Page 47 of Things I Read About
He looks at me for a second before he crashes back down. His mouth inhales mine, owns it. His hands are everywhere, squeezing, pulling.
I’ve never been kissed like this.
He’s desperate, crazy, like he may never get to kiss me again, and he wants to imprint himself on my memory forever. Tears gather in my eyes when I realize that’s our reality, but I forget it all when I feel his fingers hook into my panties.
He pulls them down and I lift, helping to slide them down. He slips them off my feet and then glides his fingertips back up my right leg. He watches me as his hand moves, and without conscious effort my legs fall open for him. He grins and I’m about to grin back but then his hand is on me. In me.
I close my eyes and cry out.
“Yes, baby,” he whispers. His forehead is on mine, I think.
I
I can’t
I don’t…
I’ve never…
“Nate!” I yell his name as the orgasm rips through me suddenly. I don’t know how many minutes that took but I’m guessing it wasn’t very many.
He kisses his name from my lips, groaning and working me slowly with his fingers, drawing the sensations out. When he pulls away his boxers are off and he’s got a condom in his hand. I look and…CRAP!
He’s huge. I don’t know why I didn’t expect that. His tattoos go right down toit,like my fetish come to life. I know my face is red and my eyes are wide.
“Hey, we don’t have to do this. Are you absolutely sure?”
I hesitate. I am not technically a virgin; I just am not sure the two minutes of awkward fumbling I had with Ian in his car after orchestra rehearsal actually counts as sex.
“I…” I start, but I’m too late, he’s put the condom away. I’m extremely disappointed, but relieved, too. I don’t know how to do this. And if I do, if I have my first real intercourse experience with him, can I just walk away in two days and never see him again?
“Sally,” Nate says, barely touching the tip of his nose over mine. “Come back from your spiral, baby.”
“I’m sorry, I—”
“Shh. Don’t be sorry. Lay still for a second, don’t move,” he says.
I frown, wondering what he’s doing.
He sits back on his haunches, displaying that he is still very turned on. My mouth waters at the sight. His giant, painted arm muscles flex as he reaches to grab a pillows from the couch. He slips it under my head.
Up on his knees, he towers over me. He looks me over, from my mouth to my toes and back up.
“You are incredible, Sally. So beautiful.”
I bite my lip and try not to giggle. I’ve never had a guy look at me this way or talk to me like this.
“Same,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “Thank you. He grabs a hold of himself. “Now, I want to watch you.”
“W-what?”
He takes my right hand and guides it to my center. Then he lifts his chin, telling me to get started. As I do, he does too.
I can’t look away. Neither can he. It’s… electric. I’m a live wire. I have to slow myself down or else I’ll be finished in about ten seconds and I’m guessing he can last a long time.
I stare at the muscles wrapped around his forearm, in awe of how they move up and down. I can’t believe this is real. In fact, I’ve read this before. And I remember what the girl in the book did.
