CHAPTER 6: Third Course
Sherlock averted his eyes as she disrobed. He nodded when she was done and headed for the exit. They walked back in silence, not knowing what to say in the reality of another location. He opened the door for them, letting her in first. A heavy, awkward tension descended like a London fog. Each aware of just how naked they were under their towles.
Irene walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs carefully. She looked up at him, wanting to say something but unsure what. Her eyes raked over him.
"Would you... like the shower first?" He asked, shyly, looking anywhere but her almost naked form.
She nodded. "I'll go now." She smiled and walked over to the door of the bathroom, knowing he was watching her, she dropped her towel with a grin before stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door.
He rolled his eyes at her obvious move. He crossed to the bed and threw himself onto it. He squeezed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, sighing. Too much had started to unfold, he needed to regain control.
She shut the door and closed her eyes. She had let herself get carried away at the pool, had actually enjoyed herself. She had to remember the plan. She thought about this as she turned the water on and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run over her body.
He sat up, and ran a hand through his hair, wondering how much longer she'd be. He walked over the the window and looked out. His thoughts ran over the events of the previous hours. He couldn't believe he had come so...undone...before her. She made him comfortable in a way he was not even with himself. He had actually enjoyed himself this afternoon. Something that he had not experienced for a while. Enjoyment. He groaned inwardly. How was he supposed to forget all of this...all of her...He slammed his hand on the windowsill, angry and frustrated that he had started to care...again.
She stepped out of the shower and dried herself, refusing to entertain any thought or feeling that the afternoon had risen. She was just convincing him that he needed her, that's all. She told herself as she wrapped one of the hotel robes loosely around herself and stepped out of the bathroom with a smile.
He turned around as she stepped into the room.
"Done?" He asked, matter-of-factly.
"Yep." She murmured, sitting down on the bed.
"I'll just be a minute." He muttered, crossing to the bathroom and getting in the shower.
She lay back on the bed, unable to contain the thoughts in her head. She could feel herself start to care about him again which was not good, she was supposed to be handing him over, possibly to his death tomorrow. She closed her eyes. She had to get a grip.
He showered quickly, washing his hair and body before stepping out and grabbing a robe. He put it on, adjusted his wet hair and walked out to the bedroom.
He eyed her, catching her looking out the window. She looked pensive; troubled even.
"Everything alright?" He asked slowly.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. God, he looked good. She nodded slowly. "I'm fine." She decided to lie to hide her true feelings. "Just a little worried."
He sat on the other side of the bed, his back to her.
"About your safety, I'm assuming?"
"And yours." She said quietly, this at least was true.
He frowned, "Don't waste your energy on me, Miss Adler. I can take care of myself. Though I appreciate your...sentiment." He smiled to himself; a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
She glanced up at him with a frown, ignoring his comment. "Well, I'm not going to waste time worrying about my own life. Bit late for that."
He turned to look at her. "Don't talk like that." He snapped, his mood darkening.
Her frown deepened and she sat up to look at him. "Why not? What did I say?"
"I would appreciate it if you did not talk like you were already dead." He said lowly, turning away from her.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "I apologise. I just don't see the point in worrying about my life, that's all." She shrugged.
He turned around quickly, her words infuriating him. "What do you mean by that?" He hissed.
"Well, it's not like I'm leaving much behind." She said quietly, the truth of her words sinking in. She refused to dwell. This was merely a disguise. That's all. She remembered what she had told Sherlock, 'No matter how hard you try, a disguise is always a self-portrait.'
"And what's that supposed to mean?" He asked, his face darkening.
"I mean what I said. Apart from my wealth, what do I really have?" She was speaking to herself, thinking aloud. "The best thing in my life is a man that once beat me. Not exactly a great life." She paused, realising what she had admitted.
He searched her eyes, her words hitting him in the heart. Without realising he was reaching his hand out and covering it with hers. "Miss-Iren..." He halted, pulling his hand back quickly and turning away.
Irene gulped, looking up at him. That had almost been... a moment. She disregarded it almost immediately. No, that was dangerous. She couldn't think like that.
He swallowed, his back still to hers.
"You-you have everything to live for." He whispered, more to himself than her.
She closed her eyes, she wanted to believe him, she really did. But the more she thought about it, the more she realised. No she did not. "Really? It sure doesn't seem that way." She whispered back.
"What exactly is...missing from your life?" He asked slowly, afraid of the answer.
