Chapter 6: Present

"Matt, I never had sex before. I want you to be my first. I know that I promised you and to myself that I would wait until our wedding day, but I can't wait. I mean I don't want to wait. Please take me now," I said as I went to the bedroom, "Come." I lead him into the bedroom. The next thing that I knew I was on bed. I felt his warm hands come to either side of my head, clasping my skull gently. His lips touched my forehead, cheeks, and nose in a soft, scorching kisses that drew fire to the surface of my skin. He spoke quietly; his breathe caressing me, "Angel, how bad do you want me?"

Words fluttered and collided inside of my mind; while my body strained toward him so willfully that I could no longer keep pressing forward into the larger, muscular shape of him. He took me against him, urging my hips forward until our bodies were molded together as tightly as the layers of our clothing would allow. The relief of being clasped firmly, held close by his hands was so great that I couldn't hold back a sudden gasp. He nuzzled into my bare throat, kissing, tasting, and my knees wobbled at the sensations that streaked through me.

"Beautiful Angel," he muttered, his breath rushing fast and hot against my skin.

My fingers trembled as I clutched the soft-twilled wool of his clothes. This was a desire and it was a hundred times more powerful than anything I had experienced before. Even on the night he had given me the shatteringly sweet climax that had kindled my senses to a brand-new awareness of pleasure. Through the shared confidences, the debates, the frequent laughter, and the simmering tension, something new had developed between us. I had thoughts running in my head, but they were all pushed away as his mouth closed over mine. His lips teased, settled, insisting until my own mouth relaxed and opened to him. My response seemed to cause a small shock within him - I felt the reverberations in his throat and chest, and then the kiss turned harder, deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth in eager surges. The invasion excited me, and I squeezed myself more tightly against him, until the abundant mounds of my breasts were compressed against his chest. Matt tore his mouth away from mine as if he could stand no more, his lungs dilating in swift expansions, his hands clamping tightly over my body.

"God," he muttered into the pinned-up curls of my hair. "The way you fill my arms… it makes me insane. You're so sweet… so soft…" He kissed me again, his mouth hot and demanding, feeding on mine as if I were some choice of delicacy that he craved. As if he were addicted to me, as if only the taste and texture of me could assuage his violent need. I felt delight coiling in all the tender places of my body, tightening, and waiting for the trigger that would release the gathering tension in one ecstatic explosion. His hands moved over to my shirt, fumbling slightly as he searched for the buttons on my blouse. The cool flesh of my breasts plumped out over the square neckline, their fullness resisting the tight containment of the blouse. He bent and pressed his lips to the deep valley of my cleavage, then slow kisses over the revealed skin. My nipples in hard points beneath the blouse, and he touched them through the blouse, his thumbs rubbing, stroking, his fingers gently plucking. I whimpered in distress, remembering our other time together earlier that day. I wanted that intimacy again, with a desperation that felt like madness. Matt seemed to read my mind, for his hands cupped over the rise of my breasts and squeezed firmly to ease the yearning ache. His gaze fastened on bra as my half-exposed breasts as his other hand expertly touched my thighs beneath my skirt. The tip of his tongue touched my skin, tickling a sensitive nerve at the side of my throat, and I paused to suppress a little moan of excitement. His fingers worked stealthily at the back of my skirt. I felt, from the series of little tugs and the loosening of my skirt, that he was making a rapid headway with the skirt. I slipped out of them easily. He stole little kisses from my half-open lips and dragged his mouth along my throat. Excitement causes his heart to pound riotously, the mad pulse concentrating in his pants, bringing his cock to leaping with arousal. He wanted to plunge into me, squeeze, and bite and lick ever tender inch of me. He took my mouth in an ardent kiss, searching for my tongue, greedily absorbing the delicious taste of me. I responded willingly, letting him kiss me exactly as he wanted, my body arching as he spread the top of my blouse open. His hand searched the length of my spine until he encountered my bra. Impatiently, he unhooked it. I began to breathe in deep surges. Matt peeled the blouse and the bra off my body. The round shapes of my breasts spilled forth. He kissed down to my breast and started licking it softly.

"Matt…" I could barely speak through my shallow, unfinished breaths. "Oh, Matt."

His avid mouth found my other breast, his tongue circling the tip. He put his hands spreading my thighs so that we were straddled in. As he might have expected, I was no passive partner, my mouth entreating his with eager kisses, my hands wandering busily over his chest and midriff. The tightly fitted clothes defeated me, and I tugged at them with a moan.

