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But it feels like we share more than that. We’re more than that. I feel everything more intensely when I’m with him. He’s not just the boy I’m in love with. He’s also my friend. My confidant. He makes me laugh and he brings me pleasure and gives me comfort.
I didn’t know it could be like this. Feel like this. I’ve read enough romance books in the last couple of years to have a sense of what a romantic relationship might be like, but in the books it all feels heightened. Unbelievable. No one can find a perfect love like what exists in books. That sort of thing is for fairy tales.
What Arch and I share feels like a fairy tale. Fantastical. Unbelievable.
The best thing I’ve ever experienced.
He tugs my sweater off, tossing it on the floor before he picks me up and carries me over to the bed, carefully depositing me onto the mattress versus dropping me like he did last time. Something has shifted in the air between us. This moment we’re about to share feels serious and that leaves me more jittery than normal.
But he calms my nerves, joining me on the bed and slowly undressing me. Everywhere his hands touch, his mouth follows, delivering sweet kisses on each newly exposed piece of skin. I close my eyes, lost in the sensations only Arch’s lips and hands can give me, lifting up when he tugs my skirt around so he can unbutton it. He slips it off, murmuring, “Unbutton your shirt for me, Daze,” in this deep, sexy voice that has me automatically reaching for the front of my shirt.
I undo the buttons with shaky fingers, a trembling exhale leaving me when he takes over, removing the shirt from my body. I reach for him, eagerly trying to shove his shirt off of his shoulders and he shrugs out of it, tossing the fabric aside.
Soon we’re both naked, getting tangled up in each other, our mouths fused. He rolls me underneath him, his big body covering me as he rocks his erection against my throbbing center and I spread my legs wider, wanting more.
Needing more.
He continues teasing me, the head of his erection brushing against my wet flesh as he thrusts his hips. Like he’s already trying to slip inside of me. I tense up when I feel just the head broach my entrance, my hands going to his broad shoulders, holding him off.
“Relax,” he whispers against my lips and I nod, wishing it was that easy. I want him, but I’m also scared. It’s going to hurt. I know it is.
He continues kissing me, his mouth insistent. Needy. I slowly relax with every sweep of his tongue, losing myself, my earlier nerves dissipating.
“I have condoms,” he tells me at one point and I can’t help but smile.
“Condoms? Plural? Are you hoping for more than once tonight?” I tease.
“Always,” he says with a chuckle, kissing me deep.
He breaks away from my lips to kiss me everywhere. My shoulders and chest and breasts and stomach, his mouth lingering on the best parts, his hot tongue bathing my skin. I’m shaking from his attention, anticipation curling through my blood when he shifts lower, his mouth blazing a trail all over my stomach.
Cracking my eyes open, I watch, entranced by the sight of him kissing my body, his gaze lifting, meeting mine. We stare at each other as he licks at the sensitive skin just above my pubic hair and I swear my entire body throbs from the look on his face.
In his eyes.
I squirm when he slips even lower, his shoulders parting my legs. He spreads me wide open, palms braced on the inside of my thighs as he studies me there for a moment, making me sling my arm over my eyes, unable to take it anymore.
He’s torturing me. As if he’s getting off on driving me out of my mind with lust and I suppose he is. He has more experience, is always much more patient and in control compared to me, and when he finally licks me between my thighs, his tongue teasing my entry, testing me, I cry out, unable to help myself.
“You taste so good,” he tells me in between hot flickers of his tongue against my clit. “Look at me, Daze.”
I drop my arm to my side and open my eyes, caught up in the intensity of his gaze, unable to look away. His mouth on my flesh, his own eyes falling closed as if he’s completely enraptured with me, his lips closing around my clit. Sucking.
It’s too much. Not enough. I shudder and shake beneath him when I come seconds later, the orgasm sweeping over me, leaving me a moaning mess.
“I think you’re ready,” he murmurs against my still throbbing flesh, shifting up the length of my body to press his lips to mine before he leans over me, yanking open the drawer in his nightstand and reaching inside.
He pulls out a condom and I watch with blatant curiosity as he shifts into a kneeling position, his erection thrusting outward as he tears open the condom wrapper before rolling it on. When he catches me staring, he gives himself a stroke and I nearly pass out from wanting to watch him do that again.
Would he want to do that? Masturbate in front of me? I suppose he would, only if I did it in front of him, and I don’t know…
I think I’m a little too shy for that.
“You look scared,” he observes.
“I’m just…” I shake my head, trying to find the words. “A little overwhelmed, but not too scared to go through with this.”
“Yeah? Good.” He crawls back on top of me, kissing me soundly, his lips and tongue helping me forget any fear that still lingers within me. The more he kisses and touches me, the more I want him and when he rocks his hips, his cock nudging against me once more, this time I arch against him, feeling hollow. Needing him to fill me.
