Suddenly, my feet were not on the ground anymore. He pulled me back into his arms, and he put my back against the cold wall. I tilted my head so that I could kiss him.
He pulled back. “I want you." He had a hand on his dick, and he guided himself into my sore pussy. I didn't know if I could take more, but when I felt his hard silken warmth inside of my body, I changed my mind. I could endure a little pain for this much pleasure. I tightened my muscles around him.
He moaned in front of me, then he tucked his face into my neck. I felt the abrasion of his beard against my shoulder and breast. He pushed and pulled his dick inside of my waiting body. He was pinning me to the wall with his body and holding me up with one hand. The other hand touched my clit again.
"You're a very fast learner."
"I aim to please. People pleaser."
He touched my body gently, then roughly. I screamed as every muscle in my body seized up. I went flying into space. He followed right behind me, shooting load after load of hot come inside of my wet body. And I knew that it had been something far beyond what I had ever experienced to feel this with him, to be his first.
"I popped your cherry," I teased. "But you are a very fast learner."
"Oh my god, I had no idea that sex would feel this good. I would not have waited so long if I had known."
"I am glad that I was your first." I kissed his cheek. "If you hadn't waited, I wouldn't be." And for some reason, it made me happy to think that I was the only girl with whom he had ever had sex.
The water sprayed all of the evidence off of our bodies. I was warm from top to bottom, from the center of my bones outward. It could have been the shower, but I knew that it was the sex and the warmth that was flowing between the two of us. "I've never had sex like that."
He kissed me. He turned off the water, and he reached out to wrap both of us in the blue towel.
"I'm exhausted. Nap with me?"
"Sounds great." I never napped. "Lead on."
With his arm and the towel wrapped around me, he pulled me to his bed. He lay down, and I went to his side and lay my head on his chest. It felt reassuringly warm and solid beneath me. I could feel his muscles flex as he pulled the covers around us.
It felt nice to fall asleep in his arms. Everything was warm and light, even though the room was dark. I felt safe and like my entire body was filled with happy light. I was like the star in Neil Gaiman’s Stardust.
I felt his breathing slow, and mine did, too. I could feel the soft, steady thumping of his heartbeat, and it lulled me to sleep.
Rainbow Trout
Amelia
I woke up in his bed. I could smell his scent all around me, like he was holding me. He wasn't in bed. I sat up. I hissed a little when I felt the cold air hit my naked body.
My nose twitched as I sniffed a little bit. He was cooking something.
I got out of bed, and I went to his closet. I put on one of his shirts, and I walked downstairs.
"What's cooking?"
"Oh, you're up. I didn't want to wake you up. You looked like an angel." He bent down to kiss me, like he couldn't get enough of my mouth. "Nothing fancy, but I thought you might some grilled rainbow trout."
"I normally don't like fish," I warned him.
"Believe me, this is something different. I swear, this is something that you're going to like. My friend has this aquaponics farm, and he grows basil. He cold-finishes the fish. He sells the fish at the farmer's market alongside pesto for an arm and a leg, but he gives it to me for free. It's really good. It's what I eat when I need a quick, hearty meal. I think someone made me work up an appetite."
"I'm not apologizing for it. In fact, I might make you work up an appetite soon. Very soon." I put a finger into the waistband of his pants.
He pulled my hand away and kissed it to take the sting of rejection away. "I'm starving, and you know, there is such a thing as recovery time."
I pouted, but he only laughed. "Can you get the plates for lunch? Set the table, too, please."
I set the table, and I put two plates near the stove for him so that they would be ready.
He took the grilled trout, and he put it on the plates for the two of us. I had to admit, the pesto on top did look pretty good. I loved pesto. I did the knife flick to get the fish onto my fork. I ate it.