With her trepidation caught in his trap, her weakness now magnified by his words, Chloe is forced to make the decision she'll have to live with, the point of no return looming just in the distance.
All over her skin she feels the chills of her fear, his words seeming to illuminate a spot light from which she cannot hide. 'This is real,' she says to herself, truly feeling if she does not spend the night covered in his warm skin she will shatter like an iceberg against the weight of the crushing sea.
The urge to be with him, to feel him deep inside her is consuming, making her shiver not just out of fear, but out of willed desire. She must. She has to. She is not complete, nor ever will be unless she seizes this moment and allows him to have her.
"Yes," she breathes out, lifting her wide eyes to meet with his. "I'm just...," she says, quite sure if she finishes the sentence
it will be a turnoff to him.
"You're just scared," he says, watching her lashes flutter at his words. Gently lifting her chin, he soothes her with his thumb against her cheek. "Chloe, I promise, I'll never hurt you."
His words ring through her ears, allowing her to begin to relax. He holds her in his arms, gently kissing her neck, trying to warm her from her chills, all the while creating new ones.
"We'll take it slow," he whispers into her ear, his long fingers gliding up the length of her bare back.
The word 'we'll' comforts her instantly. In so many instances she had worried that sex with Lex would be a one way street; his experience and maturity no doubt putting him on a different plane than her. She never imagined that he would be so tender, so understanding, so attentive to her needs, but the discovery is a refreshing revelation.
She looks into his knowing eyes trusting him with her body, laying her heart in his hands, believing he will keep his promise.
His lips once again chose the pulse of her neck to indulge in, nudging his nose against her as he tenderly explores the canvas of her skin.
Between her legs she feels on fire, a slow burning within her soaking the small patch of cloth cradling her mound. Glistening in the warm glow of the room, the pearls wet with her nectar slightly moisten the fine sheets on which she sits.
As she feels his hand slide over her knee, she adjusts her hips, the movement rubbing the cultured strand against her swollen bud. She shudders, her pulse racing as his lips find her exposed pink flesh.
The small peak slips into his mouth, instinctively making him suck gently on the delicate skin. Teasing the tip with his tongue, she bites her lip, her other breast aching for the same contact.
Drawing of his knowledge of her anatomy, he soon moves his warm mouth to her left side, pacifying his desire with the other anxious nipple, all while his hand slides up the slope of her thigh. Chloe melts, wrapping her fingers in the sheets as he perfectly executes his seduction.
Hands and tongue, flesh and fire, Chloe feels herself slowly being engulfed. She wants him, now, deep inside her, and she's seconds away from saying those very words. No longer caring about the pain or blood that may stain the beautiful sheets, her essence cries out to be united with him, the union not coming to fruition soon enough.
"Oh God," she gasps out, no longer able to contain the passion his touch summons within her. "Please," she begs, praying he'll know what she's asking and won't make her ask.
The fire in her eyes tells him everything he needs to know, and the pulsing desire surging through him wants to answer her request. His hardness aches to feel her all around him, moist and warm, tight and deep. Yet, beyond the flash of passion ablaze in her beautiful green eyes, he sees her vulnerability, so pure and innocent that he longs to savor every precious moment of her chastity, knowing it's a road neither will ever travel again.
With her head nestled within the feather soft down, he covers her flesh with his own, sliding the covers up over them to make her feel more secure.
Inching up her thigh with his painfully slow touch, she holds her breath, freezing as she feels 'it' may happen before she's ready.
"Relax," he soothes, talking her through this with his eyes. "I'm not going to do anything yet."
He can feel her legs trembling around him, his erection pressing against her no doubt sending up a red alert. With one hand he guides her right leg up to bend by his side, hoping the stability will ease her shaking, and prevent her from locking him in a vice.
The slight movement causes the covers to slide down, sending her scrambling to shield her flushed skin. Understanding her need for security, he pulls the sheet back up over them, kissing her gently to help ease her mind.
Her heart is pounding so loudly that he can feel it against his chest, and the hands that were curiously gliding over his flesh earlier have suddenly stopped, paralyzed by his motions. Clutching the pillow at the side of her head, Chloe lays looking at him wide eyed with worry.
