This is my first post I have written on here! My story is based on real events, and if this one gets received well, I will post the next two parts. Thank you loves!

-Venus

I started a relationship with a boy I had met online. He's 18, I'm about a year and a half older. We had been talking for a long time and decided to finally meet at a hotel in between our distances. I'm particularly excited, since we are extremely sexually compatible, both being switches. He's a virgin, and I'm a bit more experienced, and I have reassured him that I will be nothing but patient and understanding with him. I lean dominant, I tend to take a more leading and guiding role at times, and he seems to lean submissive, but knowing us we can switch at any moment, which is just a part of the fun.

When I finally met him, I was ecstatic. We had a lot of fun just hanging out. We already knew each other so well, but seeing him in person was a whole other experience. It just reaffirmed and enhanced my love for him. And oh, he was NERVOUS. So nervous, I could feel it in his aura. We were together for three nights total, and I was ready to make the most of them, yet respect his boundaries, no matter how kinky we had gotten over messages.

We had a good romp in the hotel pool, flirting and laughing, but then it was closing time and we made our way to our room. I instantly suggested we both get in the shower. He loved that idea, of course, and as I adjusted the temperature of the water, he stripped. I could feel that animal hunger rising in me, I wanted to just pounce on him right then, but I resisted. It had to be at his pace, and I was willing to leash my beast until he was ready. We got into the water, and he pulled me into a hug under the steady, warm downpour. I closed my eyes and squeezed him tight, my face resting against his chest. I hadn't realized just how tall he might be, I visualized 5’11” in my mind but never properly compared it to my own height at 5’5”. I rubbed his back, feeling him lean into my touch, and took this little movement to lean up and lightly kiss at his neck. I got what I was looking for, a little whimper, him returning the favor by kissing mine. I felt his cock harden against my stomach, and I pulled at his hips to make sure it was pressed tightly between us. He joked that we should probably get to actually washing, and I agreed. The quicker we do this, the quicker I get him into the bed, where I have better control. I, however, very much enjoyed massaging his scalp and washing his back, the washcloth dipping a bit lower at times so I could indirectly grab at his cute ass.

We toweled off, and cuddled in bed until our hair dried, just lightly caressing each other until I deemed the timing right to make a move. We made out, I experimented in pushing my tongue into his mouth, but a little gag signaled for me to stop. I apologized, and we continued. My hands ran all over him, stopping at the different erogenous zones, discovering that he very much enjoyed having his nipples touched. I used my mouth on them as my hands continued their exploration, playing with his waistline, following his prominent hipbones. He's quite skinny, which was just perfect to me. My mouth worked itself up to lightly bite at his neck, my favorite move. I've left bruises on men that have not faded for weeks from my teeth, but I knew I must treat him gently. I felt like a predator creating a truce with prey. Even more so, as he jolted when I trailed my fingers up the underside of his cock, carefully wrapping my fingers around it, my thumb lightly rubbing the head. My other hand goes to his soft, thick hair, which is getting long enough to flop down into his eyes. I tug his head back to have better access to his throat, he gasps as I carefully suck and nibble at the skin. His hands are all over me, too, not doing much other than grabbing at my waist and breasts. Of course, I do not mind this, I'm in full Dom mode. The only thing that matters in this mind state is getting him to feel what I want him to, and making him have the best orgasm of his life.

That's when I start to kiss down his chest. He looks down at me, we lock eyes, and I grin, running my tongue over my teeth. I kiss and lightly suck at the skin below his belly button, his legs tensing. I know, it's sensitive, I rub his thigh reassuringly, and gently lick the tip of his cock. He already has a little sweet precum leaking out, and I put my lips over it and roll my tongue over the skin. I feel a hand stroke my short hair, and I smile. I insert the head into my mouth, warming it and coating it with my saliva, my hand wrapping around the base as I begin to suck him off. I feel the fingers in my hair squeeze. This is his first blowjob. I felt a sense of pride and honor for being the first person to ever put this beautiful dick in my mouth. Now, it's not very easy for me to get my lips around. He's very thick, but not very long. Absolutely perfect for me, but I just know my jaw will ache once I'm finished. I decide to lick my hand and begin jerking him as I work my mouth around his head. I can feel him squirm under my grasp, and continue to blow him. I know I'm making good progress as his hips buck, making all sorts of delicious little noises. I moan myself, getting immense satisfaction from his response. Then he whimpers to me that he isn't quite used to the sensation, and feels like he is on the edge of cumming but can't. I nod, and tell him that if he's ready to cum, he should do it in the way he's most comfortable. As he masturbates, I crawl back up to him and kiss him, entangling my fingers in his hair once more, gently tugging the way he likes it, leaning forwards and arching my back so he may squeeze my ass. His orgasm is signaled verbally, and I quickly leapt back and put my mouth over his cock to hopefully catch every little drop. And I do. I hungrily suck it down, swallowing, and clean his shaft with my tongue once we're both finished. I look back up at him, he's visibly exhausted. We had both had long journeys that day. I reassured him that I wouldn't mind not cumming as well, I had all the satisfaction I needed.

Which was true, I got immense pleasure in his orgasm. I felt every little twitch and jerk, every little moan and sigh. I fed off of it, and when he released, so did I. My Dom mentality is a very empathetic space. We lazily and happily kissed, smiling and hugging each other like lovesick fools. I felt a little tug at my heart, and realized that this is what it was to love someone. I'd thought I'd felt it before, but I was mistaken. I turned off the lights, and assumed Big Spoon position, stroking his arm until he fell asleep. Then, I did so as well, comfortable and trusting, excited and content. I could not wait to see what happened in the days ahead.