First (Nellie / Peter)
From Nonny - Okay, so would you do young Nellie and Peter, about to do it for the first time, and Nellie admits she's a virgin cause she wanted Peter to be her first and she's scared he won't want to have sex anymore but he comforts her and then they have a nice sweet frickety frack? :D
Rated: M
Neither of them knew how it happened. One moment they’re laughing about something stupid and the next moment, his lips are on hers and his tongue demanding all her attention. Nellie’s not a passive party either. Her hands release their grip on his hair, sliding down his back making him shudder. His hands slip under her shirt, dancing across her soft belly and toys with the navel piercing she got a year back on a stupid date.
“Peter!” she gasps when he strokes her through her bra.
“I want you.”
“No!” Nellie pushes him off of her and quickly moves to adjust her shirt, heat rushing to her cheeks. She cringes when she sees the look on his face. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s fine.” Peter leaves her in the room, mumbling something about getting them water and she hears him slamming the refrigerator door shut. He tosses her a bottle which feels like ice in her hot, clammy hands.
“Peter,” she sighs, picking at her nails. “I didn’t mean it like that. I want you too.”
“Oh sure, I can tell from the way you constantly push me away.”
“Please don’t be mad. I really do want you.”
“Then what’s with all the shoving?”
“I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
“I won’t be good enough.” Her voice’s so small he almost missed it. “You…there were a lot of girls before me. I’ve never…I’m a virgin,” she confesses almost shamefully.
Peter couldn’t believe his ears. “What about Henry?”
“Henry and I…we never…it never happened. It didn’t feel right with him. He’s not the one I want. You’re the one I want but I’ll never be like those girls you’ve had.”
“Like hell you will!” he says with a snort. “I don’t even remember their faces! They were just meaningless sex. You’re not! You’re…my Nellie. I can fuck any woman,” he confesses and she rolls her eyes. “But you’re the only one I want to make love to.”
“You want to make love to me?”
“Yeah, ‘cause…you know, I love you.”
Peter looks away awkwardly, running his hand through his already messy hair. She grabs his face and smiles into the kiss. “I love you too.”
Nellie feels his grin against her lips as their kiss grows. Their hearts begin hammering in their chest again and their hands start roaming their bodies unrestrainedly. She tugs him to lie on top of her and he pulls away abruptly. He looks at her with wild eyes, his lungs straining to take in more oxygen and he feels a certain part of him straining heavily against the seam of his pants.
“Nell,” he breathes, stroking her hair. “I didn’t tell you I love you just so you’d have sex with me. We don’t have to do it. I can wait as long as you want me to.”
“We’ve waited long enough,” she whispers, running a finger down his furry jaw. “I want you to make love to me, Peter.”
A wide smile spreads across his face and she finds herself smiling too. “We’ll only go as far you want me to.”
“I know.” As a show of complete trust, she pulls her shirt over her head and looks up at him shyly.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against her skin, taking pleasure in his hands stroking her bare skin. She’s soft and warm, and he just can’t get enough of her. He takes his time peeling her clothes off her, making sure she’s comfortable and he tosses the last of her clothes aside, he can’t help but stares at her naked form under him.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Shouldn’t you be naked too?” she asks, completely uncomfortable with the attention.
Peter smirks and tugs his clothes off, leaving on his boxers on before turning his attention back to her. He spends the rest of his time, kissing and stroking her until she’s panting beneath him. His fingers brush against her inner thighs and she gasps. His hand stills and he watches her carefully, ready to pull away but instead she raises her hips slightly.
Nellie cries out at the new sensation that assaulted her senses when he gently pushes his finger into her. When he curls his finger inside of her, brushing against whatever it is that has her feel like she’s flying through the air, she bites her lip to stop herself from screaming and risk waking their neighbours.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, Nell,” he confesses breathlessly, “you feel so good…so wet.”
“Do it,” she tells him between breaths.
He didn’t need her to say it again. She watches as he kicks his underwear off with wide eyes then looks away bashfully. “You can look, you know?” he murmurs but kisses her so she doesn’t need to answer him.
He watches her carefully as he slowly slides himself into her. While it’s not the searing pain she had thought it would be, it’s still a dull ache that is really bothering her. “I’m sorry,” he groans and buries the last of himself within her. He peppers kisses all over her face. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t move.”
“It’ll get better when I move. Trust me.”
Nellie blinks away the tears in her eyes and nods. True to his words, as he begins moving, the annoying pain gives way to a new surge of pleasure. “Come for me,” he pants as he manoeuvres her to lock her ankles behind his back. He feels himself getting closer to the edge and he needs to not be the first one to come tonight.
With one last thrust and his finger massaging her pearl, she feels as if fireworks exploded inside of her. She thinks she hears herself chanting his name as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Vaguely, she feels Peter collapsing on top of her with a groan of her name and she blushes deeply when she finally realising what they had just done. She sighs sleepily into his chest when he collects her into his arms.