"Something worth fighting for." She breathed, keeping her eyes shut. Hoping he hadn't heard.
"Such as?" He prompted, turning to look at her.
She shook her head slightly. "Nothing. Ignore me. I'm just... being stupid."
"Tell me." He demanded.
She opened her eyes and looked into his. "No."
"It wasn't a question." He snapped.
"I am fully aware. However, you have no authority over me." She replied coolly.
"Miss Adler stop being dramatic and just bloody tell me." He said through gritted teeth.
"And you say, I am the dramatic one. Why does it matter so much?" She asked, seriously.
He paused a moment, debating whether to open up or stay closed. He decided to relent, the subject, being her very life.
"I simply cannot understand why you think a life such as yours worthless..." He trailed off.
She narrowed her eyes. "So you think it's worth something?"
He narrowed his eyes, "Yes." It was a simple reply but it held the weight of the world.
She searched his gaze for a moment. "Okay Sherlock, please tell me which part of my life is worth something, the part where I use sex to manipulate people, The part where I use my body to get money, the part where I push away anyone I've ever cared about?" Her voice started to shake. She was losing it. Why? Why now? Okay, she didn't have the best life, who did? She took what life dealt her and made the best she could out of it. But the more she focussed on it the more... empty, she realised it was. Superficial.
He gazed at her, transfixed by her misery and beauty, all at once. She was a wonderfully horrible paradox.
"You must care about someone.." He replied quietly.
"If I do, it's irrelevant." She muttered, ignoring his questions. "I break everything I touch, I push away anyone who cares about me. I hurt them." This was no longer a disguise.
"Well what about those who care about you? Did you ever think how they would feel if you just let yourself be killed. It's selfish. You're being selfish." He retorted bitterly.
"People don't care about me, Mr. Holmes. And if they did, then it's better for them to learn quickly how nothing good can come from it." She muttered, her eyes cast down.
"I disagree." He spat, without meaning to.
She glanced up at him. "Which part do you disagree with?"
"All of it." He muttered, wishing he could retract his previous statements.
Her eyes widened slightly. No, he couldn't. "I mean it. Nothing good can come from caring about me." She whispered.
"And if someone chose to ignore your warning? What then?" He dared to ask.
"Then they are far more stupid than they like to think." She said in a rush, hating the way this conversation was going.
He smirked ironically at her statement. "That will be a first." He mumbled to himself.
She closed her eyes and lay back down. Saying nothing.
A wave of anger and pain erupted in Sherlock's heart. He stood up quickly and headed for the door, unsure where or what he was going to do, especially in his current state of dress.
Irene opened her eyes and watched him. "It's fine. Go. You don't have to come back." She murmured, hoping he wouldn't. If he left, she wouldn't have to hand him over. She smiled slightly, look how selfless she was being.
He whipped around, glaring at her. "Well it certainly doesn't seem like you want me here!" He yelled.
She nodded at him. "I can see why you'd think that." She said quietly. "Look just go, really. Go back to hiding. I'll stay here, we don't have to see each other again." She said emotionlessly.
He let out a deep groan before slamming his fist against the wall-hard. "Do you really not give a flying fuck if I just walked out?" He screamed at her, shaking his swelling hand.
Her eyes widened. It was strange really, that he was the one shouting. She eyed him, never having seen him get so emotional. It wasn't right and in that moment, she worried about him. She had a glimpse into what it was like when Sherlock spiralled.
"Where on earth did you get that idea? I'm doing this for you. Obviously." She kept her voice calm.
He took a step forward, "How is this for me?!"
"I told you" She murmured. "I break everything I touch. I hurt people. I push away the people I care about." She stepped off the bed and walked over to the window. "Go. Please."
Without intending to he crossed over to her, grabbing her elbow and turning her around to face him.
"So do I, Miss Adler. We are one and the same. Don't you see!?" He cried, desperate and furious at the same time.
She closed her eyes, unable to bear this new emotional Sherlock. "Sherlock. I will give you one last chance, because I think that is all I can handle. Listen to me. Go, now. Forget about me. Move on. Live your life. Please." Her voice broke slightly on the please and she opened her eyes.
His face twitched in anger and heartbreak. He felt like he was falling, breaking. He searched her eyes for some sort of hope. Some sign that she was lying or didn't mean it.
"No." He said lowly.
She looked up at him, her heart tearing in two. "Then there's nothing more I can say." She murmured quietly. Hating the hurt on his face.