He eases down to lay at her side, resting his hand gently against her bare stomach. Working beneath the tent created by the sheet and her leg, he softly circles the divot of her navel, trying to return her breaths to normal by moving to more neutral ground.
His patience is both pleasing and painful. Part of her is thankful he's kind enough to take things slow, but the control freak in her keeps thinking there's a deadline.
Reading her mind like no one else can, he lets the corner of his mouth lift into a smile, telling her gently "we'll get there, I promise."
She exhales hard, not sure if she can hold out much longer. With every second that passes she gets more tense, and her mind starts to race over her fears. She wants to just do it. She wants it over with. She can't stand this awkwardness any more.
"Please Lex," she says, a sense of urgency plaguing her tone.
"Baby, you're not ready," he says, knowing that with her body as tense as it is she's bound to not be wet enough to accept him, at least not for the first time.
Immediately she feels rejected, thinking he's all of the sudden able to see her as the immature girl she's been fighting to hide. With tears welling up in her eyes, she squeezes them shut, wanting to disappear and pretend all of this never happened.
Picking up on what he said, and how she obviously mistook it, he urges her to open her eyes and look at him. "Chloe, honey, I just meant we need to do a little bit more foreplay so it will feel good for you."
His words come a second too late, for she's already freed a tear to trickle down her cheek. He quickly catches it with his finger, drying the trail with a soft swipe.
With all of her emotions on overload, her chin quivers as she tries to adjust to being out of control of the situation. Trying to enrapture her back into the moment, he kisses her softly, tangling his fingers in her hair as he leans into her.
Urging her lips to part with his warm tongue, she takes the tiny step to welcome him in, allowing her hands to embrace him once more.
Dizzying her with his kiss, he glides down to her hips, unfastening the ribbons to free her from the thong. Gently he eases her panties off, the strand of pearls summoning a gasp from her lips as they brush past the sensitive nub one last time.
Her straight leg held captive by his form, her bent one shakes nervously as he sweeps past her curls. "It's okay," he breathes into her, his lips now teasing the curve of her neck, feeling her pulse racing beneath her skin. Brushing her entrance with his fingertip, he feels himself throb with anticipation. Seizing his moment, he slides one finger in, her tightness surprising and concerning him.
He had promised he would not hurt her, but as he feels her so tense around his finger, he fears he may not be able to keep that promise.
Gliding the long digit against her textured walls, he tries to stretch her by working his finger around. With every subtle movement he can feel her clenching within, and his cock moves involuntarily when he imagines feeling the tightness squeezing him inside.
Simulating the action soon to come, he works his finger in and out, trying to get her comfortable with the friction as he slightly varies his angle.
With her leg uncontrollably shaking, he pushes another finger in, the pair working as one as he stretches her a little more.
"Are you alright?" he asks, watching her eyes before opening his two fingers a tiny bit within her.
She nods hesitantly, biting her lip against the awkwardness of the situation. Her mind wanders to the oddity of sex. At the moment it doesn't feel any differently than someone sticking their finger in your ear, and she's not quite sure if she'll ever know what all the fuss is about.
She's much wetter than he thought she'd be considering how tense she obviously is, but he can feel she's not ready yet to accept him. Putting his thumb on the task of pleasing her, hoping to help her relax, he gently rubs her swollen bud, the action making her legs try to close in reflex.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asks, seeing her plagued with uncertainty.
"No," she quietly says, fearing sex will always be this strange. "It just feels weird. It's not what I expected."
His eyes sparkle as he sees the gears turning in her mind. "Sex is something you have to feel," he says gently, trying to occupy her as he soothes. "Close your eyes," he whispers, his warm breath tickling her neck as he lays tiny kisses between her breasts.
She does what he asks, trying to silence the part of her mind that longs to get dressed and just curl up by his side.
"Can you feel me?" he asks, sweeping his two fingers back inside her.
"Yes," she says softly, trying to concentrate on his touch.
