Warning: Extreme sappiness... followed by (as forewarned/promised) SMUT! (If you do no like reading graphic sex, I recommend reading no further than the xXx... but if that is the case, please be advised that you may also not like the rest of this fic!)

Thank you to everyone who made it to this chapter, lol. I just thought it would take a lot of romancing and flirting before two people, who were virtually strangers, would realistically start a physical relationship ESPECIALLY when it's teacher/student like this and we all know that they really shouldn't. (BUT they're Lily and James so we're ignoring morality and egging them on anyway!) **Please don't sleep with your professors, that is not a good idea.**

Guest: YAAAASSS! Heatherdee007: Thank you! Yeah, I totally get that. I've gotten burned by far too many abandoned fics :'( Guest: I hope it doesn't disappoint! Eek! Jus de Carotte: No, merci to you! I'm glad you liked the transformation! I had to do a lot of research for how many bones deer had, HA! TrebleBookWorm: I would never! And damn, that must have taken forever. Haa, and you don't have to worry about Snape in this chapter... just enjoy the JILY!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. Art work by the extremely talented Viktoria Ridzel (Instagram: viria94)

Lily fingered her hair anxiously Saturday morning. She was normally okay with styling charms, but today, nothing was working… which frustrated her… which obviously led to her attempts getting worse and worse. She was starting to worry that she was going to go to her first real date with James Potter with a frizzy bird's nest on her head.

"Do you want my help?" Beth asked from the doorframe of their dorm's bathroom.

"Yes!" Lily cried out, so relieved. "Beth, you are a literal lifesaver."

Beth smiled. "Eh, I don't know if I'd got that far…" She came up behind Lily and took out her wand, starting on her magic. It always amazed Lily how good her friend was with hair considering she'd sported a very low maintenance pixie cut for as long as Lily had known her. Lily watched as her red locks started to lay in gorgeous beachy waves. It wasn't the first time Lily had wished she'd grown up in a magical home — there were so many useful household spells she was sure her peers had been brought up seeing and learning that Hogwarts deemed too nonessential to teach.

Then a pang of guilt struck her; her parents had been perfect.

"So, you have a date?" Beth asked, though it was less of a question than a statement.

"I might…" Lily smiled guiltily.

"You nervous?" Again, not really a question.

Lily looked at Beth's reflection. "Yes."

"Well, don't be. After I'm done with you, you're gonna look even more stunning than usual." Lily smiled into her lap as Beth turned her around and started on her makeup. "Look up."

"So what about you? You've been awfully cheerful today."

Beth finished pencilling her eyes with brown charcoal. "I've decided I'm going to ask a certain someone out this week. You know, for Hogsmeade."

Lily risked getting her eye poked out to blurt out, "Oh Bethie! That's great!"

Beth rolled her eyes. "Well, don't celebrate yet, let's see what she says… If I don't lose the nerve before I even give her the chance."

Lily reached for both her hands. "You won't. And she'll say yes, I can feel it." Beth chortled at her friend's positivity. "So who is she?"

Beth pulled out a mascara wand. "I can't tell you, she's not out yet."

Lily nodded and Beth smirked. Both girls dying to spill secrets that weren't their own to tell. Soon Lily's expression mirrored Beth's. "Well, this is a bit frustrating."

"You're telling me," Beth joked, finishing her eyelashes. Both girls tittered. "What do you think?" Beth motioned towards her reflection.

Lily grinned. "Damn, you're good."

"Yeah, just doing my part," Beth said shyly. She continued uncomfortably. "So Lily…"

Lily's eyes narrowed, wondering where this was going. "Yes, Beth?"

"Um, I just…" She fumbled putting away Lily's makeup in the small bag. "Okay, I'm just gonna say it, okay? Do you still remember the contraceptive spell?"

"Bethany!" Lily squealed, her jaw dropping.

"What? I'm never gonna need it… but you might…"

Lily clapped her hand over her mouth, still mortified. Since she didn't have a witch for a mother, her friends had taken it upon themselves to pass on their respective sex talks to Lily right after they'd been given them. This included teaching her the spell that ensured she wouldn't get pregnant. "Okay, yeah, I might need to brush up on it."