"I'm not going." He repeated. "We both know that's not what you want." He told her, lifting her chin up to look at him.
She searched his eyes. "Of course it's not what I want." She whispered. "It's what I want for you."
He looked at her. Unsure of what to say or do. "I really loathe you sometimes." He whispered.
She smiled slightly, "I know. I really loathe you sometimes too." She murmured back.
He paused, it was an exchange of sentiment. A word substituted for the word they really wanted to say. He looked down and back up at her eyes.
"Ask me to stay." He whispered, his heart splitting in two.
"Sherlock." She barely noticed when she used his first name anymore "I can't." She whispered, pain in her eyes.
He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her against him. His eyes pleaded with hers.
"Say it. Don't make me beg." He demanded. Barely audible.
She couldn't stand the look on his face. It literally hurt her, her heart ached. She reached up a hand and rested it on his cheek. "Stay. Please" She whispered. Hating herself for being so selfish.
Without thinking he ran his hands up her form, cupping her chin in both hands, pulling her face up and towards his, he searched her eyes for a moment, before crushing his lips to hers, kissing her with all the tenderness this world allowed.
She kissed him back, matching his tenderness, a single tear slipped down her cheek as a wave of emotions coursed through her. He made her life worth every moment.
He deepened the kiss, his heart swelling and breaking at the same time. It was too much. He had never felt so much, so...hard before. He broke away, wiping her tear away with his thumb.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to say no." He said, lowly, his ego unable to resist.
She rolled her eyes at him with a smile. "I'm not exactly known for my ability to say no." She smirked slightly.
"Only when he comes to me." He said lowly.
"Where as, your ability to say no to me is quite impressive." She smiled.
"I have much self control...however, you seem to be the one thing, the one woman, the one person, that can break it. Brava."
She laughed lightly. "That's because I am The woman. The woman." She smirked.
"And I am?" He prompted.
"The Virgin." She tilted her head to the side with a smile.
His eyes narrowed as her words fell. His face contorted, her words slicing him. He let go of her waist and stepped away, headed for the door.
She frowned at his reaction. "So, now you leave?" She said, teasingly. "Typical virgin, always desperate for that big exit when sex is brought up." She joked, trying to relieve the heavy tension their earlier conversation had created.
He stopped and turned towards her. "Is that really all you see me as?" He spat, "A 35-year-old virgin? To be pitied and dealt with? Made fun of?" He asked, the pain and hurt in his voice evident. It a subject that was more sore than most people realised; it had been festering like an open wound for some time now, and she had just put salt in it. He turned and continued to the door.
Her frown deepened and she walked over to him. "Of course that's not all I see you as." Her tone became more serious as she realised that something that had meant to be a joke to her, was taken completely differently by him. "And trust me, I don't pity you. I'm not even sure I'm capable of pity."
He closed his eyes. "Then what the hell do you see me as?" He said quietly.
"A man who up until recently thought himself incapable of love. A man who's lonely even if he won't admit it, even to himself." She said quietly.
He smirked sadly, "That's a rather unfortunate and unattractive portrait to have painted of me in your mind. Perhaps we shouldn't do this. It's clear now, you don't really want me. You just feel bad for the lonely, isolated Sherlock Holmes. I'll get my stuff and leave. I'm not about to be anyone's pity-case." He muttered, blinking back what felt like a...tear? and crossing to his things.
She frowned at his words, did he really see it that way. "You know, for someone with your level of intelligence, you can be so stupid. Do you really think that's all I see when I look at you? Do you not know me at all. Why the fuck would I be interested in someone out of pity? You know, maybe you should leave, you clearly have some twisted view of me."
He stopped and turned back to her, his eyebrows furrowing, "Well all you could say about me was that a was a pathetic, lonely, virgin who finally found his blood heart! Do you really think that's what a man wants to hear about him out of the woman he-loves? Even I need some reassurance once in awhile. As much as I am loath to admit it, I am human after all." He retorted, his rage fuming.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, did he just say he loved her?
"I'm sorry, what was that?" She whispered.
"Nothing." He spit, turning his back towards her once more.
She reached out a hand and rested it on his arm. "Sure didn't sound like nothing." She said, a little shakily.
"What does it matter?" He asked, exhausted and closing his eyes.
"It matters to me." She murmured.
"I find that hard to believe." He replied, turning to face her, his heart in his eyes.