"Do you know how you feel to me?" he says, hoping to reel her away from her fears by talking her through everything.
She shakes her head 'no,' holding her eyes closed for his answer.
"You're soft, and warm, and beautiful," he says, punctuating each adjective with a kiss.
Sliding the fingers out, he adds a third, watching her swallow hard as she tries to adjust to the discomfort.
"Does this hurt?" he asks, not moving them at all until he knows she's alright.
"No," she breathes out, lying to him, shifting her hips to adjust to the feeling.
He works the length of his fingers in and out of her, every subtle reaction of her flesh making his own throb for contact. Bending the tips of his fingers to glide against her walls, he summons deep moans from her lips, her closed lids wrinkling slightly as the stretching makes her burn.
Feeling his desire to enter her build up, his erection bordering on painful, he pulls his fingers out of her, stroking himself with her wetness to gain some release.
The cool air in the room hits her skin as he pulls himself off of her taking the sheet with him. He's only stretching to reach the night stand drawer, but his absence seems to last an eternity.
Wrapping her hands around her bare breasts, she waits for him to return with the condom, her mind flooding with fears of his past, and the chances of the protection failing.
Working like reflex, his hand reaches into the drawer producing the package that he tears open with his teeth. The sound of the plastic sends shivers down her spine, her legs rocking the bed as she continues to shake.
With one hand he rolls the condom down his shaft, pinching the tip before settling back down on top of her.
The strange smell of the spermicide fills her nose as the rigid rubber slides across her skin. His hips thrust involuntarily as his swollen member meets with her, the latex rubbing roughly against the delicate flesh of her inner thigh.
With the prompting of his hand, she bends her other leg up beside him, providing him space to work on top of her. He locks eyes with her, seriousness present in his gaze as he longs to freeze this moment for them both.
The sheet over them quivers as she trembles uncontrollably, the final seconds of her virginity quickly drifting away from her. She's lost control of her body, even her hands are unable to steady her shaking legs.
Knowing she wouldn't want to turn back now, he brings himself to her entrance, rubbing her wetness with the tip of himself.
Fighting the urge to push in deep and hard, he nudges in slightly, summoning a sharp hiss from her lips. He can feel her muscles pushing him out, the tension racking her body making it nearly impossible for him to enter.
"I need you to relax," he says, his tone patient and controlled. He sees in her eyes her determination, can see she wants to feel him inside as much as he wants to be there.
"I'm trying," she says, her voice shaking with frustration. Recalling how she was able to find calm earlier by closing her eyes, she tries that approach, feeling every beat of her heart that thumps in her ears is like a grain of sand in the hourglass, speeding up as the moment when they will be one rapidly approaches.
Moving the focus away from penetration, he kisses her deeply, savoring the sweetness of her tongue as the warmth of his thickness pushes against her hymen.
Hesitating breaking the delicate flesh, he takes her hand into his, wanting to connect with her in every possible way.
"Chloe," he says, his tone making her long to look into his eyes. Her lids part just in time to watch his lips form the words "I love you."
With that, he thrusts downward, his thickness tearing through her, making her cry out as the pain overtakes her. She had tried to imagine how it would feel to have him inside her. She had read it could hurt, that she might even bleed, but nothing, no amount of research could've prepared her for this feeling. Squeezing hard on his hand, tears burn her eyes as the intense pain plagues her deep inside.
He doesn't move, holding his position within her, feeling her tense all around him. He knows it will pass, that her body will adjust to his presence, he just needs to give her a moment to stretch around him.
"Chloe, baby? Talk to me."
Pressing her head against his chest, she can only muster a groan as she tries to open herself to accept him, her fingers holding onto him tightly.
Penetrated. Such a perfect word for this feeling. She feels oddly violated despite the fact that she welcomed him there. Her body is no longer her own, he is inside her, pushing against the intimate walls of her essence, his masculinity overpowering her innocence.
"We'll stop, I'm sorry," he says, sliding back out of her, trying not to think about the aching in his balls.
"No, I-," she says raising her hips to keep him in, "I'm okay, it's okay."