"You can never be too careful… and you can do it before you go, you know, so you don't forget…"

"Okay, okay, thanks mum."

Beth smiled. "Hey, I remind, because I care."

"I know, I know." Lily hugged her.

"Besides, would kinda blow you guys' cover if he knocked you up."

Lily's whole face reddened.

James waited just outside the giant front doors, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible whilst still remaining somewhat noticeable for his date. It was proving to be quite the challenge.

My date. James smiled, allowing himself to indulge in this ridiculously silly, whimsical feeling in his stomach. He'd never been one to waste his time on trivial pursuits (pranks were serious business), which meant he hadn't really dated before. The last girl he'd hooked up with had been his coworker, and after many post-work visits to the bars, one thing had led to another… There was some ease in proximity and constant exposure. But this was different. He wanted to impress her, he wanted to create a moment she'd never forget… a moment with him.

He heard a rustling noise by his side. He looked up to the crystal blue sky. "Fancy going on a walk with me?" he whispered, really hoping she was actually there. Hell, if she isn't, I'm just practicing my charm for when she finally is.

A fabric-covered hand slipped into his and his worries were nipped in the bud. She squeezed his fingers. James looked down to his palm, seeing a creased letter had been passed there. 'P.P.P.S. Nice try, I have to take you out on a proper date first… make sure you don't just want me for my rugged and manly physique,' was all that hand't been folded from view. He chuckled. She was cashing in on his date proposal.

Only when they took off toward Hagrid's hut did Lily notice the basket he was carrying in his left hand, and her curiosity was instantly piqued. But she didn't get to ask what was inside as they were coming up to Hagrid's yard where the half-giant was tending to his plants.

"Afternoon, Hagrid!" James said conversationally. "Still all right if I borrow Chestnut?" Lily's brows knitted: Chestnut?

"Allo, James! Course! Jus' remember wha' I taught yeh."

"Thank you, will have him back before sundown, I promise."

James led an invisible Lily into the preliminary layer of the forest where there was a pen for animals. Lily gasped when her eyes landed on the creature housed there. Bright yellow orbs bore into hers. He had pristinely white feathers that transitioned to chestnut fur (Chestnut… Duh) on a lean horse body. "Uh, James, I think he can see me…"

James smiled; he had missed the sound of her voice. "Really? That's odd, but makes what we're about to do a little safer." He pondered his statement. "Against your discovery of course."

Naturally, James couldn't see the playfully skeptical look she tossed his way. "Chestnut is a hippogriff, right?"

"Yes!" James confirmed rocking onto the balls of his feet. "Thought you may get a kick out of it… considering we're Gryffindors."

"Hm?" Lily wasn't following his train of thought.

"Hippogriffs are descendants of griffins and mares — which is cool in and of itself, but cooler when you think about the fact that griffins usually eat horses. So like…" James hand was in his hair, "usually things go very differently… but there was a griffin out there that just fell in love with a horse. Even though it was kinda weird…" Oh, you're an idiot, Potter, James chastised himself.

Lily couldn't help but giggle. James thought he'd never heard a sound more delightful. She couldn't help but find James' romantic musings anything short of absolutely adorable. "So you're comparing me to a horse?" she teased.

James shook his head, embarrassed. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Lily lowered her hood so she could give James a sincere kiss. "Thank you for showing me him. He's majestic."

James looked at her amused. "Showing? Dear Lily-Cakes, we're going to fly him."

Lily blanched. "What?"

"Oh yes, I didn't spend all of last night earning his trust for nothing."

Lily stared at him, biting the inside of her cheek. She'd practically sprung this date on him, and he'd bent over backwards to deliver. "So how exactly do we do this? Make him let us ride him, I mean?"

"Buy him dinner first?" James smirked, unable to help himself. Lily pointedly glared at him, but watched as he lobbed a dead rat to the hippogriff.

"Where'd that come from?" Lily asked while Chestnut crunched bones happily.