She searched his eyes. "What do you mean by that?" She asked intently.
"I find it hard to believe that you actually care." He answered.
She smiled slightly. "A fair statement. However, I have been giving you clues since we got back from the pool."
"And how's that?" He scoffed, oblivious.
She rolled her eyes. "Did you honestly think I didn't want you to stay? I told you. I break everything I touch. Everyone I care about gets hurt. And I push away everyone that cares about me. They were kind of obvious. Why else would I want you to leave?"
He scanned her, trying to deduce anything, and failed, like always.
"And you don't think I feel the way with you? I do the same thing. You know that. And when were you ever one to be noble?" He asked, his rage mounting.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Since I decided that there were things more important than my own life." She spat at him.
"You certainly didn't seem to think so a few minutes ago!" He replied, stepping towards her.
"I'm pretty sure that I said my life was worth nothing. Implying that there are things more important." She hissed.
"I would appreciate it if you would have a little more respect for your life Miss Adler, because, believe it or not, to some people you are their world!" He took another step forward, his teeth gritted.
"Well then, they must have pretty shit lives, if I am their world." She spat at him, the distance quickly reducing between them.
"It's only shit when you're not in it! Don't confuse the two." He retorted, nostrils flaring.
She glared up at him. "Stop it. Do not say that. If you value my sanity. Do not continue with that thought."
"Your sanity? How does that affect your sanity?" He asked, slightly confused.
"It...your life is not shit. And I most certainly am not the best thing in it." She stuttered. "So... just... stop."
Sherlock grabbed Irene, crushing her body against his. He looked down, staring into her eyes, "It is shit. It's solid shit when you're not in it to torture me and hound me. I'm chronically bored without you. For fuck's sake woman, I faked my own death! I'd rather die than live without you. I promise you that. So for once in your life stop being difficult and listen and accept it!" He paused for a moment, letting everything he had just said, admitted, told her, to sink in. He then leaned down swiftly and crashed his lips to hers.
Her hands flew up to curl themselves in his hair as his words resonated through her. She felt every defense she had ever built tumble and crash down as their lips moved together. She pushed her body against his as much as she could.
He thrust his tongue in her mouth, exploring it fully as his hands gripped her hips, pulling them against his own. He broke away and searched her eye for words.
"I-I..love you." He whispered lowly, now knowing or wanting to say anything else.
Her heart broke at those simple words. The only words she ever wanted to hear. "I..I love you too." She whispered back.
He gave her a faint smile, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb.
"I know you do." He said smugly.
She rolled her eyes, "You can't have. I didn't know until today." She murmured.
"Please, Miss Adler. Do I need to recall your passcode again?" He asked knowingly.
"Sentiment and love are not the same. Also I tried to convince myself to hate you after that day." She admitted quietly.
He narrowed his eyes, "You loved me and you know it. Your body gave you away, as did your last text." He retorted, unable to resist a fight.
She glared up at him. "I told you, love and sentiment are not the same. I started to have feelings, I admit. But then after you saved me. My life fell apart and I told myself that it was your fault. And I convinced myself that I hated you." She started to shake a little, remembering the plan. Shit. The plan.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine, say what you will. I'll claim the same story." He hugged her to him.
"Fine." She said simply. Her mind somewhere else. You didn't just cancel a plan with Sebastian Moran. However, she could not just hand Sherlock over. She gripped him a bit tighter subconsciously.
He decided to relent, she seemed distant and far, he wanted-needed-her back with him. He brought his mouth to her ear, "I have always loved you, Miss Adler."
Her mind snapped back to the present, deciding to worry about Moran later. She closed her eyes and realised the truth. "I've always loved you too. I just... hated myself for it."
"Me too." He agreed. He held her for a moment, relishing in true happiness. "So, what now?" He asked lowly.
"Well, we have several options. Some delicate...some less so." She smirked, she didn't push it though, for once things were not just about sex.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I see...and what are the delicate?" He teased.
"Room service, watch crap telly?" She shrugged. "...I've run out of ideas." She smirked.
He nodded, "And the...indelicate?"
With a smirk, she leaned in close so that her lips brushed his. "Well that, you'll just have to figure out." She breathed.
His breath hitched as her lips whispered against his. His eyes darkened.
"I think I'd rather you show me." He murmured.
Her eyes glinted. "Well, if you're sure." She purred before sliding her hands down his chest and ripping open his robe. Her eyes ran down his body before returning to look into his, her own darkening.