“You all right, babe?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I should be thanking you,” he jokes and she giggles. “I love you, Nellie.”
“Love you too,” she whispers back. “Now let me sleep.”
“I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Rated: M
Neither of them knew how it happened. One moment they’re laughing about something stupid and the next moment, his lips are on hers and his tongue demanding all her attention. Nellie’s not a passive party either. Her hands release their grip on his hair, sliding down his back making him shudder. His hands slip under her shirt, dancing across her soft belly and toys with the navel piercing she got a year back on a stupid date.
“Peter!” she gasps when he strokes her through her bra.
“I want you.”
“No!” Nellie pushes him off of her and quickly moves to adjust her shirt, heat rushing to her cheeks. She cringes when she sees the look on his face. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s fine.” Peter leaves her in the room, mumbling something about getting them water and she hears him slamming the refrigerator door shut. He tosses her a bottle which feels like ice in her hot, clammy hands.
“Peter,” she sighs, picking at her nails. “I didn’t mean it like that. I want you too.”
“Oh sure, I can tell from the way you constantly push me away.”
“Please don’t be mad. I really do want you.”
“Then what’s with all the shoving?”
“I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
“I won’t be good enough.” Her voice’s so small he almost missed it. “You…there were a lot of girls before me. I’ve never…I’m a virgin,” she confesses almost shamefully.
Peter couldn’t believe his ears. “What about Henry?”
“Henry and I…we never…it never happened. It didn’t feel right with him. He’s not the one I want. You’re the one I want but I’ll never be like those girls you’ve had.”
“Like hell you will!” he says with a snort. “I don’t even remember their faces! They were just meaningless sex. You’re not! You’re…my Nellie. I can fuck any woman,” he confesses and she rolls her eyes. “But you’re the only one I want to make love to.”
“You want to make love to me?”
“Yeah, ‘cause…you know, I love you.”
Peter looks away awkwardly, running his hand through his already messy hair. She grabs his face and smiles into the kiss. “I love you too.”
Nellie feels his grin against her lips as their kiss grows. Their hearts begin hammering in their chest again and their hands start roaming their bodies unrestrainedly. She tugs him to lie on top of her and he pulls away abruptly. He looks at her with wild eyes, his lungs straining to take in more oxygen and he feels a certain part of him straining heavily against the seam of his pants.
“Nell,” he breathes, stroking her hair. “I didn’t tell you I love you just so you’d have sex with me. We don’t have to do it. I can wait as long as you want me to.”
“We’ve waited long enough,” she whispers, running a finger down his furry jaw. “I want you to make love to me, Peter.”
A wide smile spreads across his face and she finds herself smiling too. “We’ll only go as far you want me to.”
“I know.” As a show of complete trust, she pulls her shirt over her head and looks up at him shyly.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against her skin, taking pleasure in his hands stroking her bare skin. She’s soft and warm, and he just can’t get enough of her. He takes his time peeling her clothes off her, making sure she’s comfortable and he tosses the last of her clothes aside, he can’t help but stares at her naked form under him.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Shouldn’t you be naked too?” she asks, completely uncomfortable with the attention.
Peter smirks and tugs his clothes off, leaving on his boxers on before turning his attention back to her. He spends the rest of his time, kissing and stroking her until she’s panting beneath him. His fingers brush against her inner thighs and she gasps. His hand stills and he watches her carefully, ready to pull away but instead she raises her hips slightly.
Nellie cries out at the new sensation that assaulted her senses when he gently pushes his finger into her. When he curls his finger inside of her, brushing against whatever it is that has her feel like she’s flying through the air, she bites her lip to stop herself from screaming and risk waking their neighbours.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, Nell,” he confesses breathlessly, “you feel so good…so wet.”
“Do it,” she tells him between breaths.
He didn’t need her to say it again. She watches as he kicks his underwear off with wide eyes then looks away bashfully. “You can look, you know?” he murmurs but kisses her so she doesn’t need to answer him.
He watches her carefully as he slowly slides himself into her. While it’s not the searing pain she had thought it would be, it’s still a dull ache that is really bothering her. “I’m sorry,” he groans and buries the last of himself within her. He peppers kisses all over her face. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t move.”
“It’ll get better when I move. Trust me.”
Nellie blinks away the tears in her eyes and nods. True to his words, as he begins moving, the annoying pain gives way to a new surge of pleasure. “Come for me,” he pants as he manoeuvres her to lock her ankles behind his back. He feels himself getting closer to the edge and he needs to not be the first one to come tonight.
With one last thrust and his finger massaging her pearl, she feels as if fireworks exploded inside of her. She thinks she hears herself chanting his name as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Vaguely, she feels Peter collapsing on top of her with a groan of her name and she blushes deeply when she finally realising what they had just done. She sighs sleepily into his chest when he collects her into his arms.
“You all right, babe?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I should be thanking you,” he jokes and she giggles. “I love you, Nellie.”
“Love you too,” she whispers back. “Now let me sleep.”
“I’ll be here when you wake up.”