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The First Time Having Sex with Baxter (step4)

our life: beginnings & always

Tags:Baxter Ward/Reader; Step 4 (Our Life: Beginnings & Always); Vaginal Sex; Vaginal Fingering; French Kissing; Sex in a Car; First Time; Car Sex

Fandom:Our Life: Beginnings & Always (Visual Novel)

【Summary:

"Let's have car sex." You looked at him and said it, word by word.

"..." He made a rare non-response, which would normally seem very unseemly and impolite to him.

Even though it was very dark, you were sure you're catching a little shiver in his breath.

Ten seconds later, he nodded 'Yes'.】

Although it took him very five years to walk from the other end of the stream to your end along the broken tree trunk, it would only take two weeks for him to reunite with you from the far two sides of California.

That's right. Baxter Ward--your boyfriend finally came to you on his vacation.

He purposely didn't tell you the exact time of his arrival, 'as a surprise', he said. Though somehow you knew which was also some of his occupational habit, to always wait for whatever was coming with grace and ease, instead of showing obvious nervousness about anything, whether good or bad.

It was Friday. You've been busy all day in the marine protection enterprise which you co-owned with Cove. So even if you knew Baxter was coming today, it's still a nice surprise to come downstairs and see him leaning against his car door.

Deliberately dyed black hair, the white and black, decent without the wrinkles of the suit, fair skin in the sunset showing a little pink. It's him!

You rushed toward him, and he turned his head at the sound of footsteps, naturally opening his arms to hold you tight.

"It's nice to see you at work."Baxter combed a stray strand of your hair with his hand,"Your tired look is also very attractive." His natural, pleasant-sounding, sincere praise, which you adored very much.

After Baxter saying hello to Cove, you set up the GPS, drove his car, and headed back to your apartment. In fact, you've only just moved back, from where you used to share a flat with Cove, to another floor in the same neighborhood, as this many years of you living in another same neighborhood, the Sunset Bird.

So while entering your apartment, he was in front of your suitcases and closets all opening their big mouths,looking a little helpless and funny. Just like the same day you were attending Jude and Scott's wedding, except this time it's not the morning but the evening, and your clothes were completely on.

"I've made up my mind," you explained apologetically, "I've booked a hotel room for you today, so you can have a good rest. And if you don't mind, you can stay at my flat tomorrow."

"Thanks for your thoughtful arrangement." He said with a smile. His brown eyes glittering like waves in the orange sunset through the French windows.

"Do you need rest now? Or are you hungry? I can drive you wherever you go." You changed into your slippers and wanna quickly wash your face. Meanwhile, making eye contact with the cow-print slippers you prepared for him. Still black and white.

With a smile in his eyes, he picked up his slippers and studied them carefully for a moment. "Still, thank you for your very nice consideration."

You two decided to drive to the seaside hotel you have already booked. After a very nice dinner and refreshing shower, you pulled up to a slightly remote coastal road and started walking along the coast.

Your boyfriend was still wearing his shoes, and you were holding his hand with one hand and your strappy sandals with the other. Your skirt rose and fell with the sea wind, forming a gentle barrier of dark blue under the night, between him and the sea.

Baxter talked about what he had done in the two weeks before he came to see you, what interesting things he had seen on the drive, and you talked about what you had done in the office today, what delicious food would you like to try with him in the next few days. And everything else.

Finally, you raised your hand to do a watch action, a pretend-to-have-a-watch game.

"Wow, it's late." you said, pretending to be surprised.

"How time flies." he replied and chuckled, pretending to be surprised too.

"So, do you have any ideas?" you affectionately squeezed his hand, a deliberate hint.

"What about you, my dear?" He asked you back, but at the same time he was already pulling you back towards where your car was parked.

"Are you tired now? Just for sure." When you finally got to the car, you asked again.

"No, I've eaten and showered and walked with you, now I'm in My Best Night Mode." He smiled, his fair skin obvious in the dark air, with a typical cheshire cat smile.