"Okay," James continued, entering teacher mode, "first thing's first, you've got to maintain eye contact. Here, throw him a rat."

"Where are you getting these from?" Lily puzzled, uneasily holding the proffered rodent by the tail. She turned to Chestnut, making him look at her by swinging the snack in front of her face.

"There you go…" James encouraged.

Lily flung the dead animal to Chestnut who bucked up to catch it in his beak.

"Okay, now that he likes you — keep eye contact — bow to him."

"Like a courtesy?" Lily said from the corner of her mouth.

"Sure."

Lily did as she was told, and was rewarded when he bent his own scaly front legs. Lily tried not to stare at his razor sharp talons.

"Good job! Brilliant!" James said bowing too. "Now we can pet him!" Lily laughed as James bounded over to the hippogriff and affectionately stroked his feathered head. It looked as though even Chestnut could not resist James' touch. "Come 'ere!" Lily approached: she knew she was safe with James at her side. "Feel how soft he is."

Lily reached out her hand; he was right. "Hey Chestnut," she tried to say more bravely than she felt.

James smiled at her. "Let me help you up, you can sit in front of his wings, and I'll be right behind you." He motioned for her to use his clasped hands as a step ladder.

She quickly stuffed his Invisibility Cloak into her inner pocket, then stepped up, swinging her leg over the hippogriff's back. "Oh boy," she breathed to herself as she settled in.

James unhooked Chestnut's tether and reattached it to the opposite part of his collar, handing Lily the newly made rein. He picked up his basket then athletically climbed up behind her. Lily guessed being about 1.86 meters (not that she'd spent hours analyzing him in class to come up with this assessment or anything) had its perks.

"All right, Evans," James snaked one arm around Lily's stomach and rested his chin on her shoulder, "my fate is in your hands."

"Well, good luck then, Potter," she joked giving him a wry grin and pecking his cheek. She held on to the rein tightly and gave it a firm shake like she was riding a horse. Chestnut crouched down as he expanded his great wings and then pounced in the air, flapping powerfully. Lily swallowed a scream, leaning her body more tightly against the magical creature's body. This is nothing like riding a broom!

James cheered as they gained altitude, clutching on to her. She knew she was the one keeping him from falling off, yet the embrace made her feel safer. "All right there, Lily?" he said in her ear.

She looked around at the lake glistening below them and Hogwarts — beautiful, wonderful Hogwarts — becoming smaller behind them. She was riding a hippogriff, soaring high in the air with the wind blowing her hair back like she was some sort of supermodel, and she had the man of her dreams (literally) holding onto her. Yeah, life's pretty good. She screamed out a "Wooo!" in response.

James laughed, kissing her shoulder. He pointed to a rocky cliffside in the distance. "Try to get him to fly that way!" he shouted over the rush of air.

Lily tugged at Chestnut's collar and he got the hint, landing with a graceful trot on a long rock jutting out of the mountain.

James slid off, put down his basket and made Chestnut's rein back into a leash he could secure to a small boulder. He reached back to help Lily dismount.

"That was… incredible!" Lily said, the adrenaline shaking her voice.

"Yeah, right?" James looked so proud of himself. "Thanks for trusting me."

"Any time." She looked away from him (with great difficulty) to take in their new view. "Wow…" She walked over to the edge of their cliff. They were on the top of the world and could see for kilometers: lakes, rivers, forests — it was absolutely breathtaking. Lily hugged herself as the crisp mountain air gave her a chill.

"Oh!" She turned to see James plunge his hand into his basket and pull out a mason jar. He pointed his wand into it and made a blue fireball hover inside. "There you go."

Lily took it, feeling the heat spreading across her fingers. She looked up at James curiously.

James tilted his head. "What?"

Lily's mouth twitched up. "Are you… real?"

"Huh?"

"This is… you thought of everything."

James' hand tousled his already ridiculously windswept hair, not sure whether to be smug or embarrassed that he was doing too much. "Well, it is a date, no?"

Lily stepped toward him, holding the jar in one hand and grabbing his hand with the other. "No, no, sorry, I meant this is perfect. I just can't believe you'd do all of this for me," she admitted self-consciously.

