Dante picks me up, lips still locked on mine and lays me on his bed.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he whispers huskily,  lightly tugging the skin below my ear, between his teeth.

"But I didn't get to help you with-"

"Shh, baby. This is about you."

"Please Dante I want to-"

His hand slides into my trackpants, past my underwear and he slides a finger across my clit. My thighs clench together instinctively, trapping his hand there. "So wet. For me," he mutters, maintaining eye contact with me.

He attempts to part my thighs, ever so gently, sliding two fingers in. As his fingers pick up speed, he caresses my jaw and places soft, open kisses along my neck, slightly sucking. With every thrust of his fingers, he adds more and more pressure and passion into it.

"Good girl," he softly moans into my ear, panting heavily, "I want to taste you. I want to devour that sweet pussy that belongs to me. Dripping wet for me. Unless you want me to make love to you right here, right now. I can do that if you wish, baby. Anything to make you happy and satisfied."

Pulling the tip of my earlobe into his mouth, his hand travels under the hoodie I'm wearing and grabs a hold of my left breast.

"Dante, please, I'm so close," I struggle to get out. To have someone like him focusing solely on pleasuring me gives me more satisfaction and pride than anything ever before. I want him to be the one to 'take my virginity' so to say.

Feeling his fingers curling inside of me, my back arches as the intense feeling of an orgasm ripples through me. I grip Dante's arms tightly as he slows his motions, whispering sweet words into my ear.

"That's it, sweetheart. Good girl, you're doing amazing."

Taking a minute to catch my breath, Dante carefully pulls his fingers out and teasingly licks them clean, before laying down beside me.

"Dante?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

I turn to him, curling up and moving his hand to use as a pillow for myself. "I want you to be my first."

"Lexi, you don't know what you're saying. You're just caught up in the moment and you need to really think about it before we go that far. It's not an easy-"

"Please. I know we're in the moment but I've never been so sure of anything like this. I know I want you to be my first and I know I won't regret it. I feel the same with all three of you but... please Dante. I just feel like you're the one I want first."

The truth is, I feel so protected with Dante. I know Ian and Axel care so much for me, but with Dante it's just a different level. He's the very person I've always wanted, someone who's so protective and cares without controlling me or making me feel incapable of doing anything. I'd also say he's the most mature. I seek that maturity. That safety.

In saying that, I don't want Ian and Axel any less than I want Dante. I want them all the same. I care for them all the same. But I want Dante to be my first.

"Lexi, are you sure? Please don't feel pressured or like you even have to ever do stuff like that with us. We never want you to-"

"Yes. I'm certain. Never been more certain. Trust me." Then it hits me. Maybe he isn't ready to progress further. Maybe he wants to wait. "I'm so sorry, Dante. I didn't even ask if you wanted to have sex or go further. I'm really sorry for being so selfish and only thinking of myself."

"Hey, Lexi, listen sweetheart," Dante whispers comfortingly, caressing the side of my face, "I want this too. I want it so badly but it's not about me. I'm a guy, I'm always like this when I have a goddess like you as my girl. I can't help it. I love absolutely everything about you. But I want to be certain that this is what you want, not temporarily. If you really want it then I promise I'll be your first. I want it just as much, if not, more than you. Just say the word and your wish is my command."

"Please be my first, Dante," I say surely.

At those words, he inhales deeply and clenches his eyes shut. Once he opens them, he glances at me with slight concern before shifting his weight onto his side. "Promise you'll tell me at any moment if it's too much for you?" he asks.

"I promise."

With a peck on my forehead, he sits up and carefully straddles me while on his knees, not putting any weight on me. He holds the end of the jumper and I raise my arms to allow him to undress me. "Just putting on some soft music," Dante whispers, "it'll help settle emotions and all of that."

He really understands my love and need for music in everything I do and how it helps me keep control in any situation. But right now my hands are slightly shaking and sweaty, while my heart is beating a million miles an hour.

Nervous is an understatement. I'm internally freaking out. The only time this has ever happened was by force and I refuse to acknowledge that he was my first.

"I'll be gentle," he says, "I promise."

