WARNING! *Awesome dramatic narrator voice* Awkward, virgin, sexual content may lie ahead ;) Read with caution! You can skip this chapter if you're not into that sort of stuff... It's basically just a chapter full of smut...
The next day...
Mr Tate had been kind enough to loan us both the money for our plane tickets and for a hotel room since Miss McCall was rather out of sorts with funding as of late. However, he made sure that we had enough money to get two separate rooms, staring me down as he drilled that piece of information in to Malia. Funnily enough, when we reached our hotel, she was the first to jump in saying that we would share. I tried!
The plane journey was hilarious as well. The look Malia gave the security guard as he went to frisk her was priceless, I'd told her what to expect, but still she wasn't trusting of strangers. So instead she asked the man if I could frisk her... Never have I received so many disturbing looks in an airport.
By the time we'd reached our hotel room, I was exhausted. It shouldn't be that bad since you're sitting down through the most of it, but a four hour flight really takes it out of you! As soon as we'd found the bed, Malia collapsed straight on to it, chucking her suitcase to the side triumphantly.
On the other hand, I set my case down on the desk opposite the bed, popping it open. To my surprise, there was a piece of paper laid out on top of my clothes, with some sort of box underneath it. I reached for the paper first, lifting it up to reveal a box of... Condoms? My mouth fell open as I quickly fumbled with the paper, lifting it so that I could read it.
'Stop being a dumbass- Man up! –Scott'
Rolling my eyes and stifling a sigh, I quickly picked up the box and turned to go and throw them away. "What's that?" Malia asked, suddenly she was right behind me, and scaring the sheer crap out of me the box went flying from my hands, landing directly behind her.
"Nothing!" I shouted quickly, attempting to dive past her to conceal the item, but she was too quick.
"Condoms?" She said, trying desperately not to laugh.
After a few seconds of mumbling inaudible words, I finally spoke, "They are not mine!" My hands were waving around nervously, over emphasising everything I attempted to say.
"So, whose are they?" She asked, wearing a wide grin on her face.
"I... I d-don't... Nobody's! They are nobody's!" I shouted back, my voice reaching all sorts of pitches. She just watched as I squirmed under her gaze, smiling intently at me. "I mean, they aren't mine... I wouldn't do that!"
"Why not?" She replied too quickly, her smile twisting with a hint of curiosity.
I froze for a moment, my jaw hanging open, trying to think of an intelligible response. "Because... Because I wouldn't plan to... Have sex... Now..." My voice trailed off and my answer ended up sounding more like a question.
"So you don't want to have sex with me?" She asked blankly.
I raised my hand to my head, pushing against my temple. I was so unbelievably confused right now. I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out, I had no clue what I was supposed to say. 'Yes! I do want to have sex with you!' My mind screamed, but I couldn't exactly just say that! "I am so conflicted right now..." I mumbled, turning away to face the desk. Catching my eye I saw the note Scott had left me, the words 'man up' pointing straight at me. So I took a deep breath, stood up straight, and decided that's what I was going to do.
I turned around with a look of determination in my eyes, and in a short few strides I had my arms around Malia's waist pulling her so that her lips were against mine. At first she was tense, but after a moment her hands rose up to my neck pulling me in to her harder. I grabbed the condoms from out of her hand, throwing them accurately on to the nightstand. It seems we may need them after all.
Her hands were soon creeping inside of my jacket, tugging it from my shoulders impatiently, and within seconds it was on the floor. She pushed me backwards excitedly until I hit the desk, her arms already finding their way under my shirt as she roamed over my back. With shaking hands I flipped us around, lifting her onto the desk so that she could wrap her legs around my waist.
She let out a whimper as our most intimate parts finally connected, separated by several layers of clothing. I could practically hear my heart drumming against my chest as I grew more nervous. The anticipation of finally breaking this curse and letting myself go was too much, I was tingling with something between fear and excitement, but Malia was clearly experiencing the latter.
