Note: If you don't want to see any teenage sex, please skip this and go to Chapter 4. Also this was for Carol since she wanted to see Kat and Thomas do something before he died.
Lily went up to her and Katarina's bedroom. Katarina wasn't there, she had snuck over to Thomas's room. He was sitting up by the window.
"I want to go too."
"Thomas, you can't...your father won't let you. And I don't want you to."
"I know..."
Katarina sat beside him and touched his shoulder. Thomas looked at her and kissed her again.
"Close the door." she whispered.
Thomas complied and shut the door. He walked back over to her and also closed the curtains on his windows. They both knew that this shouldn't happen until they were married but something told them this was the only time they could. Katarina unlaced her dress and let Thomas remove it. Beneath she had on a corset and her skirts. He laid her back on his bed and removed the vest and neck stock he wore. Slowly, Thomas placed his hand down to gingerly caress her left breast through the thin material which covered it. Both of them were shaking with nervousness and anticipation.
Thomas kissed her soft, generous mouth feverishly. Both of his hands were on her breasts now, and he kneaded them with desire, feeling her taut nipples through the fabric. Katarina gasped out loud as she felt his fingers tighten on her nipples. It was painful and deliciously arousing at the same time. She widened her legs beneath him, allowing him to settle in the cradle of her hips. She felt his own desire--rock hard and throbbing against her belly.
Katarina tilted her head back, allowing Thomas to kiss along her jawline with his tongue, his hands roaming every inch of her body. He slowly lifted the hem of her dress over her legs, tracing the curves of her legs teasingly with his fingertips. Thomas pulled and smiled at the way she squirmed beneath him, her cheeks flushed with her obvious arousal.
Thomas's hands found her thighs and massaged upward, until he reached the upper part of her inner thighs. There, he stopped, once again searching her face. Katarina smiled, allowing him to proceed. Hesitating no further, he slowly slid his index finger across her underwear. Katarina's eyes widened, her hands gripped the sheets. Her hips involuntarily thrust upward, and Thomas rubbed her sensitive spot with a little pressure.
"Thomas..." she gasped.
He slid his fingers beneath her underwear, and this time, he was the one who gasped in surprise. She was so warm - so wet. When Thomas found the right spot, her hips jumped again, and he slowly slid a finger into her tight slit. She gasped again.
He knew he had to get her out of her corset and skirts - fast. With shaking and fumbling hands, Katarina and Thomas removed their clothing. Finally, they lay naked together, their hot bodies pressed together and throbbing together.
"You're so beautiful . . . " he whispered, his voice filled with desire
Everything suddenly seemed like a dream as Thomas's lips closed on one of her nipples, and then the other - now slick with the heat of both their bodies. Katarina tangled her hands in his hair, pressing him closer to her body, urging him on.
"Thomas now, please..."
Thomas positioned above her now, the tip of his manhood just touching her. She breathed roughly and wrapped her legs around his hips, indicating she needed him now.
"It's going to hurt."
"You could never hurt me."
With a single thrust of his hips, Thomas was embedded in her body. He gasped, the sensation of her warmth enveloping. It was overwhelming. Thomas fought the urge to pump himself into her when he saw Katarina wince for a moment. Thomas stilled, waiting for her to respond. Her nails dug into his arms, and Thomas wondered if he should pull out. But then Katarina opened her eyes after the pain dulled away. She smiled at him warmly.
"Don't stop," she whispered breathlessly, "Make love to me, Thomas."
Thomas smiled and nodded, pulling out slightly, before gently re-entering her. He kept the pace slow at first, getting the feel of her also allowing her to do the same. Katarina began groaning and Thomas steadily built up the pace, and before too long, he was slamming into her body with feverish passion. Her legs locked around his hips, drawing him in, and she met each of his thrusts with her own.
Their world was confined to only the two of them. They no longer heard the gunshots, cannons, and screams from outside. Katarina looked up at Thomas's face - flushed and determined. She gasped when she felt him begin to hit something inside her. Deep in her mind she felt an explosion which traveled through her entire body.
"Thomas!" she gasped loudly.
Soon after she felt the wave wash over her, Thomas felt the same thing and called out, falling limply on her. He locked tightly to her body, emptying every bit of his seed into her womb. A moment later, her hand slid up to his neck, resting on the back of it.
Fleetingly, she realized that Thomas could've impregnated her, she didn't care. To experience that sort of pleasure with this boy whom she loved with all her heart, she would do it again and again. She almost hoped she was pregnant. They both fell asleep.