He traced her cheek. "Of course I did this for you." He left out, I'd do anything for you, figuring it sounded far too cheesy.

She leaned in, pressing the flame between them as she kissed him with all of her. If their eyes had been open, they may have seen the blue fire flicker madly in time with their thumping hearts. James cupped her face, savoring the moment. When he pulled back, he noticed her nose was rosy. He loved it.

"Where do you want to picnic?" he whispered.

Lily's eyes lit up. "Oo! There!" She pointed right to the edge of the rock.

"Why'd I even ask?" He smirked and started unpacking his basket. He laid out a fluffy blanket, a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a platter of chocolate covered strawberries. He plopped himself down, leaning on one elbow and motioned for her to get her butt over to join him.

Lily continued to gawk at him, pleasantly dumbstruck. How the fuck did I get so lucky? She bit her lip.

"Lily…" James jokingly threatened, "you're making me nervous here, come on!"

She settled next to him, putting the flame beside them to keep them warm. "You know I've already told you I'm in love with you, right? I mean, I guess I could fall deeper… is that your plan?"

James chuckled. "My master plan is to treat you like you deserve to be treated." He stole her hand and pressed his lips to every knuckle. "Each," kiss, "and," kiss, "every day you'll let me."

Naturally, this led to another epic snog session, deterred only slightly by the bulkiness of their cloaks and sweaters. Chestnut huffed behind them and settled in for a good nap.

Lily bit his lip teasingly. "I'll take some of that bubbly now, please."

"Mm." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "As you wish." He popped the bottle, sending the cork flying off the cliff ("Whoopsies!"), and poured them each a glass.

She held out her flute, pushing down the urge to make a sassy quip, and was honest: "To the best date of my life." She gave him a shy smile.

James couldn't help but curse all the dumbasses in the school who had mistreated her in the past. "To the best date of my life."

"Hey, you can't just copy mine!" Lily chided.

"Ha, fine. But it's true." James pondered, then raised his flute wildly. "Ah! To being the luckiest bloke in all of Britain."

Lily rolled her eyes, loving this, and sipped. "Who knew you were such a sap?"

"Oh, I'm the biggest sap. Don't get me started on what happens when I see kittens. Merlin, the waterworks…"

Lily giggled. "I didn't know that." She loved finding out more of what he was really like. She took a bite out of a strawberry and James watched hungrily as she licked the juice off her lips. "Is this… Belgian chocolate?"

"Yes, and yes, I know, I'm the best, and yes, I'm a pretty awesome listener." He winked at her.

Lily pushed at his shoulder. "Well, as long as it doesn't go to your head."

He pointed at his temple. "Oh, this ol' thing? Don't think that's possible, it's already as big as it's gonna get. You see, ever since this girl I've liked for years told me she loved me, it sorta permanently swelled up."

Lily studied his face. She whispered, "You liked me when you were still a student?" He'd alluded to it, but never flat-out admitted it.

James' eyes wavered between her eyes and plush lips. "Yeah, of course," he admitted softly. "I have this theory that anyone who's near you long enough can't help but fall in love with you." His fingertips skimmed her neck. "You're perfect."

Lily's eyebrows twitched. She couldn't deal with the absurdity of this statement or the feeling exploding from her chest, taking over her lungs, her brain, fuck, even her toes. So she crawled on him instead, never having been filled with so much yearning before in her life. I love this man, I love him so much it fucking hurts. She kissed him like it was her last minute on earth: ardently, desperately, with every last iota of her soul.

When she pulled back slightly, he saw tears twinkling in her eyes. She didn't have to say anything — he knew, because he felt the same way.

He gave her a lopsided grin giving her a minute to regain her breath. "So, what about you, Lils?" It was the first nickname she'd actually liked. "You secretly fancy me back then, too?"

"Oh yeah." She winked. "You missed out."

He motioned to her still straddling him. "Clearly."

They laughed and continued to lighter topics.

Lily asked where he got the idea for this date and James explained how he'd read it was a good scheme to have a high-adrenaline first date as the rush tricks the mind into thinking you're super into the other person. He smirked at her. "Whatever works."

