Chapter Thirty-two

The last step

Syaoran froze as he heard his best friend's words. He shook his head slightly and stared at her.

"Say it again, because I don't know if I heard you correctly," he asked quietly.

Sakura looked down, grabbed Syaoran by the neck and kissed him deeply.

"I want sex with you, I'm ready now," she whispered between his lips.

"Sex? No, Sakura. You and I will make love," Syaoran murmured, kissing her again.

She shuddered, very nervous, and used both hands to pull down his trousers, leaving him in his underwear.

He sighed and unbuttoned her trousers, gently dragging them down her legs until they were off. Syaoran positioned himself on top of her and gasped as he felt the full heat of her body against his. Her kisses weren't letting him think clearly, so he pulled away from her a little to breathe and let his brain function normally again.

"Not today."

Sakura opened her eyes, frowning.

"Why not?" she asked, a little hurt.

Syaoran gave her a crooked smile, kissing her forehead.

"For several reasons. Our friends are out there, they might hear us... and besides, I want your first time to be very special."

Sakura held his face in her hands and lifted her head so she could kiss him.

"It will be special if it's with you."

Syaoran snorted, pulling back a few inches.

"Don't make it harder for me, it's not easy to resist you," he chuckled.

"Don't resist, then," Sakura whispered, tightening her grip around his neck to pull him back to her.

"Aren't you going to let me make something nice for you?"

She rolled her eyes, huffing.

"Okay... but I've wanted to be with you like this for a long time."

Syaoran raised both eyebrows, lowering his head until his lips touched her ear.

"Have you touched yourself this summer thinking about me? Any other orgasms besides the two we shared before I left?" he breathed.

Sakura shivered.

"I don't touch myself, Syaoran," she replied shyly.

"You haven't answered the second question."

She sighed, closing her eyes so she wouldn't feel so exposed.

"I've... dreamed about you several times, and... sometimes I've woken up feeling the same as I did that afternoon at your house."

She heard his laughter.

"Wet dreams about me? I love it," he said, nibbling on her ear.

Sakura covered her face with her hands.

"I can't talk about these things, I'm too embarrassed," she admitted quietly.

Syaoran raised his head, pulling his hands away from Sakura to look her in the eyes.

"You and I have always talked about everything and we're going to keep it that way, get used to it. I want to know everything and I'm going to ask you many times."

Sakura knew that she was totally blushing, so she closed her eyes again to avoid seeing his fire-filled gaze. He left several kisses on her cheek and moved closer to her ear again.

"I've touched myself many times thinking about you. You drive me crazy and I was looking forward to having you in my arms again."

She opened one of her eyes and saw that Syaoran was watching her, a crooked smile on his face.

"It amuses you that I'm shy like this, doesn't it?" she asked, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Well, yes. That reminds me that you're mine and no one else's."

Syaoran turned slightly, so that they were lying side by side on the bed. He started kissing her again, increasing the intensity as he ran his hands all over her body. He unclasped her bra, throwing it to the floor, and she shut her eyes as she felt his gaze on her body.

"Does it bother you that much that I'm looking at you?"

"It's not that, I... I told you I have a lot of flaws and I don't like it when you see them."

Syaoran snorted soundly.

"Those are things that are in your head. You don't have anything out of place."

Sakura widened her eyes, furrowing her brow.

"Don't lie to me. You know very well that I have stretch marks."

Syaoran sat up a little, staring at her body.

"These ones, you say?" he asked, caressing the hem of her knickers in her bum.

She nodded with tight lips. Syaoran chuckled and lowered his head, tracing the small lines on her skin with the tip of his tongue and kissing them. He moved back up to her face and kissed her on the lips.

"You didn't like this either, did you?" he asked, brushing her breasts with his index finger.

Sakura grimaced and Syaoran smirked, reaching down and taking his time nibbling on each of them.

"Is it clear to you that they're not flaws and that I like them?" he whispered, looking into her eyes.

She nodded, still very flushed.

"Good. Now control together, I'm going to calm your desire for me a little and they can't hear you."