He stared at her, arching an eyebrow.
"Someone's eager." He purred.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." She breathed.
Sherlock raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.
"Really? I was under the impression you weren't interested."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Do you always have to have such a smart mouth? Now is not the time." She purred, crushing her lips to his.
He smiled against her lips, unable to help himself. He wrapped his arms around her, but was frustrated by the fabric between them.
"Wait." He said, pulling back to take off her robe, tossing it to the floor.
"Much better, don't you think?"
She looked up at him with a smirk. "I'm going to have to agree with you on this one, Mr Holmes." She stepped forward so that their naked bodies were pressed together and pulled his head down to kiss him again.
His hands went to her hips as he pulled her against him. The contact of their naked bodies finally meeting was electric to say the least. He met her tongue, kissing her deeply. He ran his hands all over her body, unable to keep them in one spot, wanting to know and explore every part of her; memorize her.
Irene shivered slightly as she felt his hands all over her. One of her hands had somehow managed to curl itself in his hair without her noticing. She was stroked it. Her other hand was running across his chest, exploring the planes of muscle. She deepened the kiss, her breathing turning heavy with desire.
He moaned in her mouth as her hands raked through his hair. His blood was flowing south, at a steady speed and the friction between them was only helping. He grinded his hips against hers, running his right hand down to squeeze her arse.
She gasped slightly into his mouth as she felt his erection against her. "Someone's happy to see me." She breathed against his lips, increasing the pace of their kiss.
He attacked her lips, biting and sucking at them, awkward and clumsy but full of passion.
He felt his erection grow further and turned red, embarrassed. "Sor-sorry." He mumbled.
She smiled slightly. "This is nothing to be sorry about." She murmured before trailing her hand down his chest and stroking his erection.
His eyes widened as she gripped him, a slight moan escaping his lips.
"That feels..." He was at a loss for words.
Her smile widened. "I know, dear." She murmured before pressing her lips to his again, her fingers still wrapped around him.
He kissed her fully before removing her hand and picking her up to lay her on the bed.
"This seems more comfortable." He murmured, between butterfly kisses on her neck.
She closed her eyes with a smile, her fingers tracing patterns on his back. "You're full of bright ideas today, Mr Holmes." She murmured.
"I try." He answered, moving his mouth back to hers. He positioned his body so that it was on top of hers, placing himself down on her gently. He brought his leg between her thighs, he could feel her wetness already; he moaned at the contact.
A shiver ran through her as she felt his thigh. She moved her hands up his back, tracing patterns with her nails, slightly harder as her breathing went heavy again. She traced his lower lip with her tongue.
Sherlock groaned at her touch, his senses overloaded, and his arousal nearly paralysing. He grinded his hips against hers, His hands finding her breasts.
She gasped again and gently bit down on his lip as her back arched, leaning into his touch, her nails dug in deeper but not deep enough to hurt.
He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. He was insecure and unsure.
"I'm not sure...what do I..." He fumbled for words.
She smiled at him reassuringly. "Why don't you let me take the lead?" She rolled them over so that she was lying on top of him before trailing kisses down his jaw, neck and chest, slowly making her way down his body. She paused as she reached his groin, looking up at him, she placed her fingers around his erection and flicked her tongue across the tip.
His mouth fell as she licked him. "Ahh..." He moaned, unable to form words. "Wha-what are you doing?" He finally got out.
She smirked at him. She had rendered the great Sherlock Holmes speechless, momentarily. "Take a wild guess." She purred before bending down putting her mouth around him, taking in his entire length as her tongue ran along the underside. She sucked gently.
"Jesus.." He exhaled, closing his eyes. His body was under assault, a magnificent, pleasurable assault that he had never experienced. 'God, who could want coke when you could have her,' he thought with a wry smile.
She would have smirked at him if her mouth had not been quite so occupied in that moment. She slowly started to move her mouth, her head bobbing slightly as she sucked harder.
He arched his hips up, wanting more contact. He could feel a warm, tingling sensation move across his body, "Oh, God Miss Adler.." He moaned.
She stopped her movements and gently eased him out of her mouth, she looked him in the eye and licked her lips seductively. "I thought you might like that." she purred.
He frowned at the lost of contact, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Tease." He accused.
"You love it." She winked at him. "Can't let you have all the fun now, can we?" She whispered with a smirk.
