He bowed his head, and with his tongue, he trailed a path down my stomach, past my belly button, not stopping until he was kissing my hip bone. After giving it a soft nip, he repositioned himself between my legs and lowered his head. My eyes widened when I realized what he was about to do. Then his tongue connected with my clit and I tensed. We’d done this countless times, and the intense pleasure still took me by surprise every time.

“Let me see you.” His whispered plea had my legs opening for him before I’d even registered his words. "It doesn't sound right calling your vagina a pussy, Sierra," he revered, his lips sensually kissing me in the most intimate of places.

"What?" I gasped just as his tongue darted out to taste me.

He gave me a once-over that had me squirming, and then, all too quickly, he pulled away. His head lifted and his eyes met mine.

"It's beautiful. Like a warm love sanctuary beckoning for my offering. And all I want to do is fill you up."

Even though I knew he was trying to be sweet, I couldn't help the giggle that escaped. "A love sanctuary?"

His eyes darkened as a wicked grin played at his lips. "My love sanctuary. Now, let me worship you."

As his head dipped back down, I closed my eyes and did as he’d asked. And I'm proud to report that he's the most excellent worshipper. His tongue worked its magic as he made his way down to my entrance and then back up again, circling my clit with expert precision. The way Jeremy sucked and licked and savored had me writhing beneath him. And when he added pressure to my clit with his thumb? I was done for. As my orgasm crested, my fingers tangled in hair and I couldn't help the way I tugged while I writhed beneath him.

My body was already spent and the night was just beginning. I wanted to lie there, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, but I couldn't. This was only the beginning, and I wanted to get Jeremy as primed and ready as he’d gotten me.

So, as I begrudgingly came down from my high, I slowly untangled my fingers from his hair. I whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from me and then watched in fascination as he placed them on his lips and leisurely sucked each one into his mouth as if he were savoring the taste of me. It was incredibly arousing, and I was eager to get my own taste of him.

Mustering up every ounce of confidence I had, I rose to my knees. My hands reached out and grasped Jeremy's, pulling him up with me. As I curled my arms around his neck, his erection rested on my belly. One hand slid up and curled in his hair, forcing his head down and allowing me to capture his lips. For the very first time, I tasted myself. My lips licked up the sweet, salty, exotic taste, and when I slipped my tongue into his mouth, I attacked, taking my fill in the most delicious swirling fashion. And Jeremy conceded defeat, giving me what I wanted.

"My turn," I whispered when I broke our kiss.

"Sierra—" he started, but I placed a finger on his lips.

"My turn," I insisted.

When I pushed him down onto the blanket, I gave him one last kiss on the lips before I settled in between his legs. Sure, I could've done my own exploring with my tongue, but I was more than ready, and judging by the size of his erection, so was he.

My hand expertly found the sinewy length of him, firmly gripping as my thumb gingerly explored the silky-soft head. Jeremy groaned, and a tiny drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip. It was powerful knowing I'd caused that. Desperate to taste him, my tongue swirled and laved the evidence of his arousal. It was intoxicating to taste his essence mixing with my own. Even more so was the way he tensed and released a harsh, uneven hiss as I took him deeper, until my lips were wrapped tightly around his rigid shaft.

Wanting to make him feel as good as he had made me, I sucked, licked, and pleasured him expertly until his hands were gripping my hair and his thighs stiffened, indicating he was achingly close to coming. With one last hollowed suck, I retreated, not ready for him to get off. At least, not when he wasn't inside me.

Just I was about to tell him that I was ready, Jeremy surprised me. His hands came to my waist, and in a flash, I was flipped onto my back with his body stretched out over mine. He leaned down and kissed me hungrily while he fingers found my entrance again. By the time he was done with me, I was drenched, a panting, wanton mess. I was so close when, all too soon, he pulled away.

"Jer," I breathed out in protest.

His heated expression told me that this wasn’t over though. Not in the least.

Nerves took flight in my belly as he reached across the blanket and dug his wallet out. He removed a condom, and when he turned back to me, his face was a mask of lust. And love.

"Sierra, are you sure?" he asked, and for a split second, I hesitated.

"I want you to make love to me, Jeremy. You've been my first for everything. And here and now, under the stars at our special spot, I'm giving you me. All of me."

I smiled at him as I mustered up as much confidence as I could. I’d seen and felt the size of him up close, and I won’t lie and say that the size of it didn’t give me a twinge of nervousness. A wave of apprehension washed over me as I wondered how it was going to fit, but I pushed that thought from my mind, knowing he’d take care of me, just as he’d been doing all our lives.

My legs inadvertently clenched together in anticipation of his touch, but he wasn't having it. When he pushed his knee down to separate my legs, I complied. One lone finger traced along my slit, and his eyes became hooded. I was primed and ready for him, and he wasn’t going to make me wait any longer.

He positioned himself at my entrance then laid his body down on top of mine. His left hand brushed the bangs out of my face before he cupped the side of my head. His eyes bored down into mine, and as he slowly slid the tip of his cock inside me, his eyes fluttered closed.

"I love you, Sierra," he whispered. "I love you."

My hands gripped his back and I held on for dear life, waiting for the pain to come. But he didn't move.

"Jeremy, what are you doing?" I asked, my fingers tapping on his back.

He lifted his head, opening his eyes, which were brimming with love and devotion. "You. This. Us. It's just… It's overwhelming. I had no idea how incredible it would feel to be inside you. And now that I am, I want to bury myself until I have no idea where I end and you begin. But damn, baby…I don't want to hurt you."

Tears pricked my eyes. Not from pain, but from love.

"It's going to hurt,” I said. “At least a little bit. I'm prepared for that."

"I'm not."

I smiled up at him. "Jeremy…it'll be worth it. I know. Now, shut up and make love to me."

And make love to me he did. Did it hurt? Of course. Was it worth it? Absofreakinglutely.

I learned that night that sex didn't have to be carnal and dirty or bring on ten orgasms. Sure, sex like that would come, and it’d be amazing, but that night? That isn’t what we experienced. The night Jeremy and I had sex for the first time was us connecting ourselves in the most intimate way possible. We were giving ourselves to each other. I was showing him that I trusted him with my whole self—heart, body, and soul—and in turn, he was showing me he'd always take care of me. Always protect me and put my needs first. Always love me.

It was everything I’d never imagined. In fact, it was kind of the complete opposite. Instead of spine-tingling, toe-curling passion, it was over quicker than expected, and the pain was more intense than the pleasure. But, with every stroke of Jeremy’s fingers, every steady departure and hesitant thrust, his movements emanated the love he had for me. The utter devotion, the cautious, tender way he touched and took me. It was absolute perfection. It was exactly what every girl's first time should be like.