Dustin lay her down on the couch and climbed into place over her. Her head spun with the feeling of desire coursing through her. Their kissing was getting hot, but she found herself again waiting for him to do more, to make the next move. She had made it clear she wanted to sleep with him, right? And he had agreed that he wanted to, as well? So, what was he doing? His hands were still on either side of her head, and he occasionally ran his fingers through her hair. But he didn’t move to touch her anywhere else.

She couldn’t reach much being on the bottom, and he was pressing his hardness into her. She ran her hands along his back, dragging her nails, squeezing his butt. He made soft moaning sounds but still didn’t move to slide under shirt or pants. Finally, she reached down and yanked on his shirt, pulling it over his head.

“That’s better,” she said. Now she ran her fingertips over his bare skin.

She thought that would give him the signal to take things to the next level, but he didn’t. She was so hot, the sweat was already running down her body, and she could hardly take it any longer.

Finally, frustrated, she said, “Is something wrong?”

“What?” he asked breathlessly.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, why?”

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

“Umm.” He pushed himself up to look at her fully. “I was just taking things slow.”

“Slow? You haven’t taken things anywhere at all.”

“I’m sorry. I tend to rush it. I wanted to take my time and go slow.”

“Okay,” she said. “But can we just go a tiny bit faster? Like, can we actually have sex today?”

He gave her a crooked smile. “Sorry.”

He resumed kissing her, and finally, he reached up under her shirt to caress her breast. When he ran his thumb over her stiff nipple, she cried out at the sensation. Every part of her body was screaming for more.

She took things into her own hands, pulling off her shirt and tossing it to the ground. Since her clothing had been destroyed the night before, she had no bra or panties to worry about. It was just these shorts she was wearing and his shorts between them. Those two pieces of fabric felt like an impassible barrier. He was so close, but not close enough.

Though he was touching her more now, even slipping his hands under her shorts to rub her clit now and then, he was still taking too long. She wanted him inside her now, before she burst.

She pushed down her shorts, and he did the same. She looked down at him appreciatively. He smirked at her glance and took a moment to appreciate her naked body, as well.

“And you wonder why I like cheerleaders,” he said. “Look at you. You’re perfect.”

“I was thinking the same about you.” From his hard muscles to his lean shape, he was every bit as sexy as she wanted him to be. She hadn’t really looked at him before. When she’d seen him naked, he was passed out. His muscles hadn’t shown, and he wasn’t fully hard like he was now. She hadn’t paid that much attention anyhow, since she was too busy drawing on him with a Sharpie. But now, the thought of his thick cock inside her and the feel of his hard muscles against her sent fresh waves over her skin.

She lay back down and lifted her hips to him.

“Wait a sec.” He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled his lip into his mouth. “I can’t do this.”

“What do you mean?!” She wanted to scream in frustration.

“We have to go upstairs. I can’t do this here.”

“Okay.” She pushed herself up from the sofa quickly. Whatever his reason was, she didn’t care as long as he wasn’t saying he didn’t want her.

He scooped her up into his arms before she could get too far from him.

“It felt too cheap to be on the couch,” he said. “I want to do this right. And the bed makes it better.” He leaned down to kiss her as he kicked open his bedroom door.

She smiled at his sweetness. She never thought he could be like this. She’d expected him to take her wherever he could, however he could. Instead he was slow and cautious, and he wanted things to be just so.

He lay her down and let his eyes travel slowly along her body as he resumed his position.

“You’re something else,” she said.

He rubbed his nose along her jaw. “I’ll take that as a good thing.”

“It is. You’re driving me wild.”

“Good.”

He slipped his hand between her thighs and rubbed circles around her clit with his thumb. She cried out in pleasure, pushing against him, begging for more. It felt like ages until he moved his hand away.

He reached into his drawer for a condom, which he put on with impressive speed. Then he moved her legs apart and pressed the tip of his dick against her. She had been so wet for so long, it took no effort for him to slip inside her. He thrust in deep, filling her, and she closed her eyes with the delicious sensation.

He moved back then pressed into her again, slowly. He moved so gently, taking such a long time to complete his thrust that when he pushed in faster the third time, she came right then, with a loud moan. She grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper as she cried out.

He kept moving slowly, letting her orgasm go on and on. When it ended, she could hardly breathe and closed her eyes as the room spun. He made like he was going to pull out of her, but she reached to grab his ass again and keep him deep inside.

“Your turn,” she told him.

He gave her a mischievous grin. “Or maybe it’s your turn again.”

His speed was faster, but still slow and intentional, like he was stirring her up from the inside out. She started to feel another orgasm building and pressed up against his hips, but he wasn’t going hard enough or fast enough for her.

She pushed his shoulder, making him roll over, then she climbed on top of him. He grabbed her hips and ass as she rode him. She pounded down hard, moving as fast as her legs would let her.

He moaned and she thought he was getting close. She leaned forward to grind against him, and he gripped her hips, bringing her down hard on him. She started to come just as he cried out, and she felt him throbbing inside her. When her orgasm finished, she collapsed onto his chest, worn out from coming two times and from such a long build up.

He wrapped his arms around her, panting and sweating. It took a long time before they could move. When they did, she rolled over as he slipped out of her. He turned on his side to face her.

“That was amazing,” he said. “It’s different when you have real feelings for someone. Really different.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever done it like that. It felt like… it felt more like making love than having sex or screwing. I’ve never done that.”

She chuckled softly. “Glad I could be your first.”