I remember the first time I felt him inside me like it was yesterday. I was sixteen, teetering on the edge of adulthood, and he was someone I had known for a while. He was someone I had known for a while; a friend who had always made my heart race with just a glance. We had shared countless late-night conversations, laughter, and stolen moments that lingered in my mind, but this was different. This was the night everything changed.

It had started with a simple kiss, soft and tentative, but it quickly escalated into something electric. His lips were warm against mine, and as our mouths moved together, I could feel the heat building between us. I was pressed against him, my body responding instinctively to his every touch.

We were in his room, the dim light casting shadows that danced along the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel my heart racing as his hands roamed over my waist, pulling me closer. I could sense his hardness pressing against me, igniting a desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface. My breath quickened as I straddled him, feeling the heat radiate from his body.

As our kisses deepened, I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. His hands slid under my shirt, fingers grazing my back and sending shivers down my spine. I gasped when he traced circles over my breasts, each movement igniting a fire within me that I had never experienced before. I was lost in the moment—lost in him.

My panties were soaked by then, clinging to me like a second skin. When his fingers slipped between my legs and pressed against the fabric of my underwear, I thought I might explode from need. He rubbed me slowly at first, teasingly gentle, but it only heightened my craving for more. 

“I need you,” I whispered, my voice shaky with desire.

He didn’t hesitate; he pulled my knickers aside with deliberate slowness, exposing me to the cool air and his heated gaze. The sensation of his fingers tracing along my slick folds was almost unbearable. When he pressed a finger inside me, curling it just right, I gasped again, this time from pure pleasure. The anticipation built inside me like a storm ready to break.

Finally, he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at my entrance. As he guided me down onto him slowly, inch by inch, I felt an overwhelming rush of emotions; excitement mixed with a hint of fear. In that moment, nothing else mattered; all I could think about was how much I wanted him. He filled me completely as I rode him, cowgirl style. Each thrust hit deep inside me, igniting every nerve ending and sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. It was uninhibited; it was primal; it was everything I had ever wanted.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, our bodies tangled and moving together as if we’d done this a thousand times before. His hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding me as I rode him; his touch possessive yet tender. The sounds of our breaths mingled in the quiet room were broken only by my soft moans and his low groans.

“God, you feel amazing,” he murmured between breaths, his voice thick with desire.

Every thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through me; I could feel myself tightening around him as he spoke. 

“You’re incredible,” I replied breathlessly, feeling the heat rise within me.

When I came, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My back arched and my head tilted back as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. “Yes! Just like that!” I cried out as pleasure overwhelmed me. It wasn’t just physical, it was something deeper that left me trembling in his arms.

He held me close as I shuddered around him, whispering sweet nothings against my ear that sent shivers down my spine. 

“I’m right here,” he said softly.

Even as I tried to catch my breath, he didn’t stop. His movements were slower now but no less consuming; each thrust sent aftershocks through my already sensitive body. I could feel him swelling inside me; his grip on my hips tightening as he neared his own release.

“Don’t stop,” he urged softly as he thrust deeper into me one last time.

Then it happened, as he thrust deeply one last time and released inside me; a rush of warmth spread through me that left me breathless all over again. 

“Oh God!” he groaned as pleasure washed over him.

It was an eruption of sensation that sent shockwaves through my entire being; the feeling of him filling me completely was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, raw and visceral.

As he continued to release inside me, something unexpected happened, a second wave crashed over me like nothing I'd ever felt before. My body responded with an intensity that took me by surprise—a massive shudder coursed through my core igniting every nerve ending as pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave.

“I... oh... God!” 

My words came out in broken gasps as each pulse sent shockwaves of ecstasy radiating outward; it felt like every ounce of tension I'd held onto exploded in glorious release. My back arched involuntarily as I cried out, my voice mingling with his low groans, as I surrendered completely to this overwhelming pleasure. I felt myself squirting, a powerful release unlike any climax I'd ever experienced during self-pleasure—it was exhilarating and liberating; each pulse sent another wave crashing over me leaving me breathless and trembling in his arms, the sensations so intense they blurred the lines between pleasure and pain; it felt like being swept away by an unstoppable current.

In those moments of pure ecstasy, everything else faded away—the risks—the uncertainties leaving only us lost in our own world, as he held me tightly against him still pulsing inside me while my body shook around him. I realized how deeply connected we truly were.

This wasn’t just about lust; it was about sharing something profound, an intimacy that left an indelible mark on both our souls, as the final waves of pleasure subsided, and breathing slowed. I nestled against him feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable.

That night wasn’t just about passion, it opened a door to desires I hadn’t known existed within myself. And though neither of us said it out loud at the time, we both knew this wouldn’t be the last time we came together like this.

Not once did he mention protection; not during that first night or any of the nights that followed—and not once did I stop to ask for it either. Maybe it was foolish; maybe it was reckless; but every time he came inside me bareback felt like an unspoken promise, a claiming that left its mark on both body and soul.

I got lucky every single time, dodged the bullets without realizing how close they came, but luck wasn’t infinite... Was it?