They melted into a very deep kiss and Syaoran took off the only piece of clothes Sakura had left on, rubbing her in that area while with his other arm he circled her waist. Sakura gasped and mimicked him. For a long time they both caressed each other's cores, until their bodies trembled with pleasure.

Syaoran bit her nose and got up to clean himself up a bit while she got dressed again. After putting on his shirt, he grabbed something from his toiletry bag and lay back down next to Sakura.

"This is yours."

Sakura smiled as she saw the ring in his hand that he had given her months ago when they graduated.

"Now I can wear it all the time," she said happily.

He smiled back at her and they kissed again. Sakura leaned against his chest and they talked for the rest of the afternoon about everything they had done that summer.

A knock on the door interrupted them and Syaoran opened the door to find Eriol.

"The girls are leaving and we're going to escort them home."

Sakura got out of bed, surprised to see that it was already dark. The hours had flown by.

"Then I'm leaving too."

"Okay, let's go," said Syaoran, leaving the room.

The first days of university were complicated. Sakura had a hard time finding her class the first time, although she was glad to find out that the science school was next to the philology school, where Syaoran studied.

Every day, the six friends ate together on campus or at the boys' flat, which was quite close by.

That Friday, as they were all walking home from the university, Syaoran told her that he was expecting her at eight o'clock for dinner together.

Sakura frowned, wondering why he had said it quietly if their friends would probably be there too, but she didn't comment.

After studying in her room for a while, she left to go to the bathroom and was surprised to see Eriol and Takashi in the living room.

"What about Syaoran? Didn't he come with you?"

The two boys exchanged a knowing look.

"He's waiting for you, Sakura. He's there, preparing your dinner."

Her heart pounded on her chest.

"But... Aren't you going to have dinner there too?"

Eriol shook his head, grinning mischievously. Tomoyo stood up and dragged Sakura back to her room, closing the door.

"Syaoran asked them to let him be alone with you. Today they will sleep with us and you will have the flat for both of you."

Sakura froze, understanding what that meant.

"This is going to be the night, isn't it?" Tomoyo asked, excited.

"I think so, he told me he wanted it to be special," she replied, blushing.

Tomoyo walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out a turquoise dress.

"Put this on and take off those jeans. You have to look perfect."

Sakura nodded, smiling, and changed her clothes. She let Tomoyo perfume her neck and wrists and put black eyeliner on her eyes.

"You look great. I think he won't be able to wait until after dinner to eat you," Tomoyo mumbled, arching an eyebrow as she watched her friend.

Sakura giggled and nudged her.

"Any advice? I'm a little nervous."

Tomoyo sighed.

"I don't know what to tell you, I was also very nervous my first time with Eriol... just try to relax and remember that it's normal that it hurts a little, but everything will be fine. At least you'll be with him."

"It couldn't be with anyone better," she said, sighing.

"You're so in love," Tomoyo replied with a giggle, hugging her.

The two left the room and Sakura said goodbye to her four friends, enduring Takashi's teasing.

She decided to walk to try to calm herself down, but her hands were sweaty and her pulse was racing until she reached his building. As she got off the lift, she saw Syaoran waiting for her by the door.

She held her breath. He had dressed up as well and was wearing a white shirt, dark brown trousers and she could tell he had tried to comb his hair without much success.

Syaoran was also staring at her with sparkling eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen her wearing a dress. Sakura ran up to him and grabbed his neck to kiss him. He entered the flat, still kissing her and closed the door with his foot while they both laughed.

"You look beautiful."

"You look very handsome too."

"I've made Italian food."

Sakura let go of Syaoran and, glancing around, saw that he had placed some candles on the table, on which there were several plates of food and a bottle of white wine.

"Do you want to get me drunk?" she asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"No, you know I don't like to see you drunk. We'll just have one drink each," he replied, leading her to the table.

"I was told that we're going to be alone today," Sakura said, her voice a little shaky with nerves.

Syaoran grinned.

"Yes, tonight is for us."

Next chapter is so intense, get ready!