"Where'd you read that?" Lily asked thinking it sounded vaguely familiar.

James sheepishly had to explain how a 3rd year had left her copy of Witch Weekly in his class and he'd been curious… given it a gander…

Lily was in hysterics over James' story of the Marauders' first Animagus transformation and how they'd all been unaware of their need to bring backup clothes. This had resulted in three very naked teenage boys all huddled under his Invisibility Cloak as they tried not bumping into each other whilst sneaking back into the castle, with Remus howling with laughter alongside them.

"It's not that funny!" James said to a shaking Lily, happy tears streaming down her face. "It was actually pretty traumatizing!"

"I can't— you guys—" was all Lily was able to wheeze out.

James downed his glass. "Yeah, let's just say we couldn't look into each others' eyes for a good two weeks."

Lily broke into a new fit of giggles.

James also told Lily how his Cloak of Invisibility had been passed down each generation and it meant he was related to Ignotus Peverell, and this led to him animatedly explaining the Deathly Hallows to her.

"Hm, I should hang out with you more often… I feel myself getting smarter already."

"You jest, but this is only, once again, feeding into my rather large ego." He pulled her to him, now sitting side-by-side enjoying the glow of magic hour as it lit up their kingdom one last time before nightfall. Lily leaned into him, wishing they could stay like this forever.

Unfortunately, James had to keep his word to the gamekeeper. They flew back, this time with James in front and Lily squeezing the life out of him from behind.

After giving Chestnut a few more rats (Lily had given up on trying to find their origin) and James thanking Hagrid, they walked back to the castle merrily. Lily was undetectable once more and silently thanked the unnaturally sunny previous Wednesday that had melted the lawn's fine layer of snow.

They entered the safety of his classroom before she removed his cloak. She looked up at him expectantly as he closed the door and turned back to her.

He played with both her hands in his, focusing on them, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. "I had the best time today, Lily." He swallowed thickly. His eyes snapped up to hers and she felt her breath catch. "Um, would you—" he let out a small tense laugh to himself. "Do you want to come in?"

"Yes," she said, hopefully not sounding as eager as she really was.

"Okay." He smiled. Aw, he's nervous too…

He pulled her into his room. The reality of the situation sank in for Lily, and her stomach erupted with butterflies. It was them. Alone. In his bedroom.

James waved his wand and all the candles around the room flickered on wildly; it was already pretty damn romantic.

"You're trembling..." James breathed as he stepped in front of her, taking her hands into his own again. "We don't have to—"

She stood on her tippy-toes and kissed him firmly. "I want to." And she did. She wasn't sure she'd ever wanted to do anything more badly. "I'm just a little nervous." Her eyes fixated on his, unable to let go.

"I'll never hurt you." She knew he meant it.

xXx

Her cloak fell to the floor, and soon sweaters, pants, and underwear followed until it was just them, naked, emerald still glued to hazel.

He bent down to kiss her again slowly and led them to his bed. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, she allowed herself to fall gracefully onto it, James coming along with her.

He hovered above her, still drinking in her face. "Lily Evans, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen..." The reverence seeped from his words, and Lily didn't know what to do with it, so she leaned up to kiss him again, her anxiety quelling a little bit more every time she felt his lips on hers.

He trailed his mouth down the planes of her neck as his hand came up to her breasts, his fingers oh-so-finely tracing circles around them. Lily moaned ever so slightly, never having had the skin there be touched by another. His tender caresses were already driving her mad and they were only just beginning.

His kisses dipped lower until his mouth met where his slow, tantalizing fingers were lighting her skin on fire. "Your tits are fucking perfect," he let out, as his palm finally closed around them, reveling in how they fit in his large hands.

Lily didn't have time to think, because he brought his mouth to a nipple and flicked it with his tongue while watching her face. She inhaled sharply by the unexpected heat and brought her hands up into his jet black hair. He smiled as he took more of her breast in his mouth, dragging his teeth along the delicate skin.

