"What should we eat?" I asked David.
"...hmmm...?" he said absently.
"What. Should. We. Eat....?" I repeated slowly.
""oh, uhm..... i can go find some--"
"Actually, you know what? I'm not that hungry". I replied stepping towards him. I stared at him fro a long time before he nodded fractionally.
"I'm not either," he said quite naturally.
"So..." I trailed off, shuffling my toe around in the fallen leaves. He shifted his body so that he was sitting closer to the edge of the rock, his feet on the floor.
"C'mere," he said, patting his knee. I crossed my arms pretending to think about it. He patted his knee again and I smiled, practically leaping into his lap and allowing him to circle his arms around my. I leaned into his bare chest and listened to his heart beating. We'd never had sex before. There were many, many times when I had wanted to jump on him and shag the sense out of him but the smoke is small, and sex is not something people enjoy hearing late at night. David was afraid once we started we'd never stop, which is a real danger as well. I knew once I was in his pants there was no way I was getting out of them for quite some time. It would be too good to even think about stopping, I knew it.
But I'd tried alright, there was no doubt about that. I was usually the one in charge in our relationship. I was the one who pulled him away from chopping lumber to have a little alone time, I was the one who seduced him, and I was sure I'd be on top. But that leadership made it more endearing to me when he did things like grab my hand under the table or sneak into my room at night, or hold me like he was.
"How about I...build us a fire?" I asked half-heartedly, thinking of his injured shoulder and him sitting around with no shirt on.
"Nope," he said, "You need to stay right here. Or I might freeze to death while you're gathering wood".
"But--"
"Well, alright, if you really wanna take that risk," he sighed, but his arms tightened around me. I sighed, though not entirely exasperated. He slid his hand up my shirt and began to trace little circles in my stomach.
"You know what I think they sexiest part of you is?" he asked me.
"What?" I replied, taken aback but equally curious and pleased.
"Right here," he said, trailing his fingertips around my lower stomach and back. "So soft".
"And its all yours," I told him.
"All mine," he agreed, kissing my cheek.
"I think the sexist part of you is your scars," I said,tracing one on his shoulder he got from a knife falling off a wall he was leaning against "I know that's weird but it reminds me you're not an Ugly and you're not a Pretty-- even though I think you're pretty enough for me. You're just... David".
"And I'm all yours," he mimicked my kindly.
I moved my leg so I was straddling him. Instantly, the intimate pose turned sexually charged. He groaned.
"Tally... This is really, really not what we need to be doing. But I really rea--" I cut him off kissing him softly. there was no crazed, wild, fucking sessions I'd read about or witnessed in pretty town. This was slow, smooth, smoldering. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lifting myself up, deepening the kiss. Finally I pulled away, sitting back down on his lap, though still straddling him and said, "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Tally," he repeated but this time his voice was jagged and hard, his breathing labored, "You are so unbelievably sexy. I don't even know how I stop myself from grabbing you and fucking you every chance I get. When you were diving in that freezing water, just for me, I almost did. Really, I did. And now you're kissing me like that. Like we have all the time in the world and you just want to spend it with me. Goddamn it, you make it so hard to...just...just... maintain self-control".
"Oh." I said. His speech had made my whole body hot, made the throbbing sensation return. I got up off of his lap, backing up a few steps, "Well I dunno. If its too hard for you to control yourself maybe I should just go sit over here". I moved to a fallen log a few feet away and sat, my legs purposefully splayed apart, giving him a nice view of my scarlet panties.
"That," he said, "Is not what I meant at all. Get your fine ass back over here". I giggled and returned to his lap. This time he kissed me. Long and hard. This was too much. I was determined to get him in bed--er... rock tonight. there was no one to hear us and it was due time. I leaned back, unbuttoning my shirt, my fingers shaking in my haste to get us undone. I was happy with ripping it off and doing him a hard and fast, but I knew he wanted our first time to be special, memorable, so I went slow for him, even though I knew he'd do whatever I wanted. I removed my shirt and I heard him gasp very slightly. I didn't have time for pleasantries though "you have really nice breasts" I pictured him stammering in my head and I smiled, reaching for the ties on his cotton pants. I undid them and he leaned back, trying to support his weight, forgetting about his injured shoulder. HE collapsed, bringing me down with him and I found my bare chest pressed to his. Okay, maybe I had time for a little more loving considering he hadn't tried to stop my yet. I kissed the trail of hair I had admired so much but instead of kissing downward, I kissed upward. When I reached his collarbone I nipped it sightly. HE moaned, but I didn't get the reaction I wanted. I continued to move further up, nipping behind his ear. This time his hands clutched at me, but still not quite what I wanted. I ground into him and kissed his jaw, looking up at him. He had his head thrown back and he was biting his lip, his eyes deep and dark.
"This..." I said between kisses,I was moving down lower now, "You're the most beautiful person on earth right now".
"Tally, I give up. I need--" but he broke off in a gasp. So this was the spot I was looking for. It was the spot right where his neck met his shoulder, right above his collarbone. I lifted my head, letting my now swollen feeling lips hover over the spot, breathing deeply.
"Please, Tally". he groaned and I cracked, letting my lips crash down on the spot. He squirmed and moaned, grabbing me around the wait with one hand and drawing me upwards, kissing me again. Then he began kissing down my neck, making his way down to the swell of my breast. I'm not sure exactly what he was doing but it was warm, wet, and absolutely stunning. I looked down at him, taking in his woodsy comfortable scent. He looked up at my through his eyelashes, making my knees go week and then I could not wait a minute longer. I sat up, giving him one last kiss on the mouth. I pulled off his pants and practically ripped off my own panties. I was not a virgin. I had done the deed when I was 15 with a boy Peris knew named Felix. He had blond hair and blue eyes a lot like David but he was just an ugly.. corrupted and inept. This was so much better. It wouldn't be painful, like it was with Felix. But I was pretty sure this was David's first time.
He looked up at my, kind of awkwardly, but I could tell he wanted it. Before he had time to doubt himself, I lowered myself onto him and damn it was so good. I moaned out and he groaned. I began to set a smooth, slow, sensual rhythm, up and down, allowing him in further each time. Soon he had adjusted to the rhythm and was meeting my thrusts with tiny ones of his own. This I though is what it means to make love.
Pretty soon I was moaning his name, my head thrust back running my hands up and down his chest. I could feel my climax building. Slowly... slower than I had ever had it done. It was like my insides were standing on the edge of a very high, very exhilarating cliff and soon I would fall. I leaned forward, allowing my wild hair to brush his chest. I knew he loved my hair. I knew this would be in his fantasies. Surely enough, he clenched his fists, pulling me down, still moving his hips. I kissed him and something in me shifted. Then I want tumbling down that cliff...and it felt better than anything. As I reached my peek I felt him explode into me. I collapsed onto his chest and he held me, apparently ignoring the pain in his shoulder. After several minutes filled with only our heavy breathing, I rolled over, lying next to him.
"Would it be too cliche to say that was the best sex ever?" he asked breathlessly.
"Yep," I replied. He just laughed, rolling on top of me, supporting himself with one arm, "Okay then, how bout we just do it again instead?" he asked, his lips centimeters from mine.
"Hell yeah", I replied, pulling him down on top of me.