Nigel awoke early the next morning, and he was pleased to see Alexis had not arisen before him. She was still there, lying on the floor beside him, eyes closed in contentment. He watched her chest rise and fall gently as she slept on, and her eyelashes tickle her rosy cheeks. He shut his eyes again, and listened to the muted city outside, the rhythmic beating of Alexis's heart.

And then, without any warning at all, Alexis's hand moved down from Nigel's chest. It lingered at the waistband of his jeans for a moment, and then slowly, nervously, ventured farther down.

Nigel's eyes shot open, and he turned his head to gaze into the now open eyes of the woman lying beside him. His heartbeat began to race as her fingers reached beneath his boxers, and he immediately took her up in his arms. He lifted her up onto her knees, mirrored her pose, and planted his lips on hers.

They remained vertical for only a few moments as they began to undress, pulling each other's layers off in turn. Nigel peeled off Alexis's blouse, and then her camisole, leaving her only in a plain black bra; Alexis lifted Nigel's t-shirt and jumper off in one go, leaving his pale torso fully exposed. Their lips left the other's for as little time as possible.

His tongue graze Alexis's lower lip, and she opened her mouth. They met in a fury of passion as he lifted her off her knees, and set her back against the floor. Her hands, having left his jeans, were wrapped tightly around his neck, and began again exploring his torso, running across his flat stomach, and pressing her nails into his spine. When she stopped on his neck, she gently pushed him down towards her neck, and breasts, lifting her torso to meet his lips. He did so, obligingly, and he began chewing on her collarbone, running his fingers sensually across her stomach, along the base of her brazier, and underneath. He dove deeper, and began leaving trails of kisses down her chest. She cried out when his lips finally met the soft skin surrounding her hardened nipple. He felt her nails run deeper into the skin of his back, and he continued sucking until he heard her scream his name.

They explored each other's bodies, kissing and sucking until Alexis reached for the button on Nigel's jeans. He froze for a moment, but then relented when she murmured, 'I'm ready, love.'

He didn't need telling twice; the surety in her voice was enough to convince him. He slowed down, kissed down to her navel, unbuttoned her slacks, and shimmied them down, along with her lacy black underwear. She kicked them off, and was left in nothing but a silver heart-shaped pendant.

She looked up at him hungrily, and he gazed down at her tanned, beautiful body, flushed pink with lust. How he could have ever thought 'skinny' was more attractive he didn't know. The way her body curved softly beneath him, how her feminine figure fit so well in his hands, he couldn't imagine anything more beautiful.

He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down slowly, but before he threw them away, reached into his back pocket and pulled a condom out of his wallet.

Those boy scouts sure were right about something.

As he rested his knees on either side of Alexis's hips, he ran his finger along her cheek and kissed her softly, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time.

And when she cried out in pain and ecstasy as she finally lost her virginity to the man she loved, her hand was in his the entire time.