It was funny. The first thing I thought when I walked into his apartment was how it looked exactly like his house, only much smaller and…smoke scented? "You smoke?" I dared to ask as he came up behind me and tugged my coat off me to hang it up. My eyes were still skimming over the room. "Occasionally when I write. I'm not a chain smoker or anything though. Does that bother you?" No, it didn't. In fact, it sort of just made him more attractive, which is surprising considering how I used to hate how James would smoke. "No, just wondering." I replied as I moved over to his big bookshelf in the left corner of the apartment. "You do that a lot, don't you?" He teased once more, following me over to the bookshelf. He stood behind me with a hand on my hip. I swear, if I could fully describe what that hand did to me, I would, but I can not. "See anything interesting? Anything you want to steal?" I laughed a little and turned on my heel a bit to face him once again. "Not yet, though I doubt any of this is as interesting as what I stole last time." His eyes got a little dark then, and his other hand settled on the other side of my hip. I looked up at him with curious eyes, and thought that, for just a second, he wanted me.
So, I kissed him, feeling so much more confident and secure than I had the last time I hadkissed him. His hand quickly came back to my cheek and my arm came up around his neck. He was a bit taller than me, but he almost sort of pulled me up to him, so there was no problem. I deepened the kiss in no time as I had been waiting to do for almost three years now. I kissed him aggressively with my tongue loosely twisting with his. It was almost like I was drinking him down completely. It was almost too good to be true.
I felt his one hand tighten on my hip as he pulled me closer to him before moving backwards towards the bed with small steps. I guess I did not need to ask this time; I guess he was not afraid this time. My one arm stayed around his neck while the other came around to his back. For a brief moment, I could not help but wonder if my roommate would worry about where I disappeared to, especially knowing how it was the night before my first day of finals, but I was not going to stop to call her now. We continued kissing until he drew back a little and his hand lightly tilted my head back. His kisses trailed down from my lips, to my jaw, my ear, and then down my neck. He was incredibly gentle and passionate about the whole thing. In feeling his hot breath and wet lips on my neck, I moaned out softly and closed my eyes. So happy to please it seemed, he continued. His kisses soon became much rougher as I assumed he was looking to leave a bruise on me. A shiver went down my spine as he bit my neck and sucked on the tender skin so feverishly. "God…" I murmured a little breathlessly.
His feet hit the front of the bed then, but he did not stop. He continued to spoil me with kisses and tugged on my sweater as if he wanted it off. I waited until his kisses reached my chest. Then, with a finger under his chin, I pushed his lips back up to mine. I kissed him once before moving back just an inch to lift off my sweater. For no particular reason, but obviously much to his delight, I had my black pushup bra on. He swiftly spun me around then, and his hand drifted down to the small of my back to gently tip me back onto the bed. "Not afraid?" I asked, teasing him a little but also making sure he really wanted this. I really wanted this, but I wanted to be sure that he did. "Are you?" He asked as he unbuttoned his shirt. "No, not at all." I replied confidently as I leaned up on my elbows to watch him get undressed. "Then, neither am I." He said simply with a reassuring smile as he let his button down shirt fall to the floor and then lifted off his plain white under shirt. He was not a six pack abs sort of man, but he was fit and well proportioned. He kicked his shoes off, but left his pants before coming close beside me on the bed. He kissed my left shoulder and softly ran his right hand down the new bare skin of my side. I know I said he had rough hands, but his touch was as light as a feather when he wanted it to be. At the waist of my jeans, he spanned across the denim, stopping in the center above the button. From there, he reached up to stroke my stomach, completely driving me mad as he did so. I laid back on the soft sheets and closed my eyes once again. I was completely his.
I felt his other hand play to unlatch my bra. When he finally succeeded in such, he slipped the straps off my shoulders and down my arms as I laid still in absolute bliss. He tossed it on the floor before slowly shifting to move on top of me rather than beside me. The room was a little cold, but between us, there was nothing but heat. His body was warm and inviting. His hands came up my sides this time and each soon gently cupped a breast. I could not help but notice the difference between August and other boys I had been with. Well, actually, I suppose the difference was that August was not a boy; August was an older, experienced man. Nevertheless, everything he did was so exhilarating, even the slight bit of pain that came with his bite turned me on. He kissed me once more before trailing his kisses down my body once again. Eventually, his lips came to my nipple. With his hand still cupping the bottom of my breast, he took my nipple into his mouth. I resisted the urge to yelp out as he did so. I mean, are you kidding me? This is too good. I moaned out a little instead, and he flicked his wet tongue over my nipple with a small groan to assure me of his pleasure. His other hand massaged my breast softly. How did this even happen? I thought we would never see each other again.
After much attention to my breasts, my patience was limited. I wanted him. Slow and soft was great, but not when I had not seen him in three years and this was our first time together. "I want you." I admitted just a little shyly. It sounded so forward, which it was supposed to sound like, but still.... Luckily, he seemed to know exactly what I meant by it. He looked up at me with his piercing blue eyes and nodded before continuing down my body. He undid my pants and pulled them down, along with my underwear, stopping only for a brief second to toss off my shoes. Now completely bare with my heart beating fast and heat rising off my body, I looked to him on bended elbows once again. "You're…." He just took a deep breath. He glanced down at his pants to undo them before looking to me once again. Suddenly, I did not need to see the rest of him anymore; his eyes had captured me. I only broke eye contact with him once he was completely bare; mainly because I do not think I could ever forgive myself if I did not dare to catch a look at him completely naked in this moment. He was…everything I thought he would be and more. I came up a little more, waiting for him to take me in his arms again and make this dream complete.
He went over to the dresser first though. "Condom." I was quick to respond. "No?" I have only had sex with two other people and with those two other people always used a condom. I know I am not a risk. "We have to be safe, Grace." He said as he found one in the drawer. "I'm on birth control." I said quickly. It was more for my hormones, but it helped with this too. He paused for a moment before leaving the condom on the dresser and coming back to me. "Ok." He whispered against my lips before kissing me again.
I pulled him closer and he let a hand run down below my waist to spread my legs and tease me a bit. I moaned out a little in between kisses. Then, without warning, he slowly eased inside of me. I gasped with how…big he was. I know everyone can not have a well endowed boyfriend, not to say August is my boyfriend exactly, but he really was…big, and it was gasp worthy. Anyway, he moved at a slow pace and I could not help but enjoy every single second of it. My hands soon grasped the bed covers tightly and I worked a little to move with him as we continued. I was already half way there by the point in which he finally moved inside me. Within seconds, I could already feel myself giving in a bit. "August. I…Oh God, August." It felt so good to say his name and I could tell he enjoyed hearing it in his slight increase in pace. He groaned and I could not help but moan. I came a moment later. In that moment, my body stopped and my muscles tensed as if an electric current was running through me. My heart was practically beating out of my chest and I had to really work to catch my breath.
In my past sexual experiences, all two of them, I had come and they had come not shortly after. However, he kept on going, intent, it seemed, on making me come again. After another few minutes, I could not hold on any longer. I gave in for a second time and came again. This time, I think I almost saw stars. He came shortly after, breathing just as roughly as I was. I could not move for a few moments, and I got the impression that he could not really move either. After a few moments, he just kissed me breathlessly before carefully rolling off of me and beside me. I turned to look him in the eyes once again, putting my forehead against his. "Worth waiting for." He whispered. I smiled.
