First?

Zayn and Maya sat side by side; she was still trembling. She wasn't lying when she said she lacked experience.

On the other hand, he was already pretty casual about it.

As a college football player, the number of girls throwing themselves at him this year alone was in the triple digits. 

Of course, he rarely engaged with them because he wasn't that kind of person.

That, along with the fact that he heard plenty about women trying to get themselves pregnant by future NFL players.

"Are you having second thoughts? We could stop, you know," he asked, his breath tickling her neck.

The contrast between his words and actions made Maya feel cornered—he really knew how to make her heart pound.

"I can always ask someone else... Maybe Hannah would be up for it..."

Maya grabbed his arm and shook her head. "No, please, do it with me," she pleaded.

At this point, she was already playing into his hands, and he leaned in to kiss her.

She leaned away at first, showing her inexperience, but he guided her gently enough to make her feel good right away.

When she started to get into the mood, he stopped to tease her halfway.

She looked a bit disappointed and averted her eyes. Then, he slowly guided her to lie on the floor.

"I..." she paused, trying to keep her skirt from being pulled down, but he ignored her.

The fabric brushing down her legs made her feel ticklish, and she became even more excited.

"I don't know if it's okay... I sweat a lot already, and I've never done this before."

Zayn chuckled softly. "Don't worry, Maya. You smell fine," he assured her, leaning in to take a gentle whiff of her skin. "In fact, you smell really good."

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her slit.

He started by kissing her legs, his lips slowly moving up from her ankles to her knees, then to her soft thighs.

His tongue darted out, tasting her skin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake.

Zayn could feel her trembling under his touch, her breaths becoming shallow and uneven.

As he reached the end of her thighs, he intentionally avoided her white panty, instead moving his attention to her stomach.

He licked and nibbled at her navel, his hands roaming up to cup her small, perky breasts, while he rolled her nipples between his fingers, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

"I feel really good, "she whispered, arching her back slightly. He took this as an invitation to lean back down and capture her mouth with his again. 

This time, his tongue danced with hers, exploring and teasing. 

Maya's hands found their way into his hair, her nails digging gently into his scalp as she tried to hold him closer.

His fingers, meanwhile, had started their descent, slowly sliding under the elastic band of her underwear.

He paused for a moment, giving her a chance to protest, but she only gasped and shifted her hips to give him better access.

With a smile, he began to massage her slit in a circular motion, his thumb occasionally pressing against her clit to feel the firmness. She got a large vulva for her size. 

Her legs parted wider. Then, as her wetness grew, he applied a bit more pressure, feeling her warmth and the slickness that coated his fingertips.

"You're too wet already," he teased her, his voice low and husky.

The words sent a jolt of arousal through her body. She felt his warm breath against her neck as he spoke, his voice vibrating through her skin and down to her slit. 

"It seems like you can't wait for me to fuck you.," he added, his thumb now rubbing her clit in earnest, his other hand squeezing her breast.

Maya bit her lip, trying to form the words to protest, but all she could manage was a breathy "No... I'm just... not used to this."

The feeling was overwhelming, and she didn't have the willpower to resist anymore.

She felt the beginnings of a climax building within her, a sensation she had only ever experienced alone in the quiet of her own bedroom.

The real thing was really different from her just touching herself, it was like comparing a gentle summer rain to a roaring storm. 

With him, it was as if every part of her was alive with sensation, each caress and stroke a declaration of his desire for her.

It was intoxicating, and she found herself craving more, even as her mind raced with the implications of what they were about to do.

"Are you tired of just my finger?" he asked, stopping midway to not give her the pleasure of cumming yet. 

His voice was a sweet torment, a teasing whisper that danced through the air and settled into her bones.

She looked at him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and longing. She felt his hand leaving her, the sudden absence of his touch like a cold wind on her heated flesh.

"Beg for it," he ordered, his eyes dark and intense, his own desire for her clear in the bulge pressing against his pants.

Maya felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through her. This wasn't how she had ever imagined her first time would be, but something about his commanding tone made her want to submit to him even more.

She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice.

"Tell me you want me to take your virginity." he repeated, his thumb brushing against her clit in a taunting promise of what was to come.

Finally, she found the words. "Please," she breathed, her voice shaking, "I want you to be my first."

It was all he needed to hear. He stood up, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down. 

His erection sprang free, making Maya gulp at the sight. It was thick and long, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension at the thought of taking it inside her. 

"THAT WON'T FIT ME !!!" she gasps.