Warning: More sexual content
Chapter 12
Derek slid off his pants and readjusted himself on top of her so that his elbows held him up, his face not far above hers. Stiles wasn't nervous anymore, which was unusual for her. She was normally a ball of anxiety in stressful situations, but she felt comfortable with him and trusted him to be gentle. She was somewhat apprehensive about the possibility of pain, though that was unavoidable.
Derek kissed her softly, then began. He moved his hips back and proceeded to push forward, entering her slowly. She tried not to show it, but it did hurt, a lot. It was more of a burning sensation. He kept going until he was fully inside of her, which took some time because she was so tight. He looked at her face and saw that she was biting her lip, trying to hold in the pain. He placed on one hand on her hip and took away the pain so she was more comfortable. She let out a deep breath.
Keeping his hand on her, he began to move rhythmically, drawing back and going forward. Now that the pain was gone, she began to feel something like pleasure as his motions grew faster and faster. She had masturbated before, but this feeling was on a whole other level, it was so deep. He planted tender kisses on her neck, going down to her chest, while his hand ran along her hip and thigh. How was he multi-tasking right now? She could barely focus on the pleasure. She decided to follow his lead, instead of lying there like a corpse. She put her legs around his thighs, her feet lightly touching his calves, and her hands on his lower back. He gradually picked up the pace and let go of her hip so that she could completely feel the experience. The pain came back somewhat but it was overpowered by the immense pleasure she was having. She began moaning; she couldn't help herself. Derek was sucking on her neck, his nose tracing along her jawline. He wasn't making any noise, though he was breathing heavily.
He went faster, burying his hips into her as far as he could go again and again. She wrapped her arms around him in a hugging motion and pulled him closer so their bodies were totally pressed against each other. He put his head next to hers and gripped onto her shoulders to steady himself. He kept going. Stiles had no idea how much longer he could last, surely he was almost there? Not that she wanted him to stop, she wanted the feeling to last forever, but she was amazed at his stamina. Well, he was a werewolf. Normal physical endurance didn't apply to him.
Stiles came first, she couldn't hold it back. The pace was just too much for her and her back arched and she bit into Derek's shoulder, muffling her cry of pleasure. As her muscles relaxed, she felt his rhythm begin to falter and grow unsteady. He was panting, and his grip on her shoulders tightened. He gave one last, deep thrust and groaned as he finished inside of her.
He lay on top of her for a moment as they caught their breath, still clutching each other. Stiles was trembling, shaking, she felt as if her whole body had been pleasured, not just one part. Derek eventually slid out of her and rolled over so they were lying side by side. They stayed like that for a while, staring at the ceiling, waiting for their bodies to return to normal. As the tingling sensation faded from Stiles', it was replaced by a dull ache, she was sore.
She suddenly remembered where she was and who she was with and began to fret. Should she leave? Were they supposed to cuddle or something? She was terrified that she may have bled, they hadn't put a towel down or anything. Shit. Her panicked mind raced and she knew she had to move or say something, it was getting to awkward.
"Well," she spoke, sitting up. She snuck a look down at the sheets, no blood. Phew. "I should be going, school night."
She winced, way to remind him you're still in high school, Stiles.
Derek nodded and put his sweatpants back on as she picked up her items of clothing off the floor and quickly dressed. He walked her to the door.
"So… um… thanks?" she said. Derek smiled and kissed her again.
"Goodbye, Stiles," he breathed.
"O-okay, um, yep," Stiles was flustered, and she almost walked into the door on her way out. "Bye."
She half-walked, half-skipped back to the Jeep and hopped in. Before starting the engine, she sat and had a moment of reflection.
She was no longer a virgin. She had lost of her virginity, to Derek. Derek Hale had just had sex with her. She kept repeating the words in her head but they still didn't make sense to her. She had the biggest grin on her face as she thought about it. She felt no regret or shame, it had been an amazing experience, she was lucky. As for Derek, well, she hadn't fallen in love with, thank god. It was just sex, as they wanted it to be. Now the next time she tried to get with a guy, it wouldn't be so bad.
She wanted to tell Lydia immediately, but she knew that would be violating Derek's privacy. She would have to make up a lie about getting with someone else, someone Lydia didn't know.
She started the engine and went home, full of youthful optimism and joy.