Lily went up to her and Katarina's bedroom. Katarina wasn't there, she had snuck over to Thomas's room. He was sitting up by the window.
"I want to go too."
"Thomas, you can't...your father won't let you. And I don't want you to."
"I know..."
Katarina sat beside him and touched his shoulder. Thomas looked at her and kissed her again.
"Close the door." she whispered.
Thomas complied and shut the door. He walked back over to her and also closed the curtains on his windows. They both knew that this shouldn't happen until they were married but something told them this was the only time they could. Katarina unlaced her dress and let Thomas remove it. Beneath she had on a corset and her skirts. He laid her back on his bed and removed the vest and neck stock he wore. Slowly, Thomas placed his hand down to gingerly caress her left breast through the thin material which covered it. Both of them were shaking with nervousness and anticipation.
Thomas kissed her soft, generous mouth feverishly. Both of his hands were on her breasts now, and he kneaded them with desire, feeling her taut nipples through the fabric. Katarina gasped out loud as she felt his fingers tighten on her nipples. It was painful and deliciously arousing at the same time. She widened her legs beneath him, allowing him to settle in the cradle of her hips. She felt his own desire--rock hard and throbbing against her belly.
Katarina tilted her head back, allowing Thomas to kiss along her jawline with his tongue, his hands roaming every inch of her body. He slowly lifted the hem of her dress over her legs, tracing the curves of her legs teasingly with his fingertips. Thomas pulled and smiled at the way she squirmed beneath him, her cheeks flushed with her obvious arousal.
Thomas's hands found her thighs and massaged upward, until he reached the upper part of her inner thighs. There, he stopped, once again searching her face. Katarina smiled, allowing him to proceed. Hesitating no further, he slowly slid his index finger across her underwear. Katarina's eyes widened, her hands gripped the sheets. Her hips involuntarily thrust upward, and Thomas rubbed her sensitive spot with a little pressure.
"Thomas..." she gasped.
He slid his fingers beneath her underwear, and this time, he was the one who gasped in surprise. She was so warm - so wet. When Thomas found the right spot, her hips jumped again, and he slowly slid a finger into her tight slit. She gasped again.
He knew he had to get her out of her corset and skirts - fast. With shaking and fumbling hands, Katarina and Thomas removed their clothing. Finally, they lay naked together, their hot bodies pressed together and throbbing together.
"You're so beautiful . . . " he whispered, his voice filled with desire
Everything suddenly seemed like a dream as Thomas's lips closed on one of her nipples, and then the other - now slick with the heat of both their bodies. Katarina tangled her hands in his hair, pressing him closer to her body, urging him on.
"Thomas now, please..."
Thomas positioned above her now, the tip of his manhood just touching her. She breathed roughly and wrapped her legs around his hips, indicating she needed him now.
"It's going to hurt."
"You could never hurt me."
With a single thrust of his hips, Thomas was embedded in her body. He gasped, the sensation of her warmth enveloping. It was overwhelming. Thomas fought the urge to pump himself into her when he saw Katarina wince for a moment. Thomas stilled, waiting for her to respond. Her nails dug into his arms, and Thomas wondered if he should pull out. But then Katarina opened her eyes after the pain dulled away. She smiled at him warmly.
"Don't stop," she whispered breathlessly, "Make love to me, Thomas."
Thomas smiled and nodded, pulling out slightly, before gently re-entering her. He kept the pace slow at first, getting the feel of her also allowing her to do the same. Katarina began groaning and Thomas steadily built up the pace, and before too long, he was slamming into her body with feverish passion. Her legs locked around his hips, drawing him in, and she met each of his thrusts with her own.
Their world was confined to only the two of them. They no longer heard the gunshots, cannons, and screams from outside. Katarina looked up at Thomas's face - flushed and determined. She gasped when she felt him begin to hit something inside her. Deep in her mind she felt an explosion which traveled through her entire body.
"Thomas!" she gasped loudly.
Soon after she felt the wave wash over her, Thomas felt the same thing and called out, falling limply on her. He locked tightly to her body, emptying every bit of his seed into her womb. A moment later, her hand slid up to his neck, resting on the back of it.
Fleetingly, she realized that Thomas could've impregnated her, she didn't care. To experience that sort of pleasure with this boy whom she loved with all her heart, she would do it again and again. She almost hoped she was pregnant. They both fell asleep.