“I can’t believe it’s really our key,” Sina said, letting go of the handle. The keychain jingled in her hand like a promise.
Lukas grinned. “Yeah, baby. Ours. No roommates, no parents, no one suddenly walking in.” He took her hand and pulled her over the threshold. The apartment smelled of fresh paint and the wood of new furniture—a scent of new beginnings. The evening sun cast long, golden shadows through the curtainless windows, painting streaks of light on the bare floor.
They set down their bags. Sina let her gaze wander: the cozy living room with the pull-out sofa, the open kitchen, the small hallway leading to the bedroom. Her heart beat faster, a wild drumroll under her ribs. She knew what she’d been looking forward to for months—and now that the moment had come, she hesitated. The anticipation burned under her skin.
“Lukas?” she said softly. “I’m nervous.”
He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, right on the sensitive fabric of her T-shirt. “Me too. But we have time. We can do everything however you want.” His voice was a warm whisper at her ear.
She turned around. His eyes were soft, his smile reassuring. They just stood there, foreheads touching, breathing in the same warm scent—his deodorant, her shampoo, the fresh wood of the apartment. A silence louder than any word.
The First Touch
“Show me our bedroom,” she whispered. He took her hand and led her down the hall. The room was small but bright. The bed wasn’t made yet; the mattress lay bare on the slatted frame, a blank canvas. It felt strange, so unfinished, but also exciting. Lukas let go of her hand, pulled the sheet from the box, and spread it out together with her. They were silent, their movements synchronized, a quiet dance. When the bed was ready, they stood facing each other, knees almost touching. The air between them crackled.
“Can I undress you?” he asked. His voice sounded rough with desire, a deep growl that sent a shiver down her spine. Sina nodded. She raised her arms, and he grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it slowly over her head. The fabric rustled, her skin prickled as the cool air hit it. He dropped the T-shirt and touched her shoulders, ran his fingertips over her collarbone, the curves of her breasts, so gently, as if tuning a precious instrument. She closed her eyes and let herself fall, surrendering to the sensation. His fingertips left a hot trail. Then his lips on her neck, warm and demanding, a gentle sucking that made her knees go weak. She felt his breath, felt him open the clasp of her bra—a soft click that echoed in the silence. The fabric fell away, her breasts freed. His hands cupped them, his thumbs stroking over her nipples until they hardened like little pearls. A soft moan escaped her, a first, tender sign of surrender.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, his lips moving to her earlobe. Sina’s knees went weak. She grabbed his shirt, fumbled with the buttons, her fingers trembling with eagerness, and pulled it off him. His chest was warm under her fingers, the muscles tensing as she touched him, a living relief of strength and warmth. She let her hands glide over his stomach, down to his waistband, feeling the silky skin over hard muscle. He helped her open his belt, and together they pushed down his jeans and boxers. His cock stood erect, the tip moist, a glistening drop at the head. Sina caught her breath. The sight hit her like a blow, raw and beautiful.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. “Yes. More than okay.” She slipped off her leggings and panties, standing naked before him. For a moment, they just looked at each other, sizing each other up with glances that went deeper than any kiss. Then he stepped closer, and their bodies met. Skin on skin. She felt his hardness against her belly, the soft warmth of her breasts against his chest, the pounding of two hearts in the same rhythm. It felt so right, as inevitable as gravity.
The Foreplay
They sank onto the bed, Lukas on his back, Sina at his side. He turned his head, kissed her openly, demandingly. His tongue found hers, played, retreated, and dove back in, a dance of wet warmth and hungry desire. Sina’s hand wandered over his chest, his stomach, down to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the velvety skin over the hard shaft, the heat radiating from him. Lukas groaned into her mouth, a deep vibration that echoed in her chest. “Let me touch you too,” he breathed. She let herself be rolled onto her back, and he leaned over her, a shadow blocking the light. His lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, down to her breasts. He took one nipple between his lips and sucked gently, a wet, demanding play. Sina arched up, a shudder running through her that exploded in her belly. He switched to the other, neglecting none, his tongue circling each tip until they were painfully hard. His hand slid between her legs, fingering through the wet slit. She was already soaked, his fingers gliding effortlessly through her folds. “Lukas…,” she panted. “I want to feel you.” He lifted his head, looked into her eyes, his gaze dark with lust. “Are you sure?” he asked seriously. She nodded. “Yes. I want this with you. Here, in our apartment. Our first time.” He smiled and kissed her softly, a promise on his lips.
But instead of rushing to the goal, he pulled back. “Wait,” he said softly. “I want to enjoy you more first.” He slid down between her legs, his tongue finding her wet slit. Sina gasped as he licked her, gentle and demanding at once. He explored her with lips and tongue, dipped into her, circled her pearl with a precision that made her dizzy. She buried her fingers in his hair, pulled him tighter against her, feeling his tongue opening her up. “Oh Lukas… that feels so good,” she moaned. He didn’t let up, his mouth growing hungrier until her body began to tremble, a first quiver spreading like a wave. A first orgasm surged through her, hot and uncontrolled. She came with a cry, her muscles contracting, her pelvis lifting toward him. Only then did he rise again, smiling contentedly, his lips glistening from her.
He straightened up,
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