Lily squirmed against him wondering what the hell she'd done in a past life to deserve this one. She let out another small moan and he kissed the other breast for the first time, his hand slowly kneading her. "James..."

But James was on a mission. He worked his way down her body, running his fingertips down her legs as he settled himself between them.

Lily's mind went into overdrive as he kissed the inside of her thighs wantonly. Oh shit, what if I have weird labia? What if I'm not wet enough? What if I'm too wet? What if I smell? What if —

He kissed her where only her fingers had ever explored before and her mind, along with her pesky thoughts, exploded. "Fuck..." she breathed, looking down at him as he started sucking on her clit and her body came alive around him. His eyes were studying her, making sure that he could see every feeling she was experiencing for the first time, eating her out. He didn't want to miss a goddamn moment, and honestly considered investing in a Pensieve so he could watch her face like this over... and over... and over.

Lily didn't think as long as she lived, she would ever be able to forget the image of James Potter with his mouth at her core while his strong hands were wrapped around her thighs, holding her open to him. Every single thing he was doing to her body was the best thing she'd ever felt before.

His mouth stopped and he climbed back on top of her giving her another searing kiss. "You doing okay?" he asked as they broke away.

"Never better," she muttered lightheaded, making him smile.

He brought two fingers from his right hand into his mouth, and before Lily had time to wonder why, they were back down, sliding their way along her clit.

Lily rolled her body as his fingers stalled just before her entrance. "James..." she pleaded.

James eyes oscillated between hers and then brought his full lips back to her, capturing her moan as he slipped a single finger inside of her.

Her hips buckled in time with his movements, her spine arched, and she flung her head back — breaking the kiss — when he added another finger. "Oh fuck..."

While Lily's eyes were sealed shut, James made his way to her apex again, so he could tongue her with renewed vigor. Lily lost herself completely almost right away, crying out as her orgasm ripped through her body.

When she came to, James was smiling at her proudly. She tried to catch her breath.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Oh nothing. The sexiest witch in the world just came so magnificently in my bed that she probably woke up the whole castle, that's all," he said mischievously.

Lily's brought her palm up to her face, "Oh no, sorry!"

James tilted his head at her. "Please don't apologize for the hottest thing I've ever seen in my very lucky life."

She rolled her eyes, living for it.

"It's my fault, I should have remembered to do a silencing spell," James grabbed his wand and flicked it toward the door. "If anyone heard anything, they probably just thought it was Peeves..."

Lily slapped his chest. "I do not sound like Peeves!"

He laughed and put his arms around her to kiss her. When they broke away, he propped himself up on his elbow, playing with her hair. "We can stop now if you want. Give you time to recuperate."

Ha. Only James Potter would give me the best orgasm of my life and then expect nothing in return while he's... Lily suddenly became very aware that not only was she naked, as she had now been so many times in his glorious presence, but he was naked... with all her nerves and self-consciousness, she hadn't yet allowed herself to get a proper look down there...

Good Merlin, come on! No wonder the guy had been a cocky youth, his body was absolutely bloody fantastic!

Lily heard James chuckle, snapping her gaze back to him, well, his face. She realized her mouth was still agape and hurriedly closed it.

"Sorry..." she said embarrassed.

James brought his fingers under her chin smiling down at her devilishly. "For having been caught staring at my cock? Lily, I'm starting to think you may not know what 'sorry' means..." he teased, kissing her.

Her cheeks still burning, she brought her hand down, skimming his abs because bloody hell, she wanted to touch those too. James gasped as her thin fingers reached their intended destination. Lily was surprised by how smooth and soft his skin was there as she tentatively rubbed her hand back and forth over his member. It was his turn to writhe under her movements and she loved the power she felt. He's moaning because of my touch... he's moaning to me.

James had to break away from their hungry kiss after a few minutes and grabbed her wrist, stalling her. "Lily," he swallowed, "if you keep going, I'm gonna come..."

Lily smiled, only vaguely aware that this was probably a weird thing to be proud of. "Can you come in me?"

James dropped his forehead onto her shoulder groaning. "Ugh, how are you already a sex goddess your first time in?"

