnh! Haaah... f-fuck, this is... amazing..."

Her voice was thin and shaky, legs twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm, the first real one she’d ever had—real, deep, and wracking.

Her fingers were tangled in his hair, still trying to process the flood of pleasure pulsing through her body like heat lightning.

He leaned back slowly, lips glistening, tongue flicking across them to taste her one more time. She was salt and honey and skin, sweet and musky and completely addicting.

Her chest rose and fell in ragged waves, breasts marked by kisses and suckling mouth, each nipple still pebble-hard.

Her wide eyes found his, half-lidded with pleasure. Her lips trembled. He could see her trying to form words, maybe to joke, maybe to protest, but her breath caught again as her thighs shivered.

One last ripple of orgasm danced through her, drawing out another helpless moan. "Mmmhhh—ahnnn...!"

Aegon was hard. painfully so. He stood there trembling, fists clenched, panting like he’d run ten blocks. He was past desperate.

He needed inside her. Needed her warmth, her wetness, her fucking everything.

He yanked the pants and briefs down in one frantic motion, and his cock sprang free—hard as rebar, flushed deep red, thick veins straining, a clear bead of precum already glistening at the tip.

She stared. Then gulped, audibly. Her eyes dropped to his cock and stayed there.

"Oh... wow."

His whole body was trembling. He reached for her ankles and lifted her legs, parting them wider, positioning himself right at her entrance—so close the heat of her kissed the tip.

Without even waiting for her nod. He was so far past asking permission. But then...

His heart thudded. Vision narrowed. Blinked again like a drunk trying to sober up, but her words only made the pressure in his dick worse.

"You’re a virgin," he reminded her, voice hoarse.

She smiled again, lips curling with that kind of wild, end-of-the-world surrender. "Not anymore."

Then she looked straight at him, eyes bright with tears and fire and lust. "Just fuck me already."

He groaned out loud as he gripped her left thigh, not gently. His cock throbbed as he lined it up against her soaked entrance, the heat of her unbearable.

She was beautiful. Every part of her. From her flushed face to her sweat-slick chest, to her softly curved belly, and lower... oh, god, her cave. It was perfect. Soft pink, dewy and inviting, slick with her arousal, glistening in the low bunker light like nectar.

He unconsciously just stared for a second, watching it flex with each little tremor of her legs, watching the little winks of muscle like it was already calling for him.

This was madness. Beautiful, surreal madness.

He looked up one last time. She nodded, lips parted, chest rising in anticipation.

Then he pressed forward.

The head pressed against her folds, gliding between them as they parted around him, soft and slick with anticipation.

Her body stiffened under his touch, her breath catching in her throat, a tiny whimper breaking from her lips. Her thighs trembled, spread wide on either side of him, barely able to stay open from the tension winding her muscles tight.

But she didn’t say no. She didn’t push him away. Her hips trembled, her chest rose in short, high breaths, but her hands stayed where they were— clenched at the edges of the table, knuckles pale, nails biting into the wood.

"I’m going slow," he whispered. "Just breathe."

He pushed forward with the barest of pressure, and even that—just the swollen head slipping into her untouched entrance—made her gasp.

"Nghhhh!"

Her whole body jolted.

She arched her back sharply, hips trying to twist away from the sudden invasion, but he held her steady.

His cock pulsed hard, wrapped already in heat, her inner muscles clutching around him like they didn’t know how to let go.

"It... it burns—ahh!" She cried out, tears already beginning to bead at the corners of her eyes.

Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, sweat blooming across her brow. He could see the panic in her expression fighting the pain, could see her grit her jaw against the pressure.

Aegon moved slowly, rolling his hips forward an inch deeper.

"Ahhhnnn—!"

Another sob broke loose.

Tears ran freely now down her cheeks, dripping onto the sink below. Her arms trembled, but still she held on, nails gouging the edge of the sink.

His cock slid deeper, her virgin pussy stretching so tightly around him that his vision darkened at the edges. The heat was insane—wet, pulsating, wrapped so snug it felt like he was being devoured inch by inch.

He could feel the resistance, the tight muscle clenching down hard, unaccustomed, unprepared.

"A—Almost there. Just a little more. You’re opening up," Aegon grunted, trying his best to hold back his release. This was too hard.

She shook her head, sobbing quietly, but her hips didn’t pull away.

Then he felt it—her hymen, a taut barrier straining against his tip. Hepaused.

His breath trembled as he gripped her hips tighter. "I’m gonna end it. One push."

She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. He pulled back, just a bit, then pushed forward—strongly.

Her whole body locked up.

"Aaaaahh—ngghhhhmnnn!!"

She cried out so loud it echoed off the room’s walls, her legs losing strength.

The back of her head hit lightly the table, her hands fumbling, grasping blindly at the edges for support as his member broke through.

He was in. All the way.

Her cave clenched tight around the full length of him, spasming uncontrollably, torn, raw, blood-slick and trembling. He stayed still, panting, both of us frozen in the throes of it.

Her virgin blood trickled slowly, dark and glistening, down the length of his dick. Some smeared across her inner thighs.

Some splattered in bright drops onto the sink and the floor below, tiny beads of red marking her first time.