The second we get into the lobby I know this is going to be the most amazing night of my life.

“Not that elevator,” Wes says, directing me to a private and more intricately decorated elevator at the back of the lobby.

We get inside and my heart is pounding like a galloping horse. I know it’s going to be perfect. I know it’s going to feel so good. But I’m also terrified of what’s about to happen. After all, it is my first time.

He reaches out and puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close up against him. I can smell the sweet musk of his aftershave. I put my hands on his chest and feel the fine material of his expensive, tailored suit.

“You’re an angel,” he whispers, and leans down so that his lips touch mine.

The kiss is every bit as intense and passionate as the first one we shared. His lips are soft and smooth and when his tongue enters my mouth, I feel my pussy get wet with desire.

He reaches down to my ass and takes a cheek in his big, strong hand. He gives me a squeeze and I moan, pressing my breasts into his chest.

He lifts me in his arms, his hands on my ass, and presses my back against the wall.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I set eyes on you,” he growls.

“Me too,” I whisper.

“Are you ready for this?”

I close my eyes and think about the tingling longing in my pussy, the lust for his cock to be inside me, and I nod.

“More than I’ve ever been ready for anything in my life,” I say.

“Because I don’t take this lightly,” he says. “If we do this, if I take your virginity, I’m going to expect to be able to keep you.”

“Keep me?”

“I want you to be mine. I want you to move in with me. I want you and me and Brady to form a family. Are you ready for all that?”

I don’t even have to think about it. I bite my lip and nod.

With that, he pulls me against him, reaching beneath me and scooping my legs into his arms. The elevator stops and he carries me to the door of his apartment.

“Welcome home,” he says, and my heart leaps with happiness.

“Really?” I whisper.

He nods and opens the door, carrying me through the vast living room toward his bedroom. It’s the first time I’ve entered his bedroom and if I thought the rest of the apartment was luxurious, this is on a whole other level. It’s like the entire room is made out of gold, crystal, marble, and silk. It’s a masculine blue, but apart from that, it’s like a team of the best interior decorators spent an entire year setting it up.

“Oh my God,” I gasp as he throws me onto the bed.

“Don’t be amazed by all that,” he says, opening the pants of his suit and pulling out his massive, erect, throbbing cock.

I look at it and my eyes almost pop out of my head.

“Holy crap!” I cry.

“You think you can handle this?”

I take that as a challenge and get up from my back. I throw off the silk gown I was given earlier and crawl on all fours across the bed. When I reach Wes, I take hold of his beautiful, perfect, delicious cock with both hands. I feel like a singer cradling the microphone before a big performance. I look up at him coyly and then take his head into my mouth. As it passes my lips, I hear him gasp in pleasure. I like that. I want to give him more pleasure than he’s ever had in his life. I want more than anything to please him, to wow him, to make his fucking head spin and make him scream out my name.

I run my tongue along the long, underside of his shaft and he throbs and stiffens as the pleasure flows through his body. I’ve never touched a cock before and I finally realize what all the fuss is about. I always thought a man’s cock would be something gross, slightly off putting, or distracting. Now I see that it’s the hottest, sexiest, most thrilling thing I’ve ever touched in my life. I have it in my mouth, which I can hardly believe, but already I want it to be inside my pussy. I want to be riding it like a rodeo girl on a bucking bull. I want it exploding in pleasure inside me.

I suck him until I hear the change in his breathing. He’s cock is as big and ripe as it’s ever been and it’s throbbing. There’s a tiny tang of flavor as I realize that I must be tasting his pre-cum. I love it, but I want him to cum inside me.

I release his cock and lean back on the bed, looking up at him through my legs.

“I’m all yours,” I say, quietly.

He doesn’t wait another second. He strips out of his clothes and sends them flying across the room. Then he climbs up onto the bed and crawls up over me. I gasp as his hands take hold of my breasts and when his head bends down toward my pussy I feel like crying out in embarrassment. I say nothing.

His tongue touches the folds of my clit and I cannot believe how fucking good it feels. I wrap my legs around his head, uncertain whether I’m trying to keep him there, or hide myself from his eyes, which are looking up at me. He sucks on my clit and slides his tongue into my pussy. It goes so far I feel like I’m going to explode.

“I’m cumming,” I moan as orgasms rush through me, again and again, like waves crashing on a beach.

He breaks free of my legs and comes back over me. He kisses me again and I taste the musk of my pussy on his lips. I can’t believe this is happening. It’s almost surreal. It’s too good to be true.

“This might hurt but I’ll try to be gentle,” he says, as his cock touches the lips of my pussy.

It’s as if my pussy lips are kissing the head of his cock.

He looks into my eyes and I nod, telling him I’m ready.

He slides into me, very slowly, and the tiny amount of pain of completely overshadowed by the avalanche of pleasure I feel.

“Holy cow,” I gasp.

He’s all the way inside me, right to the hilt of his massive cock, and he’s sliding in and out, over and over, first gently but gradually more forcefully until we’re both coming in the most amazing shared orgasm I could ever imagine. I can feel his cum, pouring out of his cock in powerful jets and filling me right to my very core.

“I’m yours, now,” he whispers, as our orgasms subside and he collapses on top of me, his weight pinning me down.

I love being there. I want this moment to last forever.

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” he says. “Forever and ever.”