Lily giggled then grew more serious. "Well... technically my first time hasn't started... yet." Her green eyes burned for him and James was a slave to their desire.

He took a moment to look at her swollen lips, the glow of her cheeks, appreciate the way her perfect body was wrapped up in his.

"As you wish," he told her softly as he climbed back over her, positioning himself between her legs. He looked deep into her eyes. "I love you," he stated simply.

Lily braced her hands against his flexing biceps currently hovering his weight over her. She kissed the slight stubble up his sharp jawline as she felt his cock pressing lightly at her entrance. She rested her head against the pillows and stared at him, letting his devoted gaze distract her from the small pang of trepidation nestled in her gut for what was about to happen. "I love you, too."

He took his cue and pushed into her, causing her to wince and her nails to dig into his skin. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he muttered, brushing kisses across her closed eyelids.

But the pain subsided as fast as it had come on, and Lily felt her body accommodating his.

He was still feathering kisses over her face when she let out a huge smile. I'm fucking James Potter...

"What are you smiling at?" he asked amused.

Lily experimentally flexed her hips, causing James to hiss. "Is a girl not allowed to enjoy a good romp?"

James laughed as he slowly started moving himself in and out of her body. Soon the air became thick with moans as their hips collided rhythmically, each thrust feeling better than the one before it.

James attacked her neck with his tongue as she racked her fingernails down his spine, trying to push his body deeper and deeper into hers. She was being blinded by pleasure and running on pure instinct alone.

His hand traced up left calf slowly and then spun them over so she was suddenly on top of him. He grinned impishly as he took in the new view. He's hands gripped at her hips as he purred, "Gorgeous, Evans..."

She leaned down to kiss him, but stopped halfway there to gasp, a ripple of ecstasy coursing through her at the movement. "Oh that felt good," she rushed out in one breath.

James' smirk intensified tenfold. "Then don't stop doing it..." His hands on her hips moved her encouragingly.

She did as he commanded and began to rock her lower half over his, absolutely loving the friction she felt building within her. She moved faster and faster, clamping her eyes shut and tossing back her hair as she chased her climax. Her hands pawed at his abs, but her mind was going black, shutting down all her senses to focus on the feel of him inside of her.

James was trying to hold on, wanting to look at her face but unsure if he could watch her satisfaction without coming undone himself. His left hand came up to her breasts to hold them in place and prevent too much painful jiggle and his right thumb found Lily's clit, trying to help Lily fall over the edge.

It worked. Lily's knees clamped around him as she cried out, coming majestically on top of him. She wildly grabbed for his hand on her chest, using it to make sure she didn't float off into the heavens with her poor, wasted mind. Her hips bucked a couple more strokes and she opened her eyes slowly just in time to see James' shut, his lips parted gently as he let out a grunt of his own, clenching.

Fuck. Me. Lily thought as she watched her boyfriend — can I really call him that? — come inside of her. She wondered how she could possibly have gone nearly 18 years of her life without... this.

She was sitting upright on him now, lightly tracing her fingernails over his taunt, exhausted body as she tried to catch her breath. Her fingers bobbed over each ab as his panting slowed. She was obsessed.

"That... was fucking amazing," James sighed. Filling up with pride, Lily's heart contracted at the words... or maybe it was her vagina. "Oh shit, don't get me started again," he said propping himself to his elbows.

Lily looked at him shocked. "You can feel that?"

James regarded her quizzically, lounging in his bed looking like a model — who's still inside of you, her thoughts tacked on. "Can I feel when you squeeze me? Yeah!"

Lily did another kegel, giggling at his response. "This is fun."

James reached over and pulled her down to lay on her side next to him. "Come here, you little minx, you."

Lily laughed and he beamed at her, pushing some hair off her face.

"You really are incredible... you know that, right?" he asked, looking at her captivated.

Lily nuzzled into him shaking her head. "You lied to me."

James chin snapped back, "About what?"

Lily's eyes twinkled. "You said no one's first time was that good."

James chuckled. "Yeah... sorry?"

Lily laughed as he pulled her in close, kissing the top of her head.