"I've got some champagne for you," you whispered close to him.

"I guess you have some bold ideas. Please tell me." He began to be curious.

"You guess." You raised one eyebrow, the smile was more obvious.

"A drink, a dance hall, and a king size bed?" He watched you putting on your shoes and meanwhile beginning his brainstorm. But the options were so few that even as a "professional party planner", his speculation was limited.

"Let me ask you one more question. What level of shame can you do?" You finally began to throw out the answer.

"That's an odd question," he said, the cheshire cat's smile fading as he smoothed the nonexistent crease in his jacket collar, "well, that depends."

You put out your hand and made a sign for entering the car, as if he was a gentlelady and you were a gentleman.

Somewhat surprised, he cleared his throat, nodded, and took the passenger seat.

Ten minutes later, you drove to one place.

It was the deeper reaches of the coast, the boundary between the coast and the forest. The trees that should have been dark green by day were a little dark blue at the moment, but the coastline that was barely visible was a little bright blue against the sky. A great many stars twinkled overhead, but at eye level it was almost pitch black.

"I'm a little confused, I have to admit. Are we in the location of a horror movie or a romance movie?" He joked, but it was clear he didn't know what you were up to.

"Let's,have,car sex." You looked at him and said it, word by word.

"..." He made a rare non-response, which would normally seem very unseemly and impolite to him.

Even though it was very dark, you were sure you're catching a little shiver in his breath.

Ten seconds later, he nodded.

By the time Baxter finally began to regain his composure, you two were already in the back seat. You're watching him unbutton his suit jacket one by one. He unlocked a few, when looking up at you, smiled, and you had to admit it's actually a exquisite picture.

And you're wearing a beach dress, so you could watch him take off his suit, then took a few seconds to unzip your skirt and slided it into the driver's seat. And he, of course, carefully hung his jacket from the front window with a jacket hanger that had come out of nowhere to prevent wrinkles.

Now he was face to face with you in the backseat of the car, half-naked. He was unusually hesitant. He was at a loss to stroke the folds of his nonexistent shirt.

"So, here we are." He said.

"Would you like some champagne?" You asked, half thoughtfully and half mischievously.

You saw him as he was five years ago, frowning over the ice cream truck, thinking, the kind of long-lost contemplation.

"That's a life saver." he paused, his long-lost sincerity exaggerated by gratitude.

You picked up the champagne that had been prepared, poured a glass and handed it to him. The bottle was still cold, and the mist slid down it.

After pouring, you quickly tossed the bottle to the front seat. He looked up and drinked with a smile on his face as he watchesd you.

And as soon as he did so, you kissed the standard-Baxter-mole on his neck. You felt his Adam's apple paused as he rolled down the champagne.

Gave him a little peck on the mole, and then you stopped and watched as he gracefully emptied the champagne--not a small one--and putted the empty glass in the front seat.

When he finally started kissing you on your lower lips, it's not nearly as slow as when he putted his glass down. First a touch with a faint smell of champagne, then a nibble, then a suck.

At the same time your bra became redundant to him, you kissed and held his back, his hand had begun to touch your bra buckle. The truth was, you didn't normally wear a bra, but for fun or practical mischief, it's a rare occasion.

Baxter wouldn't lose his mind over a glass of champagne, you knew his self-discipline and control. His movements were entirely for other reasons -- you knew it very well.

Baxter confirmed your permission before proceeding with unbuttoning. After untying it, he said politely somehow you didn't know his object of praise, "That's just, flawless." though the polite words were out of place at the moment.

Few minutes later, your thighs were already in his laps, and your back was between you and the car door, against the pillow on his car(thanks for that). He methodically (you wondered if he rehearsed it in his head) kissed your lips, neck, collarbone, and breasts, while one hand caressed your thigh.

"You have nice legs," he said out of the blue, well, not so out of the blue, because he said that about you at the club ten years ago, still less today, you're NAKED now.

The man in front of you had almost regained his former grace and order. This was certainly not what you want to see right now.