She began clawing my top up and over my head, desperately searching for my lips as soon as the clothing was gone. I responded equally in my actions, but more gently as I trailed a hand up her spine, brushing my fingertips tenderly against her skin as I reached her bra strap. There was a sudden moment of 'what the hell do I do now?' and she could tell.
We parted slowly, foreheads resting together as our hot, sticky breaths entwined with one another's. She reached her arms behind herself to meet my shaking hands, steadying them by her touch. She went further in between them, and unhooked the clasp on her bra, loosening it.
"It's okay," She murmured, her voice heavy with breath, "I trust you," She brushed her thumb across my cheek, smiling innocently at me. It was at that moment that I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I had a sudden surge of confidence that sent my body into action, and my hands started to pull the delicate fabric of her tank top up and over her head, leaving her in a bra that clung half heartedly to her chest.
Our lips crashed together again, in a rough, wet kiss. Pressing our chests together, I hugged her tightly, causing her to bite back a hiss. My body was suddenly floating with adrenaline, all the nervousness washed away as if I suddenly knew what to do. I brought one hand down to her thigh, rubbing small paths up and down her skin, stopping just as I pressed under her denim shorts.
She buried her head in my neck, stifling back a series of moans as she arched her back, pressing her body closer to mine, eagerly awaiting a stronger connection. Taking the opportunity, she dipped her tongue and ran it across my collar bone, setting my nerves off like a live wire. My body jolted forwards as I let a guttural moan slip by, and she raised her hand, knotting it in the tangles of my hair, continuing the assault on my neck.
Since she was pre occupied, I hooked my arms under her legs, and lifted her up, swivelling us both round and headed for the bed. Gently, I pressed her down on to the bed, laying her out beneath me. We both paused for a moment, staring into each other's eyes; she was beautiful. That was the only thought that would register in my mind as I tenderly pressed our lips back together.
Beating me to it, she lifted her hands up to her bra strap, tearing it off either shoulder and throwing it aside, finally allowing our bare chests to connect. As one of her hands fell loose I took it in my own, pinning it to the side of her head, running a trail of wet kisses down the side of her jaw, and on to her neck, sucking tentatively at her pulse point. Her near silent moans echoed through me and I felt a burning desire build in my gut.
Travelling lower down, I dragged my tongue down the side of her neck, across the rim of her collarbone, and stopped just before the gap between her breasts to look up at her. She had her eyes clenched shut, allowing herself to feel everything rather than to watch it happen; and that lifted a big weight off my chest to know that I didn't have an audience.
I continued the path downward, until reaching the top of her right breast, kissing it gently. I left several lazy kisses before finally reaching the nipple and taking it into my mouth, sucking gently. She arched her back in response, cursing under her breath, and I couldn't help but laugh. In all honesty, I had no clue what I was doing; I just went with whatever felt natural, so a positive response was great to see.
I used my left hand to pleasure her other side, running my fingers over the bumps in her rib cage teasingly, before cupping her other breast, copying the movements I was making with my mouth. She writhed underneath me for the passing moments, letting out cuss after cuss, moaning my name, and I felt myself grow hard under my jeans.
Eventually she'd had enough of the teasing, and using both hands she grasped my hair and roughly pulled me into a hungry kiss. She pressed me hard against her and she bit down on my bottom lip, nearly to the point where it would draw blood. But in an instant her hands were somewhere else, fumbling horribly at the button on my jeans. Her urgency made me snigger, and pulling away from her by as little as an inch, I could instantly see the desire in her eyes, it was dark, it was aggressive, but it was so damn attractive.
She took the distraction as an advantage, swiftly rolling us over so that she was now straddling me. This allowed her to make easy work of the button and zipper on my jeans, and she started tugging at them eagerly. I kicked off my shoes, allowing her to pull my jeans down easily, leaving me in my boxers. Very naked. I felt nervous all over again.
