“It’s cold, we should probably….”
“Get under the covers?” I finish his sentence.
“Does make sense to stay warm.” A trace of a smile crosses his face.
“I guess.” I try to hold my smile, this all feels so naughty.
Sneaking a boy into my room, getting into bed and under the covers…who even am I?
He climbs onto the bed and stares up at me, a thrill runs through me. I climb in beside him and he covers us over with the blankets. Instantly, the heat from his body warms my blood, he pulls me close and puts his arm around me…this is so nice.
He kisses my temple and I snuggle in closer. We watch the television for a while, his fingers trail up and down my arm as if he’s itching to touch me. A thought crosses my mind and I look up at him. “How many girlfriends have you had?”
“A few.”
I frown, what does that mean? “What happened with them?”
“Didn’t work out.” He kisses my temple as if dismissing the subject.
Hmm, I need more information as my mind begins to go into overdrive. “How many people have you slept with?”
A frown crosses his face. “Does it matter?”
I stare at him. “No.”
“So why do you want to know?”
“Because I would like to know who you’ve had sex with.”
“Why? So you can break up with me?”
“No.” I suddenly feel stupidly insecure. “I just….”
“You just what?”
“Well.” I pause Just shut up, right now. “I don’t know what I’m doing, so when we….” I cut myself off.
He rolls me over onto my back and holds my hands above my head as he stares down at me. “When we what?” His knee spreads my legs.
I open my mouth to reply but his proximity steals my words.
When we fuck.
He gently kisses me, his tongue swipes over my lips and I feel it to my toes. “Trust me, you do know what you’re doing. Nobody has ever affected me the way you do. I get hard just thinking about touching you.”
Suddenly I feel brave. “I want you to be my first.”
“I want that too.”
“But you’ll need to teach me what to do.”
He kisses me again and this time it’s different, I can feel a sense of urgency, a hunger that I haven’t felt from him before. He rolls over on top of me and nestles his body between my legs as we kiss deeply, I can feel his erection as it grows.
Good lord.
For a long time, we kiss as our bodies rock together, my hands are roaming up over his back and down to his tight behind and he winces.
“What?”
“These jeans.” He rearranges his crotch. “Tight.”
I stare up at him and I know that this is it, the time I need to decide.
Do I want this to happen tonight, or do I want to wait until another time? But what if we don’t get another time? What if tonight is all we have?
I glance at the locked door, we’ve already jumped through so many hoops just to be alone.
“Take them off,” I whisper.
His eyes hold mine. “Are you sure?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I told you I wasn’t here for this.”
“And I told you to take your jeans off, so shut up.”
“See, you are bossy,” he whispers as he stands.
I giggle, and with his eyes locked on mine he slowly unzips his jeans, I watch on with my heart hammering in my throat. He’s wearing tight black Calvin Klein boxers and his hard erection is pressed up against his stomach and peeking over the waistband. My insides begin to melt into a puddle. He is the most beautiful specimen of man I have ever seen…I mean, not that I’ve seen any, but still.
Holy wow.
“Everything,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow and then in slow motion he lifts his T-shirt off over his head and throws it to the side, his skin is olive, his chest is broad and scattered with dark hair, his stomach is ripped and has that V of muscles that disappear into his boxer shorts, and he slowly slides them down and kicks them to the side.
Jeez.
Okay…that’s a bit more man than I was expecting, I swallow the nervous lump in my throat, not feeling so brave now.
He climbs back in under the covers and pulls them over the two of us. Leaning up on one elbow, he kisses me softly, and after a few minutes my nerves subside to the sound of arousal pumping through my veins. For the first time since we met, I have him alone and all to myself. My hands roam all over his torso, and I tentatively reach down and touch him there, I run my fingers through his pubic hair.
This feels so…intimate.
He’s hard and soft and damn enticing, he puts his hand over mine. “Like this,” he whispers as he strokes himself; I do as he shows me and he smiles softly down at me. “That’s it.”