So you grabbed his length and started stroking and sliding without rhythm. His breathing was finally getting more labored.

"Miss, I didn' t know you are wild like this." He said,with somewhat embarrassed and flustered.

You smirked a little wickedly, and suddenly gained strength, but after a few seconds you let go. You wanna see his eagerness.

He lived up to your expectations.

Next thing you knew, you're lying on the backseat of the car, your head resting on his cushions and pillows, his fingers on your clitoris and your nipples.

He then copied your action--he jerked to a halt.

That sparked a dissatisfied mutter of you, and he smiled triumphantly, as if cheshire cat had lifted his tail and rubbed it lovingly around you.

Then he blocked your breath with kisses and continued his action on your clitoris. His fingers slowly slided into your vagina as he heard the rising liquid noise. You could't help groaning a little. After a while, he putted in another finger, and then another, and you feel yourself filled with soreness and pleasure.

Then his fingers began to bend in the direction of your belly, at different angles and with different forces. And before long, he found your point.

He took his time pressing his fingers deep and shallow against it, while carefully watching your reaction, you could not help but straighten the waist each time. But you could feel the heat and love in his gaze. You could also hear him swallowing and breathing as you were being touched.

But instead of just letting him caress you gasping for breath, you 'stroke back'. You also deepened your kiss with him, and you held his length again with more force, though you were kind of unable to exert strength. Finally, you heared the liquid sound Baxter's body made.

That's when you whispered in his ear, using your sexiest tone (you must admit that you had practiced a few times for this moment, for his reaction) , "Baxter, FUCK me."

As you wish, he froze.

Or more, he only froze for 0.1 seconds, at the same time his breathing became loud, you did not know where the original condom was quickly putted on him.

The next second, inside your body was full of him. You couldn't help making a gasp with slight pain, he seemed to have just woken up and kissed you on the forehead apologetically. "May I go on? I can stop whenever you need, you know."

You got used to his coming in for a while, and then you let out a movie villain laugh, "I did THAT on purpose."

He was a little surprised, even though your bodies were still in very close contact, he stopped and asked, "Which part, if you mind?"

"The fuck me part." You're smiling again, this time smug and satisfied.

"Wow, that's absolutely impressive." He admired from the bottom of his heart, and then he went on his motion.

His movements gradually increaseed in strength, your upper bodies and lips pressed together, you were surrounded by his cologne, the sweat and breathing of both of you. The empty but ultimate pleasure in your mind and the smell made it harder to breathe, whether for the purpose of a prank of 'fight back' or thoughtfulness of your boyfriend, you heard the side-door window roll down as the sunroof was opened.

The brackish sea breeze rushed into the small space where you and Baxter were, washing away some of the white haze in your brain. Your breathing and his became clear.

In the gently rushing sea breeze, the twinkle of the stars fell through the sunroof. His eyes gazed at you with warmth and affection in the movement and amplitude. This physical closeness and the embrace and caress of the sea breeze made you feel as if you two were on a boat. Under your body in the waves was your hometown where you have lived for more than ten years. All the seas were like your hometown.

After a few orgasms, your hugs gradually became more intimate and tender from the initial irrepressible intensity. The rhythm of your bodies was more like an aftertaste, because neither of you wanted to leave the other. So you just held each other in silence, and the body movements and whispers in each other's ears made the night quieter and gentler.

This is the beach, the same but different from the other beach you're used to and love, Sunset Bird. The same thing is that your favorite friends are still with you; the different thing is that this is another beach right now, with strange stars overhead, strange forests and waves looking up, right now, in front of only him, you lost and find again in five years your friend, your boyfriend, who will also be your life-long love and partner.

Your boyfriend, Baxter Ward, his brown eyes flickering into you, his arms holding you, his scents embracing you, and though you're pretty sure there's no bonfires burning around you, maybe the stars flicker? The fire of stars was right reflected in his eyes.

#our life beginnings & always #gb patch #baxter ward

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