That's what he said too. "No, no, get off me. Please, not today. Please get off me." He didn't listen to my cries and screams. He didn't get off of me. But Dante isn't him. I can trust Dante. I trust him with my life.

Dante begins to kiss along my jaw and neck, trailing kisses down my bare chest to my lower stomach.

"I said I'll be gentle. You're so pretty and no one was with you. You don't deserve to be alone. I'll make you happy. You had a rough day. I'll make it better." Stop. It's not him. He's not here.

Gently, Dante slides down my trackpants, followed by my underwear. He pulls back to untie his pants and pull them down, along with his boxers. We both take in each other's naked bodies, adoring every crevice and feature.

"Are you still ok to keep going?" he asks.

He buries his head in my neck, pushing forward with no warning. He moans at the feeling of thrusting in and out repeatedly while I squirm and cry against him. It hurts. Why is he still going? I want him to stop. Please stop. Please-

"Baby? We don't have to do this if you're not ready."

His lips move back up to my own, apparently finding pleasure in such an 'intimate' action. He slows his thrusts as he begins to harden to the point of almost barely moving. With one final, hard shove into me, he groans out at the feeling of releasing inside me. His warm fluids flood my insides, leaving me unable to move.

"Sweetheart? Are you ok?" This is Dante. He's not that man. He will never be that man.

"Yeah, sorry. We can keep going," I whimper, getting a control over my thoughts and emotions. I don't want to ruin this for him. We've already started anyway, I can do this.

Sighing heavily, Dante explains, "I can tell you're not ok. I can't continue, Lexi. It goes against everything I believe in to see you not ready but keep going with this.

"Dante, I'm fine. I want this and I want you-"

Sudden contact with my shoulders have me instantly tense up with fear. "Please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I whisper, beginning to uncontrollably lose composure and tremble.

"Hey, Lexi, it's ok. You're ok. You're safe with me. Look, it's just me, baby," he coos softly in my ear. Remaining in our naked states, Dante lays back beside me and pulls me towards him, resting his chin above my head. "It's ok. We won't be doing anything tonight. Just me and you. I'll stay holding you for as long as you need, ok sweetheart?"

"I just... I really wanted this but I just saw him all over again. I'm sorry." I curl up as much as I can, remaining as small as possible. His arms engulf me in so much warmth, I almost forget everything else. Listening to his heart rythmically beating, my fears slowly vanish, desire taking over again. "I'm ready. I want this, Dante."

"Lexi please give it some time."

"If not now, then when? I don't want one bad experience to get in the way of my relationship with you guys. You're alive and well and your heart keeps me alive as well, Dante. I love you," I finally whisper as I gaze into his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. The same ones I first saw on that plane all those weeks and months ago.

At the sound of those words, I'm flipped onto my back, arms pinned above my head as Dante goes straight for my lips.  "I fucking love you so much, Lexi," he gasps between kisses. "Are you sure? I promise we don't have to if you don't want to."

"Please just do it already. I want this. I want you. I want you to make love to me, Dante." Sex feels like such a casual word and this is more than just sex. This is a part of making a relationship stronger with physical intimacy.

"Ok, baby. But please tell me to stop at any time when you need me to."

"Thank you, Dante."

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Dante POV

Her resilience to conquer her fear and replace negative memories with positive ones is so inspiring. What I would do to be able to do that so easily. Some things are meant to stay forever and I know the guilt I have for my sister will never leave.

And just like Lexi, I'm very nervous. While I have messed around with a few girls here and there, it was light stuff and never sex. I've never fucked a girl before. I saw it only as a distraction from my path to success.

And I couldn't have changed it for the world. To save myself for someone worth it, like Lexi. I groan at the sight of her naked body lying beneath me. Without a second thought, I sink two fingers into her pussy, while latching my mouth onto her right nipple. My other hand reaches for her other boob and I begin squeezing and playing with it.

Foreplay is very important. I want to make it as pleasurable as possible for her. Her moans reach my ear, making my dick harden even more, if that's possible. Her hand runs through my hair, gripping it and pulling my head closer to her chest.

