****Warning - Sexual Content. If you are under 17, please skip this chapter****
Gene wakes up to warmth. Not the kind that causes you to sweat, but just the right temperature to make you feel comfortable and blissful. She jolts when she feels movement next to her, then relaxes. She remembers that Brandt was lying next to her. She turns to face him and catches a glimpse of his face thanks to the little light that reaches them from the windows.
'I guess he fell asleep here.'
He looks so peaceful while sleeping. His long eyelashes are beautiful and his slightly parted lips are so sexy. She wants to kiss them.
'Come on, don't be a perv, he's sleeping.'
She closes her eyes to try to fall back asleep. She tries, but thoughts of kissing Brandt keep flooding her head. Her eyes travel down to his slightly open shirt, showing a hint of his chest. She gulps.
'Would it be weird if I touched it?' She shakes her head. 'Yes, yes it would be weird. God, why am I like this?'
Gene squeezes her eyes shut again. She tries to think of something else, a nice and cold Spritzer. Delicious cinnamon Chimney Cake filled with Nutella.
'Nutella. Man, I miss Nutella. You can spread it on anything and it would make it delicious. Anything… Shit.'
Her attempts are not working. She blames it on her sexual frustrantion. Gene hasn't had sex in a few years. She just needs to get it out of her system. She decides to wake him up.
She removes the covers and slowly climbs on top of her fiancé. Gene pushes the locks that cover part of his face back and caress his cheek. Brandt suddenly grabs her hand and sits up.
"What is, where am I?" he asks, disoriented.
"My bed."
"What?"
He looks around then tries to push her so he can stand, but she clings to his shoulders. Gene takes a deep breath.
"Listen Brandt, I understand that you are a gentleman and that you want to follow tradition and not sleep together until after the wedding, but I want to do it. Actually, I need to do it now." The words stumble out of her lips as fast as her mouth can catch up to her brain.
For a second, she thought Brandt didn't understand what she was trying to say, he looks so confused.
"Do you understand what your words mean?" he asks.
"Of course I do."
"I don't think you do, dear."
'Why can't he get it through his head that I want to sleep with him? This is very frustrating.'
Gene grabs his face and crushes his lips with hers. Her kiss is hungry and demanding, she pours her very soul into it. He kisses her back but he does not reciprocate the passion. She pushes him down on the bed.
"My dear, let's—" the words die in his throat when Gene takes off her nightgown.
'Good.'
She watches him swallow hard with a smile.
"It's not your first time, is it?" Her question makes him come back to his senses.
"No, dear, it is not," he answers with a smirk.
'Not mine either.'
Gene slowly leans closer, her eyes never leaving his. She teases him by lightly brushing my lips against his, then nibbling on his jaw. She moves back to his lips, licking but not kissing. Brandt wraps his arms around her, flattening her chest against his.
With his hand on the back of her neck, he closes the distance and presses his lips against hers in multiple pecks. Softly at first, like taking small sips of burning hot tea. Then, his pecks deepen and become more urgent. When his tongue strokes hers, a deep groan escapes his throat. The sound drives Gene wild.
She plants kisses down his neck and, after she pulls his shirt up, his hard chest. She can already feel his bulge underneath her. She slides down a bit more so that her hands can unbutton Brandt's pants. He gently places his hands over hers.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes," she answers without hesitation. Then he unbuttons his pants and slides them down.
She can't help but stare. His erection puts her exes to shame. All three of them, four if she counts Joshua from high school.
'Holy erection.'
She immediately placed herself on top, ready to slide him into her wetness.
"What the—Ouch—"
"You have to take it slow, dear."
'Oh no, no no no! It totally slipped my mind that Siv is probably still a virgin.
Damn it. This is awful. I have to go through this again.'
Gene is on the verge of crying at her misery, it's like this whole world has been conspiring against her having sex. Brandt sits up and lowers her to the bed, he is now on top.
"It'll be alright, we just have to take our time," he whispers against her cheek. His breath makes the hair on her back stand.
He leaves a trail of kisses on her skin and it feels like a fire is lit every time his lips touch her. He nibbles on her right breast, then her left, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Gene jumps when she feels his fingers between her legs.
'I am ready, I have been ready.'
Brandt places himself between her legs. Gene feels a brief pinch before he thrusts himself into her with a long and slow push. It feels a bit uncomfortable, but not as bad as she expected. Nothing like Joshua rummaging around in the back seat of his brother's R12, desperate to find that entry.
"Are you alright?" Brandt's voice gets her attention.
"Yes." She throws her arms around his neck to bring him down for a kiss.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not really."
"Then, I'll start moving." He says against her lips.
He moves slowly at first and gradually picks up his pace as something builds up inside Gene. It doesn't take long before her body shutters with a mind blowing orgasm.
She squeezes her eyes shut as her muffled moans gradually calm down. She can't move for a few moments until Brandt brings her back with his kisses on her neck.
When she opens my eyes, she is met with an amused prince.
"How was that?"
"Incredible." Gene didn't know whether it's because it's a different body or not, it was so good.
"My turn." Brandt flashes her a toothy smile, he resumes his movement but more intense this time.
Gene wraps her arms around his neck as he lifts her up into a sitting position. She feels him even deeper this way.
Their bodies wrestle together in the most erotic way, building up to the sweet release. With an almost inaudible moan, her head is thrown back as Brandt buries his face in her chest. We reach ecstasy together before we drop to the bed with tangled limbs and lungs struggling for air.
"I love you, Siv," he breathes against her skin while kissing it softly.
'I love you too.' Gene answers before she drifts off to sleep, not sure whether she said it out loud or not.
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