She skimmed back up my body, pressing a kiss to my chest, ignoring the beads of sweat pouring down it, and then returning to kiss my lips. By this point we were both overdosed with arousal, I felt as if I were partially drunk; kind of woozy and dizzy, as if my head were spinning.
I sat up, not once breaking the kiss, so that I could attempt to undo the button on her jeans. After several failed attempts, her hands joined mine, and still neither of us could loosen them. We both burst out laughing, our foreheads resting together once more, "How many of these did you bring?" I whispered; my voice thick with arousal.
"Lydia told me to bring two pairs." She answered in quick succession.
"Good." I growled before ripping the button off, throwing it somewhere across the room. The shorts popped open easily, allowing me to reach the zip, and finally discard the clothing the same way I did the button. She giggled in response, throwing her head onto my shoulder, running her tongue across my ear lobe before taking it into her mouth. I couldn't help but jump at the wave of pleasure that it sent coursing through my body.
I fell backwards again, submitting to her persistence as she worked her way across my jaw, crossing over to my other ear. I just laid back, closed my eyes and let her have her fun, taking in whatever my body felt. Once she was done with my ears, she kissed her way back down my chest, going as far as my abdominals. She lowered her hands, purposefully dipping her index fingers under the waistband of my boxers, before coming to a sudden halt.
She climbed back up my chest, "Can I?" She asked awkwardly, tugging on them to signal her intent. My breath hitched in my throat as I was overthrown with nerves, before choking out a 'yes' in response. She nodded, returning to the task at hand, and she began to pull down my boxers, past my erection, (which practically jumped out with joy), down my knees, and past the ankles. I closed my eyes again, allowing my heightened wolf senses to take over, although they were clouded with arousal as well.
There was a lack of contact for a moment, and I began to wonder whether Malia had just ran away and I hadn't heard it, but even so, I didn't open my eyes, I was too nervous. All of that fear was diminished when I felt a firm grasp around my length, and God... It felt like heaven had arrived early. I don't know where this girl, (who had been a freaking coyote for eight years!), had learnt about sex, but all I do know is that she knows exactly where to touch. Literally, every thought that I was holding on to melted at her touch.
It was impossible for me to know what sort of inaudible noises were coming from my mouth as she began to move her hand up and down, cautiously of course. In that moment I felt pleasure like no other, everything was so new, so raw. I was so distracted that I didn't notice her climb back up my body and place her lips against mine, smothering them so as to stop them from quivering. She took in my painful expression and laughed into the kiss, enjoying the power that she held over me.
A growl ripped through my chest as my senses came back, and I swiftly flipped us over so that I was on top, kissing her passionately, dominantly, as I started to lower her pants. They were off in a flash, and soon enough I was running circles around her inner thigh with the tip of my fingers, each time I moved a little bit closer to her core before pulling back. The kiss grew ferocious with my teasing, and Malia's hand ran across my back, raking her nails across the delicate skin.
I finally took that as a signal to go deeper, and moved a finger precariously down to her clit, rubbing across her folds gently. I could feel Malia's body tense and she held back a scream, biting down viciously on my neck, this time drawing blood. I continued to tease her when she released my lips, letting out quick, short pants of breath that were filled with need, so I didn't waist anymore time.
I slowly pushed a finder deep inside of her, holding still to allow her to adjust to the feeling, but within a second she was arching her back off the bed, thrusting her hips to allow me deeper access. Taking the hint, I started to move my finger in and out, building up pace with each thrust. Eventually I added another finger, and another, watching the girl beneath me writhe with pleasure.
By the time I pulled my hand away she was a mess, her breathe uneven, unable to form a word. I brushed a strand of hair out of her face, chuckling quietly as she came back to Earth, planting a sweet kiss on her lips.
"Condom," She muttered, still struggling to form words.