"Help me." I said shakily, fumbling at the waist of the trousers. "I want to touch you."

"Not yet." His palms slid under my panties, finding the curve of my buttocks. "If you touch me now, I won't be able to control myself."

"I don't care." I tugged harder and managed to unfasten the top button. "I want to know how you feel… to hold you in my hands…" My fingers moved over the hard shape that reared beneath the front of his trousers. The slight pressure causes him to jerk and groan. I was so adorably imperious, so passionate, that Matt felt his heart contact with a feeling he had never known before… a feeling that was too dangerous to examine.

"Alright, then," he said, his voice filled with lust and amusement. He brushed aside my exploring hand and deftly unfastened the remaining six buttons and slipped out of them, as well as his boxers. His erection sprang free of the thick, twilled fabric, twitching at the proximity of my soft female flesh. Matt's hands shook as he fought to control the urge to bring me fully over him and thrust inside my virginal body. Instead he waited, with forced patience, his gritting as my cool fingers settled cautiously on the taut length of him, brushing the skin that stretched so tightly over the stiff upthrust of his sex.

"Oh," I said, my eyes half closing, my hand moving in gentle exploration. "I didn't expect… it's so hot… and the skin is so…"

Matt turned his face to the side and moaning at the sensations that he was feeling. "Feel good?" I whispered, my fingers hesitating near the pulsing head of his erection.

"Yes, God, yes…" he moaned. "It feels so good. You're killing me here… please stop…"

I continued to massage him and he buried his head in my shoulder, moaning even more. After a few minutes, which seemed like forever, he grabbed my hand and with his free hand grabbed my panties and pulled it off. He looked at me and murmured, "My turn." He drew his thumb gently into the crevice hidden beneath the curls, repeating the action until my feminine lips were swollen and separated. He felt my thinghs tighten around his, and he used his legs to keep mine spread wide, my body rendered open and helpless to his touch. Locating the entrance to my body, he stroked, teased, until he felt the gathering moisture against his fingertip, I groaned and pressed against his hand, seeking more stimulation. He kept his touch maddeningly light, resting his thumb just above the delicate rise of my female flesh that had become swollen and unbearable sensitive. I trembled and writhed as he circled his thumb in tickling swirls. Carefully he brought our loins together, not penetrating me, just allowing the sensitive underside of his cock to rub into the wet notch between my legs. Matt closed his eyes as the sensation climbed to an excruciating height. He froze with pleasure as his self-control began to shatter. He was going to climax soon.

"Matt," I gasped, "I need you… need you… oh, Lord, please—"

"Yes," he muttered, his entire body stiff and sweating. "I'll give it to you, darling."

I kissed his mouth, using my tongue to taste him, incite him, and his thighs turned iron beneath me. He reached beneath my thighs and positioned me under his hips.

"Do it now… now…" My words dissolved in a low moan as I felt his thumb teasing me once more, while his middle finger slid inside of me.

My hands clutched at his shoulders, his chest and I pushed closer to him, gasping, and he felt the hot interior of her body tightening around the gentle invasion his finger. I sought for his mouth, and he kissed me as deeply as I wanted, slowly plunging his tongue in rhythm with the thrust of his finger, using all his skill to bring me closer. A shaken sound escaped from me, and then a moan, and I clutched him tightly as an intense climax streaked through me. I shivered, arched, crushed myself against him, while me sheath contracted in sinuous ripples. Murmuring low in his throat, Matt withdrew his finger and positioned himself over me with his arching body. He teased the wet opening of my body with the head of his shaft, circling, nudging and I pressed down on him eagerly. I caught my breath at the first pain of his entry, but my body continued to push downward until he finally penetrated me with one sure thrust. He couldn't think or speak, couldn't form my name. He could only lie on top of me while the sensation glided over him in relentless waves. He leaned forward and started kissing my neck. His hips lifted against me, his cock nudging deeper inside of me, and my sheath squeezed tightly in response. He heard his own full-throated cry as he drove in the final thrust of release, straining and shuddering in ecstasy. Finally being able to move, he clutched my head in his hands, devouring me, aware that his kisses were probably bruising my tender mouth, but I didn't mind.

The sound of our labored breathing was slow to diminish. Matt held me against his chest, resting his large hand over my rumpled hair while the other moved in circles over my naked body. I shivered at the contrast between the cool air and his warm hand. We fell asleep in each other's arms, smiling, and knowing full well that our dreams were fulfilled.

We had finally become childhood sweethearts.



~ The End ~