Gage finally made the first move. His actions were deliberate, but he was going for it. He cupped my face, taking the soap out of my hand, placing it down, and then pulling my lips to his and kissing me fiercely.
I drowned in his touch, my body sinking against his firm upper half. He swallowed my moans and his tongue ran over and slipped beneath mine. His panting increased, his whole body turned rigid. He then picked me up and I had no problem wrapping my legs around him. My back pressed against the cool shower wall, but our lips never parted.
Groaning, his head moved down and he licked the droplets off my neck. He kissed and sucked on me tenderly, his arousal digging into me. He was so close to my entrance that it frightened me yet turned me on at the same time. I wanted it more than I realized. My body was yearning, craving for him to just take me there. There’d been so much sexual tension between us that it was starting to kill me. It wasn’t my fault, either. It was always Gage. He always held off whenever we would get too close to having sex. He was the one who always pulled away, knowing I wouldn’t mind it. I would never question it and he would never explain it. Instead, he would do something else like take me out, eat me out, or cuddle with me until I would stop thinking about it.
This time I felt more than ready for it and he had no excuse.
“Gage… please,” I begged into his ear, my voice raspy.
He tensed, his whole body stilling against mine. He pulled back a little, his lips leaving my neck so he could get a look into my eyes. I spotted the uneasiness behind them. What was so wrong with taking my virginity? Why was he feeling so guilty about it? We had to get it over with anyway. Why not hurry and do it?
“Eliza…” He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
His head lowered shamefully. Water splattered on us, some catching on his long eyelashes that were touching his cheekbones. “Is this really what you want? For me to take it?”
I nodded quickly. I couldn’t think of anyone else I wanted to have it. “You told me to wait for the right time, Gage.” I kissed his cheek and then cupped his jawline, lifting his head to meet his eyes. “This feels like the right time.”
He stared into my eyes briefly. His were wide, taken off guard for just a moment, but then he grunted and moved in rapidly, his lips crushing mine as he turned around. His hand left my waist to shut off the water and he slid the shower door open, stepping out with me still bound around him. He stumbled toward the bedroom and luckily we didn’t slip and fall on the bathroom floor because we were dripping wet.
His bed came into view and he laid me down. The lights were off, but the moon filtered in from the window above us. With the bus in motion, it made my head swim a little bit more. From the moonlight, Gage’s features turned harder than steel. He slid me toward the top of the bed, and I rested my head on the pillows that smelled just like him.
He swallowed noisily, staring at me as I lay naked before him. I was slightly embarrassed, but with the alcohol still penetrating through my system, I couldn’t look away. I didn’t care, especially as he moved up, dividing my legs with his knee. He breathed onto me and I shuddered delightfully from the warmth against my slick skin. He climbed between my legs, his lips hovering above mine. I swallowed slowly, staring into the pool of hazel drinking me in.
“I don’t wanna hurt you, Eliza,” Gage whispered.
I craned my arms around his neck, refusing him to move away. “You won’t, Gage. I know hurting me isn’t your intention.”
He blinked quickly, still looking into my eyes. He didn’t speak again. Instead, he devoured my lips and glided his tongue into my mouth. His hands snuck down to my waist and his cock pressed even harder against me. I moaned into his mouth, ready for him to just take me. One of his hands left my waist to reach into the nightstand beside his bed. I didn’t open my eyes. I was too indulged in the kiss. He was multitasking and, damn it, he was good at it.
The crinkling of plastic filled the silence and Gage moved back a little, his lips leaving mine briefly as he looked down. When he was finished, he looked into my eyes and pulled my hips into his, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. “Are you sure?” he whispered, kissing my jawline. His kisses moved up to the lobe of my ear and I nodded as he throbbed against me. Apparently I wasn’t the only one ready. “I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he whispered.
I froze as he said that, realizing this was my virginity he was taking. He was about to deflower me and make me into a real woman. With that there was pain and I wasn’t too fond of pain. But, then again, I’d dealt with so much before that pain had become just a word to me. I’d overcome it all and this had to be nothing compared to what I’d gone through.
I nodded slowly, squeezing my arms around his neck. He stared down at me, his eyes concrete. As he stuck the tip inside me, I gasped and he paused. I shook my head at him, squeezing my arms around him tighter. “It’s okay,” I whispered.
“Are you sure? Am I… am I hurting you?”
“No.”
He took a deep, rigid breath and then placed his lips on mine to most likely calm me down and loosen me up. The tip pressed into my entrance again and I hissed through my teeth, my fingernails biting into his skin. I refused for him to stop again. It’s what I wanted it and I wanted to make it as unproblematic as possible for him, even if I was accepting all the pain.
I looked up slowly and he watched every emotion taking hold of my face. He slid into me some more, stretching me open, and I sucked in a breath through my teeth, biting my nails into his back once again. He didn’t wince, but he was about to stop. I shook my head at him. Even though he was large and quite thick, I didn’t want him to stop. We were pretty much there.
“Eliza, if I’m hurting you—”
I brought a hand forward to press my finger against the fold of his lips. “It’s okay, Gage. Keep going.” I smiled as warmly as I could beneath the moonlight and he nodded, his lips pressed. He continued sliding himself into me, watching me wince, blink hard, bite my lower lip, and then look into his eyes until finally the pain was gone. I could finally feel him without any kind of ache or stretching. He was fully inside me and once he noticed, he looked down at me and kissed me.
“Ready?” he whispered against my lips.
I nodded eagerly and his strokes deepened. He placed his face into my neck as he cupped my ass, burying himself within me. I never knew I could feel so pleasured, so excited. My moans grew louder and my fingernails kept clawing into his back. He grunted against my neck, gripping my hips so tightly I thought he was in pain. As he lