Arriving at Xavier's house, Meg is fidgeting, her nerves back. She hopes that sex is like riding a bike, another thing she hasn't done since Titus was conceived. What if it wasn't good? For Xavier she means. It doesn't matter if she enjoys it or not, as long as Xavier gets his. Her face feels flushed at the thought, but it's truly more important to her that X enjoy the night, even if she doesn't. From what she remembers, it's painful and uncomfortable. But for Xavier, she'll do anything. And not just because he got her a job.

Taking her hand, Xavier leads her into the house. Stopping in the kitchen, he pours out two glasses of bubbly champagne, and Meg takes a sip, the bubbles going up her nose and making her giggle. More nerves. Xavier grabs the bottle in one hand with his own glass, clutching Meg's hand with his other, leading her down the hallway to a staircase she hadn't realized was even there.

At the top of the stairs, Xavier unlocks and pushes open a door which leads to a rooftop balcony that overlooks the ocean. Astonished at the view, Meg moves closer to the railing, her jaw dropping open at the sight of the sun fading into the ocean. Behind her, she hears music start up. It's more Latin music, and she blushes at the memory of dancing with Xavier previously. She feels his breath on the back of her neck as he blows at her wispy curls, pressing a light kiss to the nape of her neck.

Shivering, she leans into him as his arms wrap around her waist. Her head rests on his chest as they watch the colors of the sky change as the giant ball of fire sinks into the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean.

With a few more sips of her bubbly wine, Meg relaxes as his hands begin roaming. His lips wander over her shoulder, and she realizes she wants to taste him. Turning in his arms, she teases his lips with kisses, sliding her tongue along the seam until he moans, opening his mouth to her. With the invitation to invade, Meg becomes shy, retreating, but Xavier takes over the attack, tangling his tongue with hers.

Her hands explore the planes of his back, and she feels the muscles bunch there. Coming up for air, she sighs. "Xavier...." Her words are like a feather on the wind.

"Me too, babe. Me too," he agrees, hugging her close to him, her head tucked against his chest where she can feel his heart pounding. He rocks her until the current song is over and a new one starts, and Meg is content to just be swaddled in the arms of her man. With the setting sun, though, the breeze feels chillier, and she trembles.

"We should go inside," Xavier is reluctant to move, but his lady is cold, and that's not what he wants for her tonight.

Taking her hand, he leads her downstairs. At his bedroom door, he pauses, but decides maybe it's not time for that yet so he keeps walking. Meg, however, has stopped at his door. The music is playing on the house speakers, so the sound is here too, and she finds she wants to sway her hips and dance to this song. And if it that means right here outside his bedroom, she's okay with that. "Lágrimas Negras" by Bebo is playing, and she figures 'YOLO'.

When Xavier turns to her, she begins undulating side to side, a sexy smile on her face, and Xavier smiles to witness the move. He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he dances her into the bedroom, his leg rubbing in between her thighs, making her ache for him. She pulls his shirt from his pants, sliding her hands underneath to scratch at his back, and he can't help the sound that leaves his mouth. It's a cross between a growl and a groan, and Meg loves the power she feels at the noise.

But when he unbuckles her belt, releasing it from the belt loops as he pulls it free, she recognizes that the tables have turned. She kicks off her shoes as they continue to sway to the music, and Xavier presses his lips to the skin just above her scoop neck shirt. Her head falls back, and Meg wants more from him, so when he gently pulls the fabric down to reveal her right nipple, she shivers, looking at him with heavy lids.

After what feels like an eternity while he takes in the contrast between the color of her nipple and her boob around it, Xavier takes the nipple between his teeth, biting down tenderly. At the sensation, Meg feels a flood of dampness to her core. Fuck. She'd promised she would be happy if Xavier got off, but now she's thinking that tonight might be a different kind of experience for her.

With his tongue, he soothes the skin he'd just sucked into his mouth before moving to tug the fabric down on the other side. Deserting the first breast, Xavier attaches himself to the newly revealed treasure while Meg quivers as the cool air hits her wet skin. Unsure how much more of this she can take, she reaches for Xavier's shirt, wrenching the fabric up, detaching his mouth as she yanks the shirt over his head so that she can see his chest. Licking her lips, she swallows, catching Xavier's eyes. His pupils are dilated, and she fears hers are too. The wild look he has must be mirrored in her own face as he repeats her gesture, carefully drawing her shirt over her head and tossing it aside.

Both are breathing hard now, and Xavier decides he needs to take the lead. His woman, his Meg. She's here. In front of him. And she's all he's wanted for so long. Capturing her mouth in a kiss, he backs her to the bed, sliding his leg once more between her thighs, bringing his knee up to create friction on her lady bits. When she moans into his mouth, he swallows the sound. As the back of her legs run into the bed, he stops moving, reaching around her to unzip her skirt and watch it slide over her hips and down to the floor where she delicately steps out of it.

"Meg," he breathes carefully, in wonder and awe.

She moves to cover her mom tummy, but he grabs her arms, holding them out to her sides.

"You are beautiful," he informs her. "Gorgeous."

Blushing, she's unsure how to respond. No man has called her either of those things. Ever.

Reverently, he kisses her again, touching his lips lightly to hers in a chaste move before he picks her up, causing her to squeal. Placing her fondly on the bed, he kisses her once more as she lies there, his tongue battling hers as they devour each other.

When he climbs on the bed still clad in his jeans, Meg wants to protest, but he tells her, "Hush. My turn first. Indulge me please."

