Cold Sheets, Hot Awakening: My First Time with Vincent
Vincent’s bedroom in the old presbytery. Cold stone walls. Faded shutters. I slipped in naked, heart hammering like a drum. Escaped Sébastien and Frédéric’s heavy snores, their sweat still clinging to my skin. The door creaked shut. No turning back. His bed unmade, sheets rumpled from no one. Or Virginie? Didn’t matter. I dove under the covers. Goosebumps everywhere. His scent hit me – clean soap, faint musk, boyish warmth. Stomach twisted. What if he walked in? With her? Or alone, seeing me bare, vulnerable? Pulse throbbed in my throat. Thighs slick despite the chill. Fear knotted my gut. Excitement burned hotter. Julien’s jealousy faded. This was mine. Unknown. Pure risk. I curled up, nipples hard against cotton. Waiting. Listening to the house creak. Footsteps? Imagination. Eyes heavy but sleep fled. Body hummed. Pussy aching, empty now. For him. The heartbroken giant. Would he touch me? Reject? Heart skipped. No retreat. This hunger – new, terrifying.
Light pierced the shutters. Church clock struck eight. Four chimes earlier, someone slid in beside me. Didn’t stir then. Now, his breathing steady. Vincent. Broad back to me. Didn’t touch. Respecting my sleep? Or unsure? Chest tight. Turn or wait? Fingers trembled. Scooted closer. Heat from his body. Naked too? Pyjamas rumpled on floor. Skin brushed skin. Electric jolt. He tensed. Turned slow. Eyes met – soft brown, freckles stark in dawn glow. No words. Hand hovered. Mine reached first. Palmed his chest. Veins on cheeks flushed. Heartbeat matched mine, wild under ribs. Lips parted. Clumsy lean-in. Mouths crashed. Awkward angle. Noses bumped. Tasted toothpaste, coffee faint. Tongue shy, probing. His hand cupped my breast. Thumb grazed nipple. Gasped into kiss. Maladroit fumble – exciting. Pushed him flat. Straddled hips. His cock stirred, thick against thigh. Bigger than Julien’s. Veiny, hot. Gripped base. Guided to slick folds. Hesitated. Eyes locked. Nodded. Sank down. Inch by inch. Stretched me wide. Burn sweet. First true fill – emotional. Walls clenched. Moaned low. Rocked tentative. His hands gripped waist. Rough palms. Thrust up clumsy. Missed rhythm. Laughed breathless. Adjusted. Deeper. Heart exploded. Sweat beaded. Climax built nervous, raw. Shattered together. Pulsing hot inside.
The Approach
Collapsed on him. Chest heaving. Innocence cracked wide. No more games. Virginie’s swaps, Julien’s rage – childish. This opened doors. Real want. Gentle strength. His arms wrapped. Held. No jealousy. Quiet peace. Body hummed afterglow. New woman. Horizons vast. Presbytery secret forever mine.
