Prolouge

Send him up when he shows up but don't tell him why just make up some excuse! I hit send and felt my cheeks flush red, clearly embarrassed.

After four amazing long years I was finally going to give myself to him. Silver. The most sweetest and caring boyfriend ever! God, I'm lucky.

I glanced at myself in Rouge's vanity and admired my body unsurely, fixing my eyes on my chosen lingerie. It was a cute Crimson color with attached stockings to my garter belt. I had to admit I looked good.

"That's right, Amy!" I encouraged myself with a grin as I posed in the mirror. "Make his heart throb!" —and something else…

The giggles that escaped my mouth made me feel all girly inside—more nervous than anything. Yes. I was excited but anxious on what he would think when he caught me in this state.

I can't believe I'm actually doing this!

My eyes shut and the blush deepened in my cheeks just imagining it in my mind. Chaos, I'm a pervert!

BUZZ

I blinked my eyes opened—startled out of my dirty thoughts—and glanced at my phone and read the following: Will do! Get him girl!

I tried to tune out the party outside the room which was fairly easy considering that this room was remotely far apart from down stairs—or rather was a different, separate area from the house since it was a huge mansion which made it perfect for having privacy. No one ever dared come to this side of the house. Afraid to get lost in the endless hallways so only Rouge's closest friends were aware of this room.

Biting my lip, I glance at my body again and feel my confidence waiver. You can't blame me. I've never been intimate with any guy or have ever flashed myself to a boy.

Maybe I should dim the lights more…

I dim the lights so much I can barely see make out my silhouette in the dark, but my attire is still somewhat visible enough.

That's when I hear the creaking steps of someone approaching.

"Oh, chaos, he's here!" I quickly jump onto the bed and strike the pose I practiced so many times now. My Titanic pose. On my side, facing the door, and with my head propped on my hand.

The door creaks open and the music comes barging in and he freezes, I hear him take in a surprised breath and see his silhouette by the door.

"Come to bed, big boy…" I coo, beckoning him closer with my finger.

There seems to be a pause for him and I giggle to myself, and crawl to the beds edge and that when I can make out his form closing the door shut and walking over hesitantly until I jump and kiss him.

He leans onto the bed, his mouth never disconnecting from mine and he leans over me, tilting his head. The kiss went deeper as his tongue continued to sweep inside my mouth, mine meeting his in a slow, erotic dance.

And nothing had ever felt more right.

The delirious relief that bloomed in my heart at the feeling of how much I wanted this man above me, kissing me, almost made me want to weep with happiness.

After several minutes, he pulled away, breathless, sucking in air and looking into my black eyes. I stared back at him and smiled, but instead of smiling back, he pressed his lips back to mine and brought his hands up and raked his fingers through my quills, gripping gentle handfuls. It felt so good that I moaned again, pressing my hips upward into his hard body. I could feel his erection, hard and thick, and I wiggled until it was pressed right where I needed it, the heat of it radiating through the material of his jeans and the thin material of my red thong. He expelled another small puff of air into my mouth and I drank it down, knowing that it was a moan that he was trying to hold back that I wanted to tell him he could release.

But I couldn't as his hands slid from my quills and he pulled my bra off, baring my skin to him. His tongue flicked out on each nipple, making me arch my back and sink my hands into his quills to draw him closer. His hips moved, the hard part of him grinding into me in the most delicious way.

My hands fell away, searching for sheets that I needed to grip. "Oh Chaos."

He pressed open mouth kisses to my stomach, blazing a path down. His tongue circled my bellybutton. His thumb slipped under the edge of my panties, a teasing caress, pulling them off.

"Ugh…" I arched into his palm as he cupped me, trembling at his touch. He licked the insides of each thigh, then bit them. Lick, nibble and bite. Over and over, he followed this pattern. Driving me to a blinding point of need, until I tugged at his clothes.

A slight move to the right and he pulled off his jeans and boxers as I helped remove his collar shirt. His erection brushed my thigh and my thighs fell apart. He bent his head, the soft touch of his scalding tongue seeking my most intimate of parts. He devoured me, ate and licked at me, until I trembled and cried out his name.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered with his hot breath on me, lowly and barely audible, sliding two fingers in and out of me.

I looked down into his passion-filled eyes. The satisfied expression on his face, the smile that was triumphant and tender. "Please, my love."

Grabbing himself, he rubbed himself on my clit and I moaned out. The teasing was just too much and I was feeling impatient so I pulled him into me with my legs and that when I felt the shrieking pain.

It hurts it really hurts!

His hand caresses me and I feel myself calm down when he kisses my forehead. "Shhh…" His voice sounds… Different. Gravely. But somehow I find it evermore alluring and it makes my stomach flutter.

I nod, and we stay in that position for a few moments until I feel the pain slowly subside and so I tighten my arms around him for him to continue. He does and I feel an obvious change of between my legs and the painful—but arousing feel.

A few moans slip out of my mouth, but I don't care. It was almost as if my moaning inspired him to go faster, harder, and more passionate. Yes. This was love making at its finest.

His breath grew to harsh panting with each thrust he slammed against me—not that I minded—and his left hand ran down my toned stomach, towards my clit and began pushing against it and I swear I saw stars.

"Oh, chaos…!" I gripped him tighter against me, wanting to feel his whole body close to mine. Just like a glove, his body fit perfectly in me. It was like we were made for each other.

His thrusts quickly worked to a feverish pitch as he stroked me, holding my body prisoner beneath his. I grabbed his arms, holding onto him like he was my anchor in a carnal storm that raged over me.

This was it. My first orgasm. I could feel my toes curling as the height of pleasure pierced through my body and my eyes rolled back, unable to stop myself from losing myself in the moment. It was something I had never experienced before.

He buried his face in my neck, his muscles gathering and flexing as he moved. As we came together in utter perfection. I was so close, but I had to let him hear the most important words. "I love you, Silver."

The music still played in the background but all I was interested was the soft thrumming of his and my heartbeat. It was like the most lovely song of all.

"I love you too…" I remembered him saying before we drifted off to sleep.

That was amazing…

I need some help with writing. I've had no motivation and continuous writer's block ! I've been working on this story for a while now but I'm not sure if it's worth continuing even though I have the next chapter…. what do you all think?