"No, we can't." He replied, swiftly rolling her on her back and pinning her down.
"Two can play that game." He said lowly, kissing her collarbone and breasts, working his way down.
She closed her eyes as his mouth left trails of fire across her body.
Sherlock kissed and lick between her chest and down to her navel, glancing up at her every so often. He made his way to her hip bones, biting at them gently. He then moved to her lower abdomen, and her inner thighs, licking down to her knee.
Irene subconsciously spread her legs as she bit down on her lip. Her body had become hypersensitive and she relished the feel of his tongue on her thigh. Her breathing became heavy.
He smirked against her skin as he kissed her thigh, moving up to her centre. He paused, hovering over her mound, his breath hitting it softly. He glanced up at her, grinning slyly.
She glanced down at him with dark eyes. "And you say I'm the tease" She breathed.
He smirked before bringing his lips to hers. He darted his tongue over her clit, lightly, increasing with speed. He brought his right hand up and inserted a finger in her easily; she was soaking.
She gasped at the contact before moaning loudly. Tiny ripples of pleasure spreading through her. She reached out her hands and threaded her fingers through his curls. "Oh.. God..." She moaned.
He smiled as he continued to pleasure her, his tongue tracing circles around her nub as he inserted another finger in her.
She moaned again as she gently pulled his hair, stroking it. Her back started to arch as the pleasure mounted.
He gave her clit one last lick before pulling back and removing his fingers from her. He sat up and gazed at her.
"You taste divine." He murmured, licking his fingers.
"Good to know." She breathed, gazing up at him with slightly wide eyes, a little shocked and extremely turned on by his actions.
He smirked, "What? Surprised?"
"Yes, actually" She admitted. "Happily so." She smirked.
"I'm glad." He smiled, coming up to kiss her.
"I think I'm ready..." He whispered.
She brought his lips down to hers and kissed him. "I think you are too." She breathed.
He positioned himself over her, bringing his cock to her entrance, he pushed into slightly, gasping at her tightness and warmth.
She gasped as she felt him enter her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, the feeling was intense.
He pushed himself in further, not wanting to hurt her, though she was extremely wet, she was also extremely tight, and he, fairly large. He closed his eyes as he slid all the way in, opening her as their pelvis' met.
She moaned softly as he pushed himself into her completely. The feeling sharp but not painful. She gazed into his eyes, her own dark.
"Okay?" He asked softly.
She nodded and brought his face down to hers as she crushed her lips to his, the kiss full of desperate desire.
He kissed her hungrily as he began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of her. The pleasure was almost too much.
She moaned into his mouth as her nails raked across his back. She bit down on his lip gently.
He increased his speed, his own pleasure mounting as he did so. She was so wet and tight and felt incredible wrapped about him. He wanted to stay in her forever
Her back arched as he increased speed and she bit down harder on his lip. He felt incredible, better than she ever could have imagined.
He pumped fast, his fingers digging into her shoulders slightly. He could feel his climax begin to reach its breaking point. He moaned..
"I'm...I'm close." He stuttered.
She moaned as she could feel her own climax pooling in her abdomen. "Go... Go for it." She breathed.
He nodded, or tried to, as he sped up his pace. He thrusted with all his might and before he knew it, a wave of sensation and pleasure washed over him, like a wave crashing on the shore. He bucked as he came in her, unable to control his body.
Irene moaned loudly as she hit her own climax. Her body pulsed and shattered as the feeling rippled across her body. Her back arched upwards before she slumped back down onto the bed. Breathless.
He fell on top of her, breath heaving and heart racing as he came back down to earth. He took a moment before carefully pulling out of her and rolling over to stare up at the ceiling. His head was reeling.
When she remembered how to form coherent thoughts, she rolled onto her front and looked across at him. "So.. how was it? You're first time." She smirked, still a little breathless.
He glanced at her slowly, his mind still foggy and his breath still wavering.
"I..it..Fuck." He finally replied.
She grinned, "My sentiments exactly." She rested her head on the pillow and closed her eyes, filled with a happy glow.
"So...I was...alright then?" He asked cautiously.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him, she didn't make a joke, knowing that he needed to be reassured. "Better than alright." She murmured. "And I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true."
A small smile spread across his face. "Same to you." He teased.
"Well, thanks." She grinned.
Without warning he pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her head lightly.
"I love you." He whispered.
She smiled at his action. "I love you too." She whispered back, meaning every word.