You only get one first time you with a woman. I want this to be something we will both remember and fantasize about until Harper realizes that she wants more. But more importantly for me, I want to treasure this moment of the first time I have sex with the only woman I will ever have sex with for the rest of my life.

And one day, she’ll look back and remember it like that too.

Slowly sliding her shorts down one inch at a time, I kiss ever so softly across her tanned and supple skin. There is a shimmer on her from the tiny amount of sweat, radiating from the heat that is building within her.

The more I drag them down, the closer I get to the top of her sex, and everything is still bare, and I fucking love that. I only slightly lift my head, but my eyes lock onto her torso as she wriggles herself out of the shirt.

“Beautiful.” It’s all I can say as I look at her breasts that are now on full display for me. Perky, her nipples pebbled and standing upright. Knowing I did that gives me an unexpected surge of lust for her. I need to taste her and take every part of her.

I’m no longer patient. I want her, and I want her now.

I pull the shorts down in one go, and as they hit her knees, her legs start moving quickly, trying to get them the rest of the way off herself. I can tell she doesn’t want her legs restrained in any way as the sensations grow in her the more I touch her.

“Fuck.” The word slips from my lips the moment I see her lying underneath me, completely bare and glistening all over. “Let me taste you,” I demand.

Pushing up onto my knees, I move between her legs, as she quickly lets them drop open and lying flat on the bed like an invitation for me.

My heart is racing.

Slipping my hands under her thighs, I lift them over my shoulders as I bury my face between her legs, breathing in her scent like I’m branding my brain with it. I swipe my tongue up her pussy, and my tastebuds explode as she marks me with arousal. It short circuits my thoughts, and I feast on her, my tongue flicking her clit and pushing down on it.

Harper’s body vibrates under me, and she grabs fiercely onto my head, those perfectly painted nails digging into my scalp which drives me crazier than I was already feeling.

“Holy shit… Forrest!” Harper screams my name for the first time, and I want to hear it again. Louder!