"Are you sure about this?" he asked me. "Yes, I'm sure."
He kept washing me and kissing my neck over and over, making me crazy. His hands slid over my breasts as he washed me and whispered sweet things in my ears.
He was so gentle with me. The soap, hot water, and his hands felt like they were tickling my skin. It felt amazing. "I love you," he whispered in my ear and kissed my neck, sending shivers down my entire body.
His arms wrapped around my belly like a hug from behind. Every move he made was gentle and slow. "I love you," I whispered back underneath my breath and slowly turned to face him.
Seeing his beautiful and piercing blue eyes made me fall in love with him all over again. If I ever were to die, I would want to look into his eyes before I go. I love him. I want to show him how much I love him.
"You are so beautiful," he said and kissed my lips. He moved us until he had me pressed up against the wall. It was so cold, but his touch warmed me up again.
Your touch is exotic. Your lips are toxic. And whenever I look at you, it melts my legs with a throbbing haze of desire.
Even with my wet hair, he dragged us both out of the shower, never breaking our kiss. He picked me up again, wrapped my legs around his waist, and walked us to the bed where he dropped us both onto the bed.
It felt like such a cliché, but still, it made me laugh. And that made him laugh as well. Our laughter let me know that something truly wonderful and romantic was about to happen.
He looked at me and smiled. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life," he said, almost like a promise.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked me before positioning himself comfortably between my legs, never breaking eye contact. Was he nervous? I mean I was too. But why was he nervous? What was he worried about?
"Yes. I'm sure," I reassured him again, taking his face in my hands and kissing him.
This is it. This was a moment that no one can take away from us. Just me and him.
He leaned over to his bedside table and opened the drawer, taking out a condom. He tore it open slowly as he still looked at me to make sure that I still wanted this.
"Hey, keep your eyes on me. This might hurt you a bit. If it gets too much just stop me, okay?" He was genuinely concerned. It was so sweet.
"Okay," I replied, feeling something near my inner thigh. Oh my! It's his…
Gently and slow, something entered me in the most intimate part of my body. A part of myself I've protected my whole life. And the pain was really there. Deep inside me. I could feel my virginity slipping away from me as I closed my eyes.
He stopped. "Are you okay?" he asked and kissed my forehead.
"Mmhmm," I mumbled, not wanting to scare him. This really started hurting.
"I'm going to move now, okay," he whispered.
Slowly…
Slowly…
Slowly…
"Are you okay?" he asked me again.
"Yeah," I said softly, as a tear escaped the corner of my eye. I felt it roll down until it touched my cheek,
He stopped and kissed me. It wasn't as rough as one of our sessions in the elevator. It was gentle and slow and it made me want more. After a few more kisses I felt him starting to move again. Somehow, a soft moan burst from my lips.
This gave him so much more confidence and made him moan too. I never thought that something as simple as a moan could give someone so much confidence.
"I love you, Trevor," I said and he stopped.
He looked down at me, touched my cheek, and kissed me. "I love you, Amabel," he said and moved again.
Our breathings picked up and got heavier. We weren't breathing but panting. Like we were begging to be released from the overwhelmingly beautiful pleasure we were having. But we couldn't get enough of each other.
His moans in my ear made me crazy until I felt something releasing inside of me. He didn't stop. He moaned again. I felt something wanting out of me like a ripping desire to just shout. Until I did release the build-up tension from my stomach.
He smiled at me and went faster as he kissed my neck. Then my lips. Then my neck. Then my chest. Then my breasts.
He was treasuring my body. The muscles on his back tensed and then…
He released. He brushed my cheek with his thumb, squeezing it a little, and kissed me. He rolled off to his side of the bed and panted like he had been running for miles. We both did.
I rolled onto my side and saw him doing the same. Our paintings turned back to normal breathings as he moved himself closer to me. He pulled the silky white linen over me and gave me a kiss on my forehead. Then we just laid there with his palm resting on the side of my head.