My first encounter

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On a rainy night, I sat at the edge of my bed, my nerves building as I waited for her to step out of the shower. Each passing second made my heartbeat louder, heavier. Then the water stopped. My eyes locked onto the door.

A soft creak.

It opened slowly, revealing her—about five feet tall, dark-skinned, with black hair falling gently around her face and deep brown eyes that always pulled me in.

“Ariella…”

A smile spread across my face as I took in her presence, already lost in thoughts of her. I stepped closer until I stood right in front of her. She looked down, shy, a faint blush warming her cheeks. I lifted her face gently, my hands resting against her skin.

“You’re beautiful.”

I leaned in, kissing her softly at first, then deeper. Her lips were warm, her breath trembling as she melted into me. I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pressed kisses along her neck, her quiet sounds filling the space between us.

I carried her to the bed, laying her gently against the dark blue sheets. She stayed there, eyes closed, waiting, her body tense with anticipation. The glow of her skin in the dim light made everything feel unreal.

I moved over her slowly, kissing her again, letting my hands explore her form with care. Her body responded with small movements, quiet breaths, her hands resting beside her as if trusting me completely. I traced kisses down her neck, her shoulders, taking my time as her soft sounds grew.

Her fingers found my hair, holding lightly, guiding me closer.

Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
“Don’t stop…”

I followed her rhythm, learning every reaction, every breath she gave me. The moment deepened, pulling us closer together, until nothing else in the world seemed to exist.

When I finally paused, catching my breath, she looked at me differently—more certain now.

“Let me…” she said softly.

“Have you ever…?” I asked.

She shook her head gently. “No… but I want to.”

I leaned back, watching her as she grew more confident, her hesitation turning into curiosity. Every movement felt new, careful, yet full of intent. I closed my eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by how close we had become.

“Wait…” I said, pulling her back toward me, kissing her again, more intensely this time.

I guided her back onto the bed, positioning myself slowly, giving her time, watching her reaction as we moved together. Her breath caught, her hands tightening slightly, adjusting to the feeling.

She held onto me as we found a rhythm, her voice rising with each movement, her body responding more freely now. The connection between us grew stronger, more natural, less hesitant.

I turned her gently, her body following mine, her movements more confident now. The room filled with the sound of her voice, no longer quiet, no longer unsure.

“Yes… don’t stop…”

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m close,” I whispered.

“Me too,” she answered, breathless.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”