The evening has been great. Meeting Ree's family was not as bad as I thought it would be. The food was great, finger licking. My night had been great, overally. It would have been way better if it weren't for the red haired lady. Her presence ruined everything.
Kissing Ree right now and losing myself to him, is trying to find a distraction. He pulls me to him, closing all the space between us.
He pulls away briefly, panting and looks me in the eyes. I struggle to keep mine open. He mouths, 'you sure?' to which I nod in reply and pull him back to me.
His hand stays in my hair, while mine moves from his nape to everywhere, exploring. I tug at his jacket, itching to get rid of everything but of clothing between us. He lets me slide it off and throw it to the flow. His shirt meets the same fate.
I lay on the couch back flat, waiting for him to return the favor but nothing comes. I remove the dress myself, too impatient to wait for him to do it. I watch him suck in a rushed breath, his eyes taking me in. I move to pull him back in but he remains rigid.
I open my eyes, confused, dreading what has happened many times before to unfold again. He runs his hand through his hair, torn. Hesitation dampens his handsome features.
"You ok?" I ask, cupping his face in my hands, urging him to look at me. "Yuhh, I just–" He pauses mid sentence and traces his finger over my lips. "I really want you." He continues, his voice hoarsy. The effect of it on me, if only I could explain it. "Then have me." I say, encouragingly. His eyes dilated slightly. Did I sound desperate, I wonder.
"The thing is– I've never done it before." He says, looking away, embarrassed. 'omG.' I scream in my head. And here I am, having been with a countless number of guys, most of which whose faces I don't even remember. I can't take away his purity, no. "Oow." Is all I manage to let out.
"I don't care if you have been with someone else before." He says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "I just wanted you to know that you are my first." He smashes his lips to mine, denying me a chance to say anything.
I've never made love before. All this while I've been having sex. Sex for convinience on my part and to just go off the edge on theirs. I should have said it is my first time as well when he said it was his.
What I'm experiencing right now is pure bliss. He is making his way over my body, exploring, appreciating, showering love to every part of me he can reach. There is no selfishness in his going. Everything he is doing is for me to feel good as much as he is.
For all the perfection my body is, there is a part I never want anyone to see. I put my hand over my lower left breast to hide it. He moves my hand away revealing it. He looks at it for a long while then slowly moves his eyes up to mine. I have never felt so loved before. I melt under his gaze and all the resistance away with it.
I give in to everything, accepting all he has to offer. This is incredible, I'm starting to doubt if it really is his first. I feel alive under his explorations, recognizing parts of me I never knew I had.
I give up to the slow, careful and sensual bliss.
By the time the sun rises, I'm too sleepy to get out of bed. We spent the whole night taking turns to wake each other up, unable to get enough.
I force my eyes open and drag myself to shower as soon as I realized I wasn't at my house.