She doesn't know what he means. How could this be his turn? His fingertips skim up and down her thighs, and she can't help the way her legs fall open at the touch, the sensation traveling all along her spine, forcing her back to arch in need.

When he settles between her legs, wrapping his arms around her thighs, Meg tries to pull him up. She'd had a wax in preparation for this night, but she's pretty confident that her hoohah looks horrible after giving birth all those years ago. Shouldn't this be something they do in the dark? Shouldn't he be sliding into home base now or something?

With one finger, he traces along her cleft, pressing the fabric of her panties into her slit. The teasing is killing her, and she squirms from side to side, waiting for whatever is next. Covering her eyes with her hands makes the feeling stronger, so instead she stares at the ceiling, blowing air out of her lungs as he hooks his hands in the waistband of her panties and slides them down her legs.

He has to sit up to peel them completely off of her, and they make eye contact. Her face is suffused with color, and he smiles at her. "Relax, Meg-pie. I've got this."

Biting her lip, she nods at him. "I know, X. It's just....been a long time."

His eyes widen. "Yeah. I'm like your first, aren't I?" The thought brings him great pleasure.

Grinning, he lies back between her legs, bending one of her knees in the process. "I can't wait to taste you, Meg-pie," he says just before his tongue touches her, causing her hips to buck. Chuckling, Xavier moves one arm over her hips, holding her down delicately. Renewing his efforts, he uses his tongue to tease her bud, and she cries out in pleasure.

Flattening his tongue, he sweeps it inside her completely, and she cannot believe the tears running down her face. How. Did. She. Not. Know. This. Feeling?

He redoubles his efforts, teasing her clit back and forth with his tongue. Then, his eyes on hers, he wets his finger with his mouth, sliding it slowly into her. She clenches her muscles around his digit, and, although already hard, he knows that his dick is harder than it's ever been. Carefully, he establishes a rhythm with his one finger, moving in and out of her as he returns to tickling her nubbin with his tongue.

Without warning, Meg grabs his hair, pushing her pelvis into his mouth as she comes, screaming his name which echoes off the walls of his bedroom in a way he's never heard his name said before. He continues to pump his fingers as she rides out her climax.

When she's left whimpering from the amazing orgasm (her first!), he stands from the bed, quickly divesting himself of his jeans and boxers. Meg's arm has been thrown over her face during her pinnacle, but now she looks at him standing by the bed, his dick in all of its glory right there.

"It's so big," she thinks, and when Xavier sniggers, she realizes she spoke out loud.

"Don't worry," he whispers, "I think we'll fit together just fine."

Rolling on a condom from his nightstand, Xavier concentrates on giving Meg a second orgasm, calming his body as much as he can. Meg is relieved she hadn't needed to get her purse for the latex she'd brought. She should have known he would be prepared. He's a loving and thoughtful sex partner. Or has been so far.

When he climbs back on the bed, the two make eye contact. Watching her face carefully, Xavier uses his right hand to prepare her for his entrance, spreading her juices around on her outside and on his sheathed cock as well. With his left hand, he slowly guides himself into her inch by inch, keeping an eye on her, stopping when she needs to adjust to his size. When he's fully seated inside her, he moves his hands to her face, kissing her as deeply as he's embedded.

Meg wants to cry. This. THIS. WOW. How had she not known this is what it could feel like? She's never felt closer to another human being as she feels to Xavier in this moment, and when he withdraws slowly, she sucks in a breath. The ripples from her orgasm earlier have barely faded, and her interior muscles are already clenching again. Unbelievable.

When he plunges back inside her, she catches her breath again. "Again, X. Please," she begs, and he complies. With each stroke, she feels her insides coiling more tightly, and she is compelled to shift her hips, wrapping her legs around his ass, which has the side effect of sinking him deeper in a way she hadn't felt him earlier.

"Faster, Xavier. Please," she mumbles, and then realizes she's being very selfish. "If it's okay with you."

Through gritted teeth, Xavier laughs, "Meg-pie, nothing would please me more." Speeding up, he knows he's close to his undoing, and he's not sure where she is in the process, so he reaches between them to rub at her clit as he takes her nipple into his mouth, and the triple attack on her senses is enough to make her cry out, her second orgasm overtaking her as Xavier plunges into her again more quickly until he feels his own seed spilling into the condom. His arms become rigid, and the cords on his neck stand out, and Meg is honored to watch his shattering so soon after her own.

This was what she had wanted. To please him. But she hadn't expected to enjoy the act herself. Instead of collapsing on her, Xavier flings himself to the side, lying on his back.

"Holy shit, Meg-pie. That was...." he has no words, as tears fill his eyes.

Turning on her side, she examines him, his sweaty body drained.

"I love you, Xavier Alexander Tarrango," Meg tells him with supreme confidence. "I love you more than there are stars in the sky. More than there are grains of sand on all the beaches of the world. More than my heart can bear."

He looks at her then, the tears on his face, smiling at her, "I love you, too, Meg-pie."

After disposing of the condom, he climbs under the covers, encouraging Meg to crawl in with him. She snuggles into his side, her bare leg wrapping over his thigh as she sighs.

"Can we do that again?" she asks shyly.

"Meg-pie," he drawls, "Te quiero un millón de veces. I want you a million times. Just give me a little while to recover from the way you shattered around me and brought my world into sharper focus."

With a proud grin, Meg traces over his nipple with her fingertips. They drift off to sleep, but a short nap and another helping of their leftover dinner around midnight renews their energy. By morning, Meg has experienced five orgasms. Not bad for her sort-of first time.