Erisha let out a gasp, as she landed sideways onto Treyton's lap, with a thud.

A stunned few seconds, in which their gazes met, and awareness of their situation began, Erisha blinked, and struggled to scramble off of him.
Because of her sideways position and the arm rest of the sofa, it was difficult to get up with any grace.
She heard Treyton make a moaning sound, and turned to look at him.

'You are not making things easy, you do know that, right?'
His voice near her ear, had her shudder slightly, as she moved again.

Erisha, feeling as if she was seated on top of a furnace, moved her hips again. She had to get away from him.
'Let go!'

'Sweetheart, if you don't stop doing that, I won't be responsible for my actions..'
Treyton clenched his teeth, as her hips ground over his groin.

'You won't..ohhh!'
Erisha froze, as soon as she felt him harden beneath her. Her cheeks flamed, and she heard him chuckle.

'Hmm..can't say which was better though, you rubbing against me, or you still in my lap..'

This time Erisha, fully crimson with embarrassment, managed to get her legs around the armrest and get up and off him.
But luck was not on her side, as Treyton caught her, and she almost fell onto the cushion next to him. She cried out, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, pulling him along in the process, so that she was now half lying on the sofa, and he was hovering above her.
Her hands came up automatically to his chest, and her eyes widened at the knowing grin on his face. Their gazes connected.
'Move..please..'
Her voice when it came, sounded pleading even to her own ears.

'You think I'm stupid?'
His grin disappeared, and his eyes darkened.
'I have you right where I want you..'
His tone lowered, his gaze not letting hers go, as his hand came out towards her face.

Erisha lay still, her heart thudding in her chest, unable to look away from the growing desire in his eyes. She closed her eyes, as his hand came closer, waiting for his touch, but opened them, when his hand reached behind her head, to pull the hairstick out of her bun.
She lifted her head automatically, while his, undid the bun, setting her tresses free, till they framed her face.

'Much better..'
He murmured, his eyes blazing.
'So soft, so beautiful, so innocent..'
His thumb brushed over her hair, cheek, then her lips, as he spoke, his gaze unwavering.

Several emotions ran through her entire being at being looked at, at being touched..
She looked into his eyes, hypnotised, as he lowered his head, and replaced his thumb with his mouth. A soft, tender brush.
Erisha made a protesting sound, and he lifted his head to look at her.
Thinking he might back off, she lifted her own head, and covered his lips with her own.
His moan of satisfaction egged her on, and she brought her hands to tangle in his hair.
Treyton took over..the kiss, and her senses, so that she became unaware of anything except him.

Treyton deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers. One hand slid up from her knee to her thigh, while with the other's elbow he supported himself above her.
She was so soft, so willing, that he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to.
He ran his hand up the silk of her dress, till he found her breast. She moaned in his mouth, as he cupped the mound, filling his palm.
She squirmed, as he squeezed it, and felt a satisfaction in her response. He let her lips go, and looked down at her flushed face, and closed eyes.
She looked beautiful, and he wanted her with a passion he didn't know he possessed.

Erisha opened her eyes to see him watching her with darkened eyes, and her breath caught in her throat. She knew she was playing with fire.
'I..'
She began, in an attempt to lower the heat.

'Sshhh!'
Treyton put a finger on her lips.
'No! Don't analyse this! Just feel..'
Her eyes widened, at his correct assessment, but he didn't let her think.
He put his lips on her neck, burning where he touched.

Erisha lifted her neck to let him, unable to think of any logic, as his hand moved to the hem of her dress.
He lifted it up, and up, his fingers burning her skin.
As his hand paused at her panties, stroking underneath it's edge, Erisha gasped.

