Our first time. I choose how we start.

You choose how we finish. I’d kiss you, slowly, fighting the urge to rush. The first time should be slow and enjoyed. My lips would follow the line of your jaw up to your ear, measuring out the distance in light kisses. My tongue would then dart out give your earlobe a quick flick before I took it into my mouth, sucking it gently. My hands would caress your body, slowly finding their way to your breasts. I’d cup the, rub them, feel your nipples growing hard between my fingers. I want to hear you gasp as I kiss my way down to them.

I want to hear you moan as I take them into my mouth and gently suck them. I want to undress you with care: Slowly popping each button of your shirt open then removing it over your head. Next your bra, my hot breath on the back of your neck as I unclasp it, your nipples hardening in the air. And then your jeans, I reach my strong arm around your waist and unbutton them. I find the zipper pull and pull down, the zipper teeth parting over your panties. I let your jeans fall at a heap at your feet, my hands momentarily resting at you yoyr cotton covered hips. Then I help you our of each leg. Each item I remove I fold carefully at the foot of your bed. I pinch the corners of you panties and pull then down, kissing along your spine as I go. Then I step in front of you and admire you. Exposed. Finally. I want to feel you shudder when I kiss down your body to lap at your tight little pussy. I want to taste you on those pink lips, licking up your juices, drinking you. I want to feel your clit become stiff and hard as I slowly tease you. I'd tongue you, drink you, lapping you up. I'd part your lips and tongue fuck you until you begged me to let you come. I wouldn't of course. Not right away. I’d instruct you to lie on your bed. I'd remove my shirt, but leave my jeans on. My thick cock would strain against the zipper. I bet my boxers would be soaked through with my pre-cum. I bet you'd love for me to let my cock out and maybe I would eventually let it out but not before you were weak from orgasm. I'd slide it out through my open zipper and rub it against you, painting your thighs with my pre-cum. Of course if you reached for it, I'd have to put it away. It would be so hard to stuff if back into my jeans, but I'd want to tease you. I'd want to make you crave it.