Page 73 of Sweet Hate
We wrestle all the time, but he’s never gotten hard before. Not that I’ve noticed.
Does he want to know what it would have felt like if we hadn’t been interrupted too?
I know we’re both virgins because we’ve talked about it before, wondering which of us would lose our virginity first. I really don’t want to leave for London an eighteen year old virgin. And now, after last week, I don’t think I want anyone but him to be my first.
It’s all I’ve been able to think about.
“It’s OK, Axel. Don’t worry about it.”
I snag his hand, pulling him back till we’re lying face to face. He studies me before his eyes meet mine.
Brushing the white lock of hair off his forehead, I hold his gaze.
One of us has to be brave, right?
“I don’t mind. It felt, um…nice.”
A little crooked smile appears on his face, and he reaches out to stroke my hair.
“You’re so beautiful, Sprinks.” His words are quiet while he toys with one of my curls.
My breath hitches at the sincerity in his gaze. It’s not the first time he’s told me I’m beautiful, but this time it hits different.
Deeper.
I shuffle closer and hug him, his nose burying itself in my neck. His racing heart pounds against the palm I press on his chest. Meeting his gaze, I see the same fire flare in his eyes—the one from the closet.
I think he wants this too.
I’m going to do it. The idea terrifies me, and if it was anyone else, there’s no way I’d do this. But it’s Axel. He’s safe. He’s my best friend. I trust him not to hurt me.
“Axel, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Anything, Sprinks. You can ask me anything.”
I have his undivided attention now. Sitting up, I take a deepbreath and watch him sit up too, a nervous expression flitting over his face.
“I don’t want to go to London still holding my V-card. Do you think you could…um…would you want to…uhhh…will you have sex with me?” I blurt out in a rush.
Axel’s eyes widen comically before he starts to nod and…wow, doesn’t stop.
Before I can say anything else, he surges forward, holds my face in his hands, and presses his lips to mine.
We kiss frantically, and it’s like we’re back in the dark. His hands sink into my hair as he presses butterfly kisses on my face and down my neck.
“Yes, Sprinks. I want you to be my first too. Whenever you’re ready.”
Excitement courses through me. He does want it. I can’t think of anything more perfect than trusting him with my virginity. He’s my best friend in the world, there’s no one I trust more.
“Could we maybe…try stuff now?” My voice comes out quiet, struck shy all of a sudden.
“Now? Are you sure?”
I nod as I bite my lip. It seems like the perfect time since his parents will still be at work for ages. His face lights up in a wide smile, his thumb stroking my lip, before he tugs it free and kisses me again. I giggle nervously as he pulls back and strips his clothes off in record time.
Following suit, I strip down to my bra and panties and sit back on the bed.
“Holy shit. I can see your tits through that, Sprinks. You are hotter than I ever imagined.”
