“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered before kissing her again. “It’s going to hurt; you’re going to bleed a little. I can’t help that.”
“It’s fine. I want this. I want you, Alistair.”
He moaned when she said his name. He readied her and then positioned himself. “If you change your mind, if it hurts too much, say so, and I’ll pull out.” She responded and pulled him with her legs. She wanted this; she was not going to chicken out now and back out and be a tease. She was old enough to know what she wanted, and old enough to accept whatever the consequences were. He was everything she had ever wanted, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her.
She was still wet, but he touched and teased her a little more to get her wetter. She shifted hoping that would open herself wider. He positioned himself and she felt him. She could feel him as he stretched her. She clung to him. She hadn’t expected to feel it, it felt wrong and right at the same time. He was right, there was pain, but it was a strange kind of pain. She couldn’t describe it, but she knew she wanted this, so she welcomed it. He slowly slid deep inside of her, then he began to thrust against her.
As he entered her there was a powerful connection between them. It was electrifying, and nothing like she had ever felt before. Her body was on fire. She clung to him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him to her. It didn’t matter so much that his weight on her was almost crushing. It was a warm, welcomed sort of crushing as he grinded against her, driving himself deeper with every thrust. He leaned on his elbows to take as much weight off her as he could. He kissed her and whispered in her ear. “Are you ok?”
“Mmhm,” she whispered back. “I feel wonderful.”
“Good,” he purred, and then devoured her mouth while he thrust even harder and faster. She pulled away to catch her breath. She grabbed him and buried her face in his chest, taking in the smell of him. It was a strange smell, but it was intoxicating. She focused on his scent as he continued to pound her. The bed began to creak beneath them. She heard her neighbor turn up her radio. She panted and gasped for breath as passion washed over her. She didn’t want this to end. If this was love making, she wanted to feel this way, all the time. This was the greatest thing ever.
Come what may tomorrow, tonight he was hers, all hers, and she savored every moment of him. She closed her eyes as the sensation washed over her and she clung to him. It’s started to hurt even more, but she didn’t want it to end. She fought through the pain. Distracted herself with her own thoughts, though it was hard to think of anything but what was happening as he drove deeper and deeper with every passionate thrust. He was slow and gentle but there was power in his thrusts.He prolonged it as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Their hot sweaty bodies tangled and entwined together as if they were molded into one. It was magical, it was incredible, and no one could have ever prepared her for what it would be like. Neither of her moms had ever had sex with a man, so they didn’t have the experience they could share with her. Sex ed had always been more technical, no one had explained the explosions of passion and ecstasy. She floated on clouds and then she was falling; as she fell, he caught her and she was floating again. She felt like she was going to burst. Her heart was racing as if she was running a marathon, though she was just lying in her bed moving her hips to match his rhythmic thrusts.
Alistair knew what he was doing, and she just let him lead her through it.
“Doing ok?” he whispered
She nodded and he smiled.
“Almost there. Are you almost there?”
She wasn’t sure what there was, hadn’t she been there time and time again? Could she really go there again? He moved inside of her, igniting her flame again and she knew she could go there again. She could go there again and again, all night if he chose to let her.
At last they burst together. He finished inside of her. She opened her eyes and the moon must have hit his eyes at just the right angle, because she could have sworn they were glowing, golden, like, like a dragon, but that was impossible. She focused on his eyes, but then she blinked. He threw back his head and let out a sound that was primal, bordering on animalistic. Then he pulled out and she looked again, and his eyes were normal. He laid back against the pillows and wrapped her up in his arms. She studied his eyes, then shrugged and settled down against his chest.
“Are you alright?”
“Mm hm. That was wonderful. Everything I ever dreamed the first time would be like.”
“Good.” He smiled at her in the moonlight. “Good. I have a confession to make.”
“What?” She lifted her head.
“We were so caught up in the heat of the moment, I didn't stop to put on protection.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m on the pill. I’m not worried. My periods are regular and there is a very small chance of me becoming pregnant.”
“It’s just the last thing I need, an unplanned pregnancy. My parents would never forgive me. Our heritage dates to ancient times, and our traditions have never changed. There are certain expectations. Since I am the eldest, I am expected to keep those traditions, but I have no desire to. I think they are outdated and our belief system, is well, wrong.”
“What is your heritage?”
“Tell you what, if we take this further than what it is, I’ll tell you all about my heritage and the traditions and such. It’s a lot to explain, and I just don’t feel we’re in a place where I can explain it.”
“Fair enough.” He had secrets, that intrigued her.“So, what was this?”
“Sex.”
“Right, but was it a one-night stand, or was it the beginning of something?”
“I don’t know. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“I just don’t want to get hurt.”
“I have no intention of hurting you. It’s just… complicated. I must deal with something before I can offer you more. Will that answer work for you?”
