A Year to Remember(43)

“Everything smells really good. Including you,” I flirted as I gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“Do you have a movie in mind?”

Actually, I hoped we’d never get to the movie, but he obviously had other ideas.

“Why don’t we get a couple of forks and eat out of the containers on the couch,” I suggested. He didn’t seem to like my idea, but he agreed to it anyway.

We settled on watching the last Harry Potter movie even though both of us had already seen it. I didn’t want him focusing on the movie and if he hadn’t seen it, he’d want to watch the whole thing without interruption. I planned on a major interruption.

I thought it would be romantic to eat out of the containers and attempted to feed him bites of the dishes. Instead of romantic, it was really, really messy. We got pieces of rice stuck to the couch and noodles fell on the floor. As we drank the wine, we cared less and less about the state of my condo and more and more about each other.

It started with me moving into him so our thighs touched. Then I rubbed my naked foot up his calf and under his pants. Even though he kept his eyes on the film, his breathing grew deeper and faster, indicating his arousal. He took my hand and brushed his thumb over it, drawing circles with his fingertips. Just that innocent touch made me ache for more.

The movie now forgotten, Caleb and I began kissing. His hand found its way under my shirt as he caressed my breast over my bra, the first time we had gotten to second base since we had started dating.

I pulled out of the kiss. “Do you want to move to the bedroom?”

“Are you sure you’re ready? I’ll understand if you want to wait.” He touched my cheek with the back of his hand.

I shook my head. “No more waiting. I want this. I want to make love with you.”

He smiled, then gathered me in his arms as we stood from the couch. We kissed all the way to my bedroom, where we fell on the bed and laughed.

I couldn’t help but think I would always remember this moment. The first time the man I would spend the rest of my life with and I made love.

Maybe I put too much pressure on myself or had too high of expectations. Whatever it was, it didn’t quite turn out the way I had planned.

Caleb and I removed our shirts first. I left my lacy red bra on for him to unclasp. But he didn’t. Instead, he lifted it, so my breasts spilled out. It could have been sexy, but it wasn’t. It came off as lazy. Plus, the bra started digging into my back. I sat up to unhook it myself while he waited.

With full access, he had no idea what to do with them. He kneaded my breasts like he was rolling out dough to make bread and squeezed them hard. He finally touched my nipples, only to tweak them between his thumb and forefinger. The more he touched me, the less I wanted his touch. I tried to show him what I wanted, taking his hand and mimicking the way I enjoy to be touched, but after a few seconds, he reverted back to his old way.

Trying to save our experience, I decided to be bold and asked him to take my nipples in his mouth. He obliged me by flicking his tongue over each nipple once and then biting it. Then he took my hand and put it down his pants. Apparently, he had taken my nipple request as the right to demand his desires. His eyes practically rolled back in his head as he told me to grip his cock harder.

He took off his pants and asked me for a condom. I almost took the opportunity to stop, to lie and tell him I didn’t have a condom. But I just couldn’t do it. Instead, I gave him a condom from my nightstand drawer and took off my own pants. He stared at my naked body while he put his condom on.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

He got on top of me. His hand dipped down to find entrance and he shoved his fingers inside of me. I spread myself open to him and he put himself inside of me. I didn’t feel any difference between his finger and his penis. I hadn’t gotten a good peek at him, but I gathered Caleb was a bit on the small side. He thrust in and out about five times before his body started shaking like he was having an epileptic seizure and he loudly groaned. He rolled off of me, and I wanted to run out of the room in horror.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing,” he said, trying to catch his breath. The guy ran every day, but five thrusts and he was out of breath.

“Mmm...” I replied, not knowing what to say.



“Was it good for you?”

“I didn’t come.” That should have been obvious to him.

“Most women don’t come during sex. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m not ashamed!” Sexually unsatisfied perhaps, but definitely not ashamed.

“You know there are other ways to give a girl an orgasm,” I hinted.