I rolled my eyes, needing another reaction to replace the lust I was feeling, and moved down to lay next to him. The TV was on the left side of the bed against the wall. As we lay, my back faced his front as though we were spooning. But not. We weren’t touching though I was hyper-aware of every move he made.
“Can you see?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.
He smiled again. “Yeah, I can see.”
I smiled warmly at him then returned to the movie. Everything was going great …
And then it happened.
Harry was dancing at some ball, and the moment the scene changed to crazy punk dancing, Seth’s hand went to my hip. Over the years, we’d touched plenty of times, so I thought he was just resting his arm on me, but that thought quickly changed when Seth’s hand started to move up my side. My body tensed. Was this really happening?
Turning to look over my shoulder, my gaze met his, and I saw the heat in his eyes. They were like sparkling emeralds tempting me to steal them. I turned on my back as Seth leaned forward. No words were spoken as my heart stopped beating in my chest. This was totally happening. Or I could be dreaming.
If that were the case, I didn’t want to wake up.
The moment our lips touched, everything I’d ever wanted didn’t matter anymore. I no longer cared that I didn’t get a pony when I was five, or that my brother got to stay out past curfew and I was never allowed. Nothing mattered except the feel of Seth’s lips on mine.
He moved over me, pressing his lips harder against mine and opening slightly. I followed, my mouth parting, and then I knew I wasn’t dreaming. The feel of his tongue in my mouth was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was like driving a jet ski across the ocean in Hawaii: paradise and excitement rolled into one. It was nothing like my first boyfriend. It was better. So much better.
We kissed for a long time. I didn’t know how long, but Harry and his friends were no longer at the ball. I wasn’t even sure if the movie was still playing, and I didn’t care because the kiss turned into more.
So much more.
Seth’s hand skated up my hip and under my T-shirt. When his palm met my bare breast, he groaned in my mouth. I was no longer feeling butterflies in my stomach, but another feeling I’d only experienced by myself. Between my legs dampened, and my thighs had a mind of their own as they parted, allowing Seth to move between them. My back arched slightly as he lightly pinched my nipple.Good Lord, this is amazing.
Then it turned into evenmore.
I could feel the hardness of him grinding against my center. Heat spread through my body as our pelvises worked in sync with each other. We were both wearing thin pants that did nothing to cause any sort of barrier. It was all hard against soft and fantastic. Seth would groan, I would moan, and then he finally broke our lips apart. He gazed into my eyes, and we still didn’t utter a word. We’d been friends for so long that words weren’t needed. We both knew we wanted more.
And that was what happened.
I thought Seth looked good shirtless, but I was wrong. So wrong. All of him was perfect. He was perfect.
When I’d thought about losing my virginity, I’d always pictured candles lit, soft music playing in the background and maybe even the sun setting in the distance. I never thought it would be the blue glow of the TV cascading around our naked bodies as sorcery spells were cast in the background. But this felt right. It was as though all those years of picking on each other were some sort of foreplay. In the kisses we shared—the touches—the friction our bodies were creating was as though we were channeling every pent up emotion we’d kept hidden.
Seth broke his mouth from mine again and stared down at me. Again nothing was said, only a little nod on my part, and then he reached over to the nightstand. If I were in a sound mind, I’d have realized that he kept condoms in his drawer for nights like this and not just with me, but all I could process wasitwas finally happening with the one guy who had always been there for me. The one who would stick up for me when some dick wad whistled like I was a piece of meat. The guy who wanted to do background checks on future boyfriends so he could make sure they were right for me.
You know what they call that?
Love.
I was in love with this man. He was so much more than my best friend. He was my future. The one guy I could spend hours with and never tire—the guy who Iwantedto spend hours with. The guy who stole my heart the summer I was twelve. I realized, at that moment, that I’d loved him for the past six years because he was Seth.
MySeth.
I watched as he sheathed himself with the condom and then looked down between my legs. He licked his lips and then returned his gaze to mine. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Kitty Cat. Are you sure?”
I swallowed. I was completely sure. “Yes, but I’ve never—”
“I know,” he cut me off. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate. I’d trusted him since day one.
He returned his lips to mine, and as our tongues twirled around each other in a slow rhythm, Seth eased into me. I gasped into his mouth as the pressure built and he stretched me, but he didn’t let our mouths part, allowing me to focus on his mouth and not on the pain between my legs. I never thought pain would feel wonderful, but this man was the source and the cure.
My body adjusted to him and then our hips were in rhythm with each other too. Thrust after thrust, sweat coated my body, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the feeling I’d only ever given myself. A part of me couldn’t believe that I’d just lost my virginity. Another part of me always knew that Seth would be the one.
His pace quickened, and then it happened. I came, my body bowing in. Seth swallowed my cries of ecstasy, and then he jolted, coming not far behind me as he kissed me for a few seconds more.
