Ok, so this is embarrassingly late. But: in my defense, my father is one of eight children. All of his siblings married and bore at the very least three offspring. They all come to our house every Christmas. We are talking twenty adults and who-even-knows-how-many kids in our house at any given time from December eighteenth to the day after new years. Some cram into our house this entire time, some stay in hotels, but when they are in the house the millions of kids are dumped onto the teenagers so the adults can catch up. The story of my life is herding children with three of the older cousins (the others usually bring boy/girlfriends… and sneak off to make out, abandoning us D:) Hence, I was not able to sit down and write this chapter. XD But you have it now, so enjoy!
He carried me through his small apartment, a little clumsily (our lips were still locked tight), but sweetly nonetheless. He kicked off his shoes and shoved open the door to his bedroom, taking me to the bed in three big steps. Lowering me gently, he stumbled as he tried to remove his socks, and I giggled. He crawled on top of me, pulling me close and kissing again.
I'd dreamed about this, so much. I'd wanted it so badly for so long I could barely keep my wits about me as the buckle on his belt jingled, pants kicked around his ankles. I put a hand on his chest, looking at it nervously. He brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes.
"You okay?" I blushed immediately.
"F-fine. I… I just really, um, haven't done this. In a very, very long time." I turned my head sideways, staring at the wall. "I'm sure your expectations are high for this but I can't say I have lots of experience." I tried to let him know how I was feeling but my mind was blurry, clouded by the warmth of his body so close to mine. He kissed my nose gently.
"I'm okay with anything, Emma. Because I love you, no matter how bad you are in bed." He traveled to my neck, blowing warm air under my jaw. "Which, no matter how much experience you've had, I seriously doubt, because so far you're doing amazingly." I bit my lip.
"Will, the last time I had sex I was twenty five and seriously drunk. I ran into a week-long college fling in Cleveland and we did it in the back of his sister's station wagon. I had to take seven showers afterwards, and I can't even remember his last name." He continued kissing, stroking my hair gently.
"I'm sorry, Em. Making love should be special. And that's what I want to make this for us." He looked up, staring me right in the eyes. "Unless you aren't ready." I pulled him closer.
"I just want this to be… nice, for you. God, Will, I'm ready. I want you. Bad." I tentatively wrapped my legs around his waist, knowing that my skirt was hiked up far above my thighs. He moaned quietly, pulling my moist lips close to his.
"Before we get too far into this…I should go grab a condom." I opened my eyes, blinking a few times.
"Oh… I, um, got a prescription a few weeks ago. Just in case. No accidents." I blushed, remembering my gynecologist of twelve years cheering and hugging me in celebration at my request for the Pill. She said it was about time already. He nodded, kissing gently.
"Okay. Just making sure." He was being immeasurably sweet. No man I'd ever been with had offered to run and get birth control; I'd either have to push away and insist, or if I wasn't exactly in my senses I suppose I got very lucky.
I wrapped myself tightly to him, trying as hard as I could to show him just how much I wanted him. I think it worked, because he groaned and murmured incomprehensible things in between hot kisses. I found myself unzipping my skirt and shimmying it down my legs, kicking it off onto the floor. He grabbed the back of my thigh, pulling me tighter to him, just holding onto whatever part he could reach. I clung to him, keeping him close: because I knew now that I had him I would never let go.
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out, I breathe in
His hands were simply everywhere, exploring. I shivered as the skimmed up my back, down my sides, cupping my breasts, sliding down my legs.
"You're so soft, Emma." I flushed, a trail of fire following his careful path. They paused when they reached the sensitive skin on my inner thigh; I closed my eyes and nodded furiously, wanting more than ever for him to find my most secret place. He kissed my neck and moved up, hand brushing the last lacy piece of cloth separating us. His fingers curled around the waistband and peeled them off, and I gasped as his knuckles grazed me, in that place that I've kept to myself for so long.
If I could walk on water,
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe,
I'd make you forget
I buried my neatly kept nails into his curly hair, his index finger gently rubbing. Even in my wildest fantasies, it was never this good. I was beginning to feel the type of sensation before only ever given to me by a little pink vibrator, stashed safely in my dresser. He didn't know exactly what I liked, but he was clearly a fast learner.
So come on get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire with a swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
Before I knew what was happening his hand was gone, and despite myself I whimpered, wanting desperately for him to continue. He put the hand in my hair, twisting into the red strands.
"Not yet." His voice was husky and deep, something entirely unprecedented and insanely desirable. I touched his smooth cheek, a nervous smile spreading across my lips. He returned it, a breathy chuckle following. A hand guided my leg to wrap tighter around his waist, and our hips brushed, pelvises pressing together. His entire body was touching me, something that had never happened with any other human. I loved it.
I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet, perfect things that you said
I knew he was at my entrance, ready when I was. He looked into my eyes, searching for permission.
"Please, Will," I murmured, kissing his neck gently. I felt him gently begin to push, sliding painstakingly into me. He paused, and I knew he was then completely inside of me; it was a new sort of feeling, something different than what I'd had before.
If I could walk on water,
I could tell you what's next
I could make you believe;
I'd make you forget
He leaned down and kissed my cheek before pulling out and diving back in, faster this time. I squeaked, a rhythm beginning that was making my toes curl and my body dance. I nodded rapidly, clutching his back for dear life. He put a hand on the mattress beneath me, pulling my hips up to meet his, and in turn I arched off of the bed, trying to allow him better access.
So come on get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
He murmured something incomprehensible, lips brushing my cheek.
"What?" It was more of a gasp than a word. I was starting to really understand how good he felt inside of me.
"You're so beautiful." His lips brushed my cheek as he said it, and I felt my heart swell with love.
"No… one has ever called me beautiful… while having sex," I managed to squeeze out between pants. He touched my breast, stroking the smooth skin gently.
"You're beautiful… you're beautiful…you're so beautiful…" He began a steady mantra, accenting each thrust. I moaned, his words damn near pushing me over the edge. The fire deep within me was growing, bound to light us aflame.
I miss the pull of your heart
I taste the sparks of your tongue
And I see angels and devils and God when you come one,
Hold on, hold on love
"Oh, Will!" My voice was a shrill gasp as pleasure consumed me, sheer bliss overtaking my entire body. He kissed my collarbone in earnest, his slight groan the only indication that he had arrived at the same place as me.
It's all wrong
It's all wrong,
It's all right 'cause everything
Works in your arms
My limbs turned strangely watery as I collapsed, still breathing heavily. A feeling of complete relaxation had taken over from the intense pleasure. I closed my eyes, a dreamy smile crossing my face.
Will rolled off of me, keeping a firm grip around my waist and pulling me with him. I opened my eyes to find myself on my side and face to face with him. He bumped his nose to mine.
"I love you."
My words had come out of nowhere, jabbing into the still air. They had yet to be spoken in our relationship, and I could tell he was a bit surprised.
"I love you." The phrase rolled lazily off his tongue, swirling with his breath to wrap us in a cocoon of warmth. I sighed in contentment, realizing that sleep was going to be arriving very soon. Lovemaking was much more exhausting when it was pleasurable.
He reached back and adjusted the sheets, pulling them up and over us. I snuggled in close to his warm chest. Our legs tangled familiarly, and with a final kiss to my head, we surrendered to sweet dreams.
I tried to make this as fluffy as I possibly could. Because first times in any coupling should be sweet and adorable. They have years to be steamy and nasty XD
97 more days until Glee… 97 more days until Glee… 97 more days until Glee…