Minerva POV

He hugs me tenderly as we share our tongues passionately while sliding under the cotton blankets and duvet, that Marty immediately removes since it will be hot.
Martijn goes for my bra, unclasping the hooks on my back. Before taking it off he leaves my lips to move away and press a button on the remote laying on the nightstand. The curtains are closing.

"Wait a moment princess....."

Martijn gets off of me and moves on the other side of the bed for a couple seconds, before coming back on top of me.

"I want to know what you think about this.... Are you really 1000 % sure" he asks me.

"Yes Martijn... But how about you?"

"I love you so much robotic banana"
I feel his hands on the hem of my panties and one second later he starts to slide them down my legs.

I'm completely undressed.

Martijn comes naked just a few seconds after me.

I'm feeling everything, now that we are really close. But this isn't embarrassing, it's such a unique moment that I've been looking for since we had our first make out, and I haven't realized that until now.

"Tell me if you don't feel comfortable.... Please. I would choose to kill myself instead of breaking your heart"

"Don't worry potato..." I tell him messing up his fluffy hair.

He moves on top of me again and kisses me one more time before putting on his protection.

"I have it on, don't worry...." He reassures me, throwing out of bed the empty shiny envelope.
"Yes, I know"

"Ok then...." He says kneeling in between my legs as I grab onto his shoulders.

"I love you Marty...." I tell him looking in his beautiful blue eyes that were looking for mine too.

"Love you too..." he says caressing my cheek with his thumb, before moving his hands on my hips and then to my lower butt.

He slowly lifts my lower back to have a less painful access, but still.... The feeling is overwhelming.

The only thing that I can focus on is the feel of his hands on my body, and of course the pure pleasure that he's giving me.

He's not rough, but he's hurting me. It's really uncomfortable, yet so hot... But I don't want this to end. This might hurt, but in a loving way. For the first time in several years, I'm feeling love in my partner.

Martijn lets me lay on the mattress completely, and he lowers his body on mine, going on a little slower.
I love this so much that I find myself gripping on his back instead of his shoulders like before. I want him to be close to me.... I want us to be one person.

There's a moment of peace, because Martijn is slipping on his sweaty hands and he was almost falling on me.

We are both laughing at this, and he gently slides out of me to adjust his position.

"How do you like it more?" he asks me breathing heavily.

"You were just right...."

He grabs my wrists and moves my arms around his neck, and I hold tight onto him as he resumes, keeping himself up with his forearms.

It's hurting again. Damn.... And now it's getting really bad.

I can't deal with it anymore... Pain is replacing pleasure. What's happening to me....?

"Martijn... Please, you are hurting me..." I moan into my partner's ear, who immediately stops.

He gets up and slides out of me, giving me another second of pain. I'm sweating so much....

"Bae.... Was this too much?"

"I'm so sorry.... I usually can stand much more.... I don't know what's going on..." I tell him letting a tear run down my left cheek.

I already miss that feeling... I want him to have all of me, even if I was in so much pain.

"Baby... I have an idea.... Don't worry"

He walks out of bed all naked and leaves the room, leaving the door open.

Now that I'm alone in this bed, I feel like crying. It was my first time with the only boy that can make me feel so loved, and I made such a bad first impression.

I've never had such disappointing sex....

While my tears are running down my cheeks, Martijn comes back carrying something.

He joins me under the cotton blankets, pecking my lips.

"Hey... Why are you crying!?"

"I've made such a bad first impression.... I know that you are disappointed"

"I'm not disappointed, and you really don't need to impress me. But either way, I've got a solution for you...."

He hands me a tiny plastic bottle, but I can't really see what this is.

"What's this?" I ask him.

"Gel. It should help..."

I've never used it before, but I want and need to give it a try.

Once we start again with this little help, everything is so much better and finally pleasure overwhelms us.