Alabama Heat: First Time Fever

The Alabama air hung heavy and humid as we stepped out of the taxi, the scent of honeysuckle and something vaguely floral clinging to the humid night. Asheville was beautiful, of course, but this tiny hotel room, tucked away from the bustle of the wedding reception, felt like a sanctuary, a stolen moment before the whirlwind of family obligations descended. My newly-wed, Julian, a man I’d fallen hard for in a matter of weeks, shifted nervously beside me, his eyes constantly scanning the hallway. We’d vowed not to indulge in our desires until after the ceremony, but the pull, the undeniable heat between us, had become too intense to ignore. Marriage Heat, a website I’d spent hours scouring for guidance, had suggested this approach: a private, intimate first time, away from prying eyes. It felt reckless, exhilarating, and utterly perfect.

“You nervous?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He swallowed hard, running a hand through his dark hair. “A little. It’s just… different. We’ve been so focused on everything else.”

“It will be amazing,” I replied, trying to radiate confidence, though my own heart hammered against my ribs. “Let’s just relax, enjoy the moment. I’ve already taken a shower, so you can join me if you want.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and husky.

The bathroom was small, tiled in a pale blue that did little to alleviate the heat. As we closed the door behind us, a palpable tension filled the air. I moved towards him, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath my fingertips. Pulling off his shirt, I ran my hands down his chest, lingering over the swell of his pectoral muscles. Then, with a playful smirk, I began tracing circles around his nipples, feeling the immediate response ripple through him. He moaned softly, closing his eyes as if savoring the sensation. Moving my fingers lower, down his chest, I felt the heat intensify. It wasn’t long before he was shaking, his body arching in anticipation.

Reaching for his belt, I carefully unbuttoned it, followed by the zipper. The button popped free, and then the zipper slid down, revealing his boxers underneath. I smiled, a mischievous glint in my eyes, and pulled those off too. Standing there in his briefs, he looked utterly vulnerable, and the sight sent a shiver down my spine. I took a deep breath and pulled down his pants, revealing his bare skin. It was a bold move, but one I felt compelled to make.

Looking down at him, I noticed the thong I’d chosen for the occasion, a simple black lace number that barely concealed my body. But before I could even contemplate pulling it off, Julian reached out, gently taking my hand. “Let me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He carefully unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and then, with a swift movement, removed my underwear as well. The sensation of his calloused fingers against my skin was electric, a potent blend of pleasure and vulnerability. He stared down at my body, taking in every curve and contour, a look of pure lust in his eyes. Then, he let out a low whistle, captivated by my unadorned pussy, already glistening with anticipation.

Kissing him deeply, I tasted the salty tang of his breath, feeling his lips press against mine with increasing urgency. His tongue explored my mouth, teasing and demanding, while my hands moved instinctively, tracing the contours of his face, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. We moved towards the shower, the hot water instantly washing away the last vestiges of nervousness. As the steam swirled around us, we clung to each other, kissing and caressing, exploring the boundaries of our desires.

I reached down and squeezed his cock, feeling its tautness and the rapid pulse beneath my fingertips. He moaned in response, his body tensing further, and I continued to massage it, increasing the pressure, feeding his arousal. Meanwhile, he began sticking his fingers inside me, first one, then two, feeling my juices begin to flow. A slow, rhythmic dance of pleasure unfolded between us, our bodies intertwined, lost in the moment.

Cornering him against the wall, I leaned in, deepening the kiss, my hand sliding down his back, pulling him closer. He responded in kind, his grip tightening around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. The heat intensified, a burning desire that consumed us both.

Emerging from the shower, we wrapped ourselves in a plush white towel, drying each other off with meticulous care. As I massaged his now swollen cock, feeling its hard, throbbing flesh, Julian watched me with an expression of pure longing. After a few minutes, he pulled off his belt and placed it around my waist, a silent invitation to explore further.

He told me to lie down across his knees, and I did so willingly, letting my body relax into the softness of his skin. Then, with a playful grin, he began spanking me, first with his palms, then with the belt, the leather squeaking against my flesh. It wasn't painful, not exactly, but rather a stimulating sensation, a prelude to the pleasure that was to come. It felt good to feel so desired, so utterly consumed by his attention.

He continued spanking me for a few moments, his movements becoming more insistent, before finally releasing me and leading me into the bedroom. He handed me a towel and a bottle of water, offering me a chance to cool off before we continued our exploration.

After we’d dried each other off, he took my hand and led me to the bed. As I lay down, he gently rolled me onto my back, positioning himself above me. He then proceeded to lick my tits, sucking rhythmically, teasingly, while my eyes followed his every move. It felt amazing, decadent, like a long-awaited dream come true.

As he continued to caress my breasts, I felt my body begin to tremble, anticipating the release that was imminent. He then pulled off my bra, revealing the softness of my nipples, and continued his exploration, his tongue working its way around them, sending shivers down my spine. Removing my shorts, he revealed my thong, a simple black lace number that barely covered my body. It felt liberating, a symbol of our shared abandon.

With a final glance at me, he turned his attention back to my pussy, his eyes tracing its contours before slowly, deliberately, penetrating it. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that surged through my body, leaving me breathless and weak.

I screamed, arching my back, my muscles clenching as I lost all control. My pussy erupted with a gush of warm, viscous fluid, showering his face with its golden nectar. He responded in kind, thrusting deeper, faster, feeding my orgasm, until we both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but ecstatic.

After a few minutes, we lay there, intertwined, our bodies slick with sweat and arousal. He began sucking on my tits again, gently massaging them with his tongue, while I clung to him, lost in the lingering sensations of our shared pleasure.

Then, as we both began to calm down, he told me he wanted to do it again, but this time, he wanted to wait for me to come first. I hesitated, unsure of my ability to maintain control, but ultimately relented, trusting in his devotion.

He took my hand and led me back to the shower, where we stood naked, facing each other, the hot water washing over our bodies. As we kissed, the water streamed down our faces, mingling with our tears of joy and pleasure. Then, without a word, we plunged into the depths of the shower, letting the water carry us away, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of our first, serious sex adventure.

As we emerged from the shower, drained and exhilarated, we crawled back into bed, cuddling close, the remnants of our passion lingering in the air. We drifted off to sleep, hand in hand, content in the knowledge that we had just experienced something truly special, a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss that would forever be etched in our memories. The Alabama heat, the stolen moment, the shared desire – it had all culminated in this perfect, unforgettable first time.

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