"Touch me... just like that." Ilse murmured, her hair framing her face like a beautiful picture frame. Moritz smiled down at her content, blissful expression as he ran his hands down her chest, spreading his fingertips as he reached her stomach. "And that...oh yeah..." she breathed as her hand lifted to stroke his cheek, "Now that's heaven." He lowered his head down to kiss her again, warm and sweet. Time had stopped for Moritz hours ago; it could be mid-day for all he cared. He never wanted this to end, this moment, holding Ilse...loving her, and her loving him. Everything felt too unreal. Now he knew what Melchior had been trying to say for so long. It was like a whole new world had sprung upon him, a new, wonderful, powerful world...Melchior's world, the world Melchi tried to show him.
"Now lower down." she said steadily, gazing up at him. He had been avoiding that area the entire time; it still seemed too foreign for him. What should he do down there? He couldn't see what was going on down there. He looked at her quizzically. She giggled a little at his adorable expression. "Just...go explore." she said between giggles. "There's nothing there that's going to bite you."
"Very funny." He muttered, stroking her waist and her breasts. Her slip now hung around her waist like a tight pink scarf. "I'm still new at all of this. What if I hurt you?" She laughed at this, and leaned up to give him a peck on the forehead, which of course lead to another open-mouth kiss.
"You won't hurt me...trust me." she said. "And you're pretty good for not knowing much...the best, actually. That thing you do with your hands feels incredible." Moritz blushed heavily.
"Well...alright." he took a deep breath and gently pulled the rest of the slip down her legs, letting it settle around her ankles. He looked. It was still small, like he remembered from the glimpse he got the night he ran away. It was pink and raw and...like nothing he had ever seen before.
"You look like you're staring at a pirate's treasure." Ilse grinned.
"It's better than pirate's treasure, it's you." he replied softly. He never felt more connected with Ilse than at this moment. The distant memories of them as children seemed to melt away like water.
"Come on...touch me." Ilse whispered, resting her head back into the pillow and closing her eyes. Hesitant, Moritz slowly let his hand slide down her stomach, between her legs...and he touched.
"Oh-h..." Ilse's whole body quivered and a moan escaped her lips. Moritz felt something inside him swell up as he saw her quiver like that. The hazy mist of passion around them increased tenfold. He touched again, and she moaned louder. He touched another place, and she moaned longer. The swelling inside him grew as he touched more and more, harder and harder. He wanted to do more, more to her. He leaned down and his other hand clasped her wrist, pinning it to the bed. Her legs had begun to curl upwards, towards her chest. He wanted to caress her legs, but that would mean he had to stop touching. Suddenly, Ilse gasped loudly and jerked her head up to get his attention. Her cheeks were flushed red.
"Stick. It. Now." She said, giving an order, not a request. Moritz blinked a couple times.
"Are you joking?" She just stared at him, breathing hard and her face flushed and scarlet. Suddenly she lunged forward, off the bed and grabbed his crotch. He didn't know whether to scream or to grab her crotch. She wretched his pants off, and to Moritz's horror he saw what he saw every morning for the last two years before he left for school. Was that what was swelling inside him? She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him back down into the bed with her amidst the sheets.
"Love me, Moritz." she whispered in his ear, kissing his neck and earlobes. "Love me, love me!"
"Ah...ah..." He wanted to love her. He did love her. He loved her more than anything else. Something was happening under the sheets. Now that his pants were out of the way, something new was happening. He was on top of her. She was grabbing, groping, leading. "Ah...ah, Ilse...Ilse, I...Ilse..."
"Oh my God, Moritz..." Ilse was gasping, her voice getting higher and higher, almost a squeal. "Oh my GOD..." He felt it happen. He felt it. He was inside. Inside her. A part of her. One with her.
"I love you, Ilse," he gasped, his voice dropping to a low pitch he never knew he had. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" Ilse was screaming now, screaming as their bodies melded together as one.