Como puedes ver este cuento es en inglés, y es una muchacha contando su primera vez, en ningún momento dice con quien está pero se supone que es Abelito.

Rated: "NC-17" por que es de sexo

Estatus: Terminado

I was in the bathtub relaxing, thinking about nothing but at the same time about someone. I didn't realize I left the door open untill it was too late. The next thing I knew, he was coming in with me. I didn't know what to do, I just stared dumbfounded. I kept staring at him. He started to bend his head toward mine. Before I could react to anything, he kissed me!!! It was the happiest day of my life, and the saddest. I was so overwhelmed by his tenderness that I gave him all of me in the kiss. But at the same time I knew that he would only take what he could and leave what he was afraid of having; my heart!!! He started to caress me in my most volnurable spots. I never felt anything quite like it before. (I have to admit that I have never been touch by any man in souch an intimate way). I felt glorious and I revealed it in his touch. He started to quite softly kiss my forehead, eyelids, cheecks, lips, neck. Meanwhile his hands explored my body. He started to trail kisses down the valley between my breast... It took me by surprise when he took the nipple to my left breast in his mouth while his thumb and forefinger played with my right nipple. I thought I would die for the sensation I was having, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was beautifull, the way he made me feel... he stopped toying with my breast long enough to change breast. It was like he knew what I was feeling, because right before I thought I was going to explode, he stopped the task of playin with my breast completly. And to my joy he started to make a path of kisses down my middle, lingered long enough at my navel to kiss it and dip his toungue into it. I nearly jumped out of the tub... I was about to sit up because I wanted to give him the same pleasure he was giving me, he took me by my ankle and put my calvs over his shoulder, and then I knew I was in purgatory when he ever so lightly cupped my back side and brought it to his lips to make love to me with his mouth. I lost complete train of thought, all I could remember doing was hearing loud moans (I later came to ralize I was making them), and gripping his shoulder in case he decided to leave me there. At last he was done or so I thought... he put my legs down, stood up, and lifted me into his arms; I felt light as a feather. I was still in a dazed to even realize he was taking me to the enormous bed. He laid me down gently as if I were a new born baby. He started the whole mating ritual all over. We soon dried, but quickly got wet from our excertions. I wanted him to be inside of me but I was to timid to ask this of him. I decided to take what he gave and be happy with it. Then out of nowhere he opened my legs but only to put his finger inside of me to feel... But he didn't, couldn't stop; he kept going and going. He told me that I was so tight and that he was the happiest man on this earth because no man had ever touched me before. He also made a vow that he would be the only man ever to touch me... All I could do was cry, because his words meant the world to me. He knew when to love me with his fingers, and when he took his fingers out, he knelt down in between my legs, positioned himself and said that he was sorry for giving me pain, but promised that there would be pleasure too. It all happened so fast I didn't have time to react. I felt a burst of pain but I was more overwhelmed by the most beautifull feeling, pleasure!!! He started to move, at first I didn't quite get the rhythm, but soon enough I learned the step and it was marvelous. About ten minutes later we were breathing raggishly, he was still inside of me but I didn't care... I felt comfortable. I got an itch on my side and when I moved to scratch... bad move, who knew a man can have one orgasm right after another. All I heard was a loud moan and he started to move on me again. But this time I asked him to stop. He thought that I had regreted what we had done and took himself away. I felt empty. He was about to get off the bed when I grabbed his arm and asked him to lay down. I imitated every move that he played on me. I explored and ventured into unknown territories and was arrogantly pleased with my efforts when he groaned in pleasure. I surprised him when I took him into my mouth, I caressed and touched with my toungue. All I felt were his hands on the side of my head guiding my every move. But I wasn't going to let him take charge. I took him in my hands and let him free. I then sat on his middle and took him in my hand and guided him to me. I started to move slow at first, then faster and faster. Then he went still and held me tight so I couldn't move for a couple of minutes. I wanted to finish. I could feel the tension inside me building and I saw it was building for him too... I realized why he had done that when he finally let go of me. It helped you reach your climax and fall into paradise with ease... I thought that the night of passion was over untill he asked me to sit up right. (We were still joined). I did as I was told. He sat up too. Then I felt him grow inside of me. I knew what he wanted even before he held my waist, put his head in the hallow of my neck and started moving me ever so lightly. We made love like that with sweet patience for what seemed like hours, even though it had only taken half an hour... We came home to paradise together and stayed like that for hours untill I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the following morning... he was gone and I was sore and in pain. But the pain was barable, it felt like I had been stung by a bee... but I was more stung by his behavior. He left without saying good bye. I knew I only had myself to blame but I still couldn't hide the fact that I was hurt, much less denie the fact that I was crying... and then I woke up and realized it was all a dream.