The key turned heavily in the lock, and as the door swung open, the smell of fresh paint washed over them—a promise. Lina breathed in deeply, letting the scent sink into her lungs. After years in cramped shared apartments with thin walls, this was her domain. She stepped inside, her footsteps echoing on the bare parquet floor. Jonas followed her, a bottle of red wine in his hand, and set it on the windowsill. “Your kingdom, princess,” he said softly, and she smiled.
The First Evening in Her Own Four Walls
The moving boxes were still piled up, but the bed was set up—a simple frame, the mattress still in plastic wrap. Lina tore off the plastic covering, a sharp sound in the silence, and smoothed the fresh sheet. With her fingertips, she stroked the fabric until not a single wrinkle remained. Jonas leaned against the doorframe, watching her. “Are you ready for the first night?” His voice sounded rough, and her heart skipped a beat.
She nodded, reached for two glasses from the dish cabinet. The glass was cool as she poured the wine—a light red that had been allowed to breathe in the carafe. They sat down on the edge of the bed, their shoulders almost touching. His hand found hers, warm and dry, turned it over, stroked the lines of her palm. “You’re trembling,” he stated.
“I’m excited,” she confessed. It was the first time she said it out loud, but with him it felt right. No fear, just a tingling under her skin that had accompanied her all day. She sipped the wine, let it dissolve on her tongue, and set the glass down.
Approaching Under the Starry Sky
Jonas set his glass on the floor and gently pulled her into his arms. She nestled against him, feeling the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. He kissed her neck, a touch as light as a feather, and she let her head fall back, offering him her throat. The wine warmed her from the inside, but that was nothing compared to the fire blazing in her belly.
His hands slid under her shirt, stroked her back, tracing each vertebra. She dug her fingers into his shirt, felt the fabric under her nails. “I want this,” she whispered, and he paused, looking deep into her eyes. “Are you sure?” She nodded, and he kissed her—soft, exploring, as if he wanted to discover every nuance of her lips. Her mouth opened under his, and his tongue found hers, a dance of hesitation and desire.
They helped each other undress. Her t-shirt fell to the floor, his shirt followed. His gaze burned on her skin, hot and hungry. He caressed her breasts, first tenderly, then more demandingly, and she let out a soft moan. His thumbs circled her nipples until they stiffened under his touch. “So beautiful,” he murmured, and she pulled him closer, wanting to feel his skin against hers. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, an electric shiver. She slid her hands into his pants, felt his hard length under the fabric. He pulled them off, and then they stood naked, facing each other, separated only by the cool evening air drifting in through the open window.
But instead of immediately falling onto the bed, Jonas paused. He took her hand and led her to the window. The sky above the city was clear, countless stars twinkling. “Look,” he whispered. Lina leaned against him, feeling his naked skin against her back. The wind brushed over her body, making her nipples even harder. She shivered, but not from cold. His hands settled on her hips, pulling her tight against him. She felt his arousal, hard and warm between her buttocks. He leaned forward, kissed her shoulder, then down her spine. Each kiss was a small fire exploding on her skin. She let her head fall back, offering him her neck. His tongue traced the line of her jaw, then down to her ear. “I want to taste you,” he murmured, and his hands moved from her hips to her breasts, massaging them gently. She moaned softly, turned in his embrace. Now they stood facing each other, their bodies only a heartbeat apart. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him into a deep kiss. Their tongues met, explored, tasted. At the same time, their hands began to wander, over his back, his ass, his thighs. She felt the tension in his muscles, quivering under her touch. He lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his hips, and he carried her to the bed.
The First Time
They sank onto the bed, the fresh sheet smelling of lavender. His hand wandered lower, over her belly, to the damp hair between her legs. She flinched when he touched her, and he slowed down, circled with his fingers until she opened like a blossom. Her moisture dripped onto his fingers, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. “Please,” she breathed, and he understood.
But he wasn’t ready yet. He bent down, his tongue found her clit, circled it with flat, wet strokes. She arched up, grabbed his hair, pressed him tighter against her. He dove into her, drank her juice, let her dissolve on his tongue. Her breath became shallower, her hips moved in rhythm with his tongue. She felt the tension building, her body drawing toward a peak. But he stopped, lifted his head, looked at her. “Not yet,” he said softly, and she laughed breathlessly. “You tease.” He grinned, sat up, pulled her onto his lap. Now she rode him, his cock slid into her, and she felt him fill her. Her hands on his shoulders, her pelvis circled slowly. “Yes,” she moaned, and he grabbed her hips, helping her find the rhythm. Deeper, faster, her breasts bouncing before his eyes. He leaned forward, took a nipple in his mouth, sucked until she cried out. The combination of his lips and the friction deep inside her pushed her to the edge. She felt her inner muscles clench, a wave rolling over her. She screamed his name, her whole body tensed, then she let go, quivering on top of him while he held her, carried her through her orgasm.
Then he gently laid her back on the bed, and their eyes met. In his eyes was something tender that touched her deep in her heart. He positioned himself over her, his hands on her hips. She looked directly into his eyes as he slowly entered her. A brief, sharp pain that quickly faded, replaced by a feeling of fullness that overwhelmed her. She clutched his shoulders as he moved inside her—first hesitantly, then deeper, with each thrust more. Her hips rose to meet him, and
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