Her back arches with every thrust of my fingers in her. With a final curl of my fingers and a playful bite on her nipple, I pull out and away from her, catching my breath and preparing to complete the 'love making' process.

I've already had the conversation with Ian and Axel privately. I think it's fair to say the vote was unanimous for who should be the first one to have sex with Lexi. That's why it was almost no surprise when she asked me to be her first. I know that she would have felt safer with me first, before anyone else. I'm the most mature. I'm the protector. I will do anything for the ones I love, especially Lexi.

"Ok, baby, I'm going to keep going. Is that alright with you?" I ask for confirmation.

"Please don't stop. I need you. Please," Lexi begs, almost as if losing control. Fuck she sounds so hot when she's begging for me. God, what did I do to deserve such a girl?

"You let me know if it gets too much, ok?"

She nods as I bend down to capture her lips with mine. The best way to go about this is to keep her feeling pleasure everywhere, that way if it hurts, which I'm sure it will a bit, it's bearable for her.

I rub her arousal on my fingers over my dick, then placing the tip directly at her pussy entrance. Spreading her legs apart to adjust myself properly, I guide them around my torso to provide as much comfort to her, then progressively lower the kisses from her lips to her neck.

Neck kisses are a weakness for most girls and Lexi is no exception. She gets lost in the slow, torturous kisses I place along her neck, making sure I leave no spot untouched.

I gently begin to move ever so slightly, pushing the tip in, sucking on a spot under her jaw.

"Dante," she moans, gripping the back of my neck tightly. "Please." Her voice sounds so strained that I almost cum as she speaks.

"Breathe in, baby. I'll be very careful, I promise." For a brief moment, her eyes lock with mine, almost certainly searching for safety and reassurance. "I promise. Just breathe for me, ok? It'll only hurt for a second."

While still gaining that reassurance from me, I maintain eye contact with her as I very carefully move forward, inch by inch. She's so tight it feels so fucking good. Her eyes close shut as her back arches and she pushes my head back down to her neck.

"Oh my gosh," she gasps, so much pleasure filling her voice. My lips move of their own accord, returning to the other side of her neck to replicate the job I did.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good. You're a goddess," I moan out, pushing the final inch into her.

"Give me a minute please," she pants, chest falling and rising rapidly. I stay still inside her, reaching for her boobs. Fuck they're so big and soft and juicy. I want my dick between them so badly. The thought of this has my cock twitching profusely, causing Lexi to let out more moans. She's going to be the death of me.

"Please keep going, Dante. Please."

Squeezing her boobs and pushing against them, I carefully pull out most of my cock from her pussy before sliding back in. I feel her slightly pushing up with the same rhythm as me. I set an even pace, gradually increasing the intensity.

It's both of our first times so I didn't really expect us to be experts in this. We keep our lips interlocked most of the time, as Lexi finds this the most reassuring thing for herself in this situation.

As I continue thrusting in and out of her, I feel myself very close to the edge. Her pussy clenches around me more and more the closer I get. She's close too.

"I'm so close, baby. Do you want me to pull out?" I ask, slowing down the pace slightly so I don't accidentally spill inside her.

"No, I'm safe, it's fine," she moans out half consciously. I pick up my speed again, thrusting in and out of her as she moves with me. "Please, I'm so close."

The next few thrusts I push myself as far as I can, attempting to bring her over the edge. And true to that, her body begins to shake and shudder as her pussy clenches so hard around my dick that nothing stops me from cumming inside of her.

Her pussy milks me dry as we both lay there catching our breaths.

"Thank you so much, Dante," she barely whispers out as she lays with her eyes closed. Definitely very tired.

"No, thank you, my queen, for trusting me with something like this. Sleep well, sweetheart," I whisper back, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. She hums as an acknowledgement of hearing me, then her breathing slows as she cuddles into me.

Fuck that felt so good. And looking at her beside me, she's more gorgeous than ever before. I will never know how I got so lucky. I want to get up and clean her up, but her grip around me has me falling into a peaceful sleep.

Before I black out, I ever so quietly pull out of her, adjusting her legs around mine, before pulling her even closer and relishing this moment.

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