Darius took hold of my wrists and pulled my handsfrom his behind to between us.
This was a feat, considering he was flat-out on top of me onthe couch in his parents’ rec room (which used to be their garage).
“Baby,” he said after he tore his mouth from mine, soundinglike he was choking on something, at the same time sounding like he was tryingnot to laugh.
“Why’d you stop me?”I asked, sounding annoyed,which Iwas.
Whenever we started to get to the good part, he kept doingthat!
He touched his lips to mine, lifted his head and stated.“Malia, I’m not gonna have our first time being on an old, grungy couch in myparents’ garage.”
This was his constant refrain, ever since I told him I was avirgin (and this happened on our first date, under the clouds, hours after ourfirst kiss, when we’d talked about everything, well…under the clouds, and thatwasmonths ago).
“Argh,” I grumbled, arching my neck and looking at the armof the couch.
“How ’bout this?”he murmured, now just sounding like he wastrying not to laugh.
But I wasn’t paying attention to what he sounded like.
I was paying attention to what his hand was doing, thatbeing going down my stomach, toward the waistband of my jeans, also toward my…
“Darius,” I whispered.
He touched his lips to mine again, but didn’t go far awaywhen he told me, “We’re gonna go back to the meadow.”
His hand went inside my jeans.
“And I’m gonna bring some fancy shit for us to eat,” he wenton, his fingers curling in.
My neck arched for a different reason this time.
He kissed my throat, and his fingers…
His fingers…
They workedmagic.
His lips were now at my ear.“And we’re gonna watch theclouds go by again.And while we do, like the last time, we’re gonna talk abouteverything there is to talk about…”
I squirmed under him, feeling it, the muscles down thererippling, my breasts seemed heavy, my nipples were tingling, and he wasn’t eventouching them.
I was getting close.I’d heard about them—orgasms—but I’dnever had one, and the way his fingers moved, the pressure he was putting on,it wasn’t just right.
It waseverything.
“Then I’m gonna tell you I love you, and after that, I’mgonna make love to you,” he whispered in my ear just as it happened.
I came for the first time…for Darius.
I started to cry out, but he kissed me so all I was feeling,all he’d given me was swallowed by his mouth, coaxed deeper by his tongue.
It wasphenomenal.
His hand was gone when it was over, but it was like hesensed it had washed through me, because, with perfect timing, he rolled us soI was cocooned between the back of the couch and Darius.
I’d been here before (we did a lot of making out, we alsodid a lot of cuddling), and it was my second favorite place to be (my firstfavorite was where I was ten seconds ago, and my new first favorite place forDarius’s hand to be was where it was thirty seconds ago).
But even if I’d had my first orgasm, given to me by DariusTucker, my boyfriend, the best boyfriend in history, the sweetest, mostthoughtful, loving, teasing, awesome boyfriend of all time…