Treyton lifted his head from her neck, and looked at her.
'I want to see you..all of you..'
His voice was low and husky, sending shivers all through her spine.
As she lay still, breathing heavily, Treyton shifted his head and body, landing a  kiss on her exposed thigh.
Erisha moaned his name, as he rained featherlight kisses all over her thigh, one hand busy in raising her dress up her waist.
He kissed every inch he bared, causing her to writhe beneath him, till he had her dress up, and off her body.
He threw the silk onto the floor, and raised his head to look down at her with drugged eyes.
'Wunderschönen! So beautiful..'

Erisha flamed, squirming under his intense gaze, as it travelled up her black lace panties and bra.
She brought up a hand to cover herself, but he stopped her with his hand.

'No! Don't..let me see you..'

'But you are so overdre..'
She bit her lip, cursing herself for sounding so needy.

Treyton raised a brow at her in amusement, causing her to redden further.
'I can help with that!'
He sat up, dragging his t-shirt up his chest, and off, throwing it away.
His muscles rippled, as he continued watching the changing expressions on her face.
'Better?'

Erisha was extremely embarrassed now, never having done this before. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to get away from his piercing gaze, she wanted to kiss him, she wanted to go and hide herself.
She sat up, and avoiding his gaze, reached for her dress on the floor.

'What do you think you are doing?'
Treyton caught her hand, and pulled her to him.
Her body hit his naked chest, and she gasped aloud.

'I, you, we can't..'
She looked at the floor.

'Why not?'
He caught her chin, and turned her head to look at him.
'You want this as much as I do..why fight it?'

'I never..'

'Neither did I..think that we need this. The sexual tension between us is so high, that even a knife could cut it..'
Treyton mistook her protest, running a finger down her cheek.
'Don't think..we need this..'
With that, he bent his head to kiss her again.

Tempted by his words, his touch, Erisha gave in to his kiss, unable to give in to the fight with her conscience.
As he put his arms around her, his hands splaying over her naked back, Erisha also touched his toned muscles, loving the feel of his bare chest against her almost naked body.
She put her arms around his neck, when he suddenly picked her up in his arms, and stood up.

Treyton looked at the beauty in his arms, and felt his blood gushing through his ears. This felt so right..
He carried her to her bedroom, feeling her eyes on his face.
Reaching there, he noticed that only the bedside lamps were on, already creating a romantic atmosphere.
He lay her down on her bed, and keeping his gaze locked with hers, undid the button on his jeans, and pushed it down and off his legs.

Erosha watched mesmerised, as Treyton stood there naked, except for his briefs.
He's one gorgeous specimen..and he wants me..me..but I want him too..can't deny it any more..
Her thoughts were interrupted, as Treyton got in bed with her, and the mattress shifted.
Before she could do anything stupid, like change her mind, Treyton was above her, looking down her body.

He had never seen such perfection.
She was gorgeous in the black lace, her breasts almost spilling out of the cups of her bra, and his lips itched to taste her.
But he didn't want to hurry, although his important muscle had different ideas. His briefs were already tight around him, as he lowered his head over her thighs.
He felt her jerk, as his lips grazed over the junction of her panties between her legs.

'No..'
She protested, trying to catch his head to stop him.
But Treyton caught her hands, pushing them against her sides, as he bent over her feminine spot.
She bucked, as his tongue flickered over the lace covering her, feeling wetness pool there.
'Stop..I..can't..'
She breathed, unable to move anything except her pelvis.

But that only served to excite him more, and he pressed his lips against her wetness, kissing her over the lace, again and again.

'Oh God, stop!'
Erisha struggled to move her hands, but he had them firmly pinned against the bed, not letting her move.
'Aaahhh..'
She almost screamed, as he moved the wisp of lace with his teeth, tearing her panties, leaving her fully exposed to his lips.
'Stopp..please!'
As his lips touched her bare skin.
And when his tongue came out to touch her most intimate spot, she lifted her whole pelvis off the bed.
'Treyton! I'm going to die..please..ohhhhh..'