I jumped up in surprise, I'd nearly forgotten about that! I reached over to the night stand, quickly grabbing the box and pulling a foil packet out. Speedily, I unsheathed the rubber from its confines and rolled it along my erection, fumbling with it slightly as I shook with anticipation.
Settling back down, I looked at Malia, her face filled with lust and desire. I cleared my throat awkwardly, and she looked up at me, realising the nervousness in my eyes. I knew that this was going to hurt her, and I wanted to make it as easy as possible, but I didn't necessarily know how to do that.
Just as I opened my mouth to speak I was pulled down into another rough kiss, and internally I took that as the go-ahead. Half distracted by her wet, swollen lips moving against mine, I reached down to line myself up at her entrance, the tip pressing ever so slightly to her folds. I felt Malia growl into my parted lips, hungry for more as she pulled me deeper into the kiss, our tongues both battling for dominance.
Slowly, I pushed forward with my hips, entering her inch by painstaking inch. I'm not gonna lie, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure for me with how tight she was, her inner walls instantly clamping down on my shaft, and I could tell it was the same for her as she buried her face in my shoulder, nails already clawing at my back.
I stilled for as long as I could, my arms already starting to give as they struggled to hold me upright. After several moments of pure agony, gradually, I pulled backwards, before thrusting forwards again. I repeated the process as many times as it would take until the sensations stopped feeling so new, and until the stabbing sensation in my back began to ease.
Pain soon transformed to pleasure as the thrusts grew deeper, and I could feel a series of whimpers playing into my chest, somewhere underneath my own grunts. "Ty," she groaned, and I came lazily to a halt, "f-faster," She spat out, panting heavily into my skin.
I complied, thrusting my hips again, this time at a slightly faster pace. As the speed built up to the point that we were meeting each other thrust for thrust, it was bliss. It was a sensation completely unimaginable, when you get past all the awkwardness and nervousness that is. But to be here, with a girl that I may, or may not, be in love with, her mouth attached to my shoulder to stop herself from screaming, it's pretty. Freaking. Awesome!
Just about the only thing stopping me from drifting into a mindset of pure bliss was a pair of fangs sinking into the base of my neck, and once again I felt the strong sting of a sharp pain coursing through my body, only to melt into pleasure. I looked down and my eyes were met by a pair of blue ones, shining brightly as her body rocked fervently under my own. I felt her walls clench around me, and in an instant I was joining her over the edge. I lost myself in her, all motions coming to a stop as the feeling that had been building in my gut for sometime finally hit its climax. It took just about every ounce of strength to propel myself sideways, and not just to collapse on top of her.
After each taking a moment to come back from the realm of euphoria, I felt Malia's body curve into mine, her head resting on my chest, both our breaths finally starting to even out.
"That was..." I couldn't find the right word as my voice trailed off, still heavy with breath.
"Yeah..." She finished, laughing slightly as she nuzzled into my sweat-slick body, her leg hanging over mine. I watched her closely as she closed her eyes, clearly exhausted, and waited for her to drift off to sleep before gently resting her head on the bed, and heading for the shower.
When I returned, she was curled up into a ball, fast asleep. Quietly, I grabbed my boxers, which were somewhere amongst the mess of clothing scattered across the floor, pulling them on and climbing into the bed beside her. I pulled up the cover, making sure it nestled perfectly around her neck, (I'd noticed from previous experience that she liked to have the blanket snug against her neck), and reached over to the nightstand, pulling the plug on the light so that the room was pitch black.
I moved so that my arms were above my head, staring up at the ceiling, but in truth my mind was far, far away. I'd done it. I hadn't lost control.
...So... I tried to make this as awkward, and first-timey as possible, without making it overly awkward and making everyone want to gush... I don't know man; all I know is that writing this chapter has drained me. There will be errors... I apologise in advance... BUT OVER 3,000 WORDS! I couldn't keep it short! I don't know why but I just couldn't!
I'm just going to leave that there; I don't have the energy to write anymore :P
~Abi