Treyton was spurred on by her loud groans and sounds, and wanted nothing more than to drive his erection into her softness. But he liked the pleasure she was getting, and he knew that's what it was.
He let go of one of her hands, and brought his finger to replace his mouth. She was tight, and he shuddered with his pleasure.
She took advantage of her free hand, and pulled at his hair, trying to ride past her sexual pleasure.
But Treyton liked seeing her go up in flames, her orgasm near. It aroused him immensely, as she peaked against his finger, before she became still.
Treyton raised himself back up, and took her lips with his own, and felt her knees clamp around his hips, as she raised them up and around him. She brought her hands over his broad shoulders, keeping him there.
'Yes, touch me..'
He said, hovering inches above her.

A boldness within her took over, and she stroked his skin, fascinated by the byplay of muscles, as they contracted at her touch. She looked at him, to see encouragement and contentment in his eyes.
Still looking into his eyes, she stroked her thumbs over his male nipples, and saw his pupils dilate.
Treyton rolled over with her, so that now she was above him, her hair falling over his chest in a silken mist, her breasts pushing against her bra.
'I want you with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed..'
Treyton tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, while with the other, he unhooked her bra.
Her breasts spilled out, dangling down like ripe fruit for him.
His eyes darkening further, he took one mound into his mouth.

Erisha let out pleasure sounds, as he sucked on her nipple, her head going back with the sensations he evoked.
He shifted his attention to the other one, repeating his actions.
Erisha clasped his arms, needing the support.
Treyton suddenly rolled them over again, so that she was again beneath him, his lips still around her breasts, sucking and licking. He blew over the wetness, causing her nipples to harden into pebbles, after which he bit them.
Erisha pushed her pelvis upwards, and felt the heat of his engorged erection over her stomach.
Wanting to feel his skin next to hers, she pushed at his briefs, to pull them off him.
He made protesting sounds.
'Careful! Or I might explode right here and now!'
He clenched his teeth against the feel of her fingers brushing against his hardness.

'I want to..I need to..please...'
Erisha almost pleaded with the want to feel him inside her.

'Yes..I need you too..right now..'
He helped her remove his briefs off his legs, and moving off her he took out a foil packet from the pocket of his jeans. As she watched, he was back, and positioned himself above her.

Erisha's eyes widened at his size, wondering how ever she would accommodate him, and Treyton noticed, as he sheathed himself.
'I promise to be gentle..as much as I can. Although, with the way I'm feeling right now, I want to just get lost in you with a force I'm trying to fight with..'

Erisha pulled him for a kiss, and he kissed her back, while with his legs, he pushed her legs apart, and touched the brink of her entry way.
He suddenly pushed in, thinking her already wet and ready and Erisha screamed.
'What? What's wrong?'

'Stop! I can't do this..'

Her words, and her tightening of legs made him realise suddenly what the issue was, and the shock shook him, but he was too out of control to stop now.
'I can't stop now! Even if I wanted to! Hang on!'
He tried to control himself, his face twisting with the effort.
Her fists plummeting his chest didn't help any, as he touched the barrier of her femininity.

'I'll die..just stop..'

She was in tears, screaming, but Treyton was too far gone, and pushed past it in one swift move.
He caught her screams in his mouth, pausing as she adjusted for him inside.
'It's okay..it's over! Now there will only be pleasure. Believe me!'

Erisha was crying, sweating, in pain, but she listened to him in the hope that he was right.
And he was true to his word.
Once past the pain, he moved inside of her, pushing and pulling in a rhythm known through time.
She began to move her hips instinctively, and he groaned.
'Yes! Yes! That's it!'
He kissed her brows, her cheeks, as he continued to move inside.

Erisha felt as if she had been pushed off of a precipice, as she went tumbling down and down with sensations she had never experienced.
But he caught her, taking her along a ride that shook them, and sent them right over the edge of ecstacy, as they found their pleasure, in each other's arms.

As he fell off her onto the bed, having touched the heavens and back, he saw her close her eyes, and breathe heavily.

'So..should I be over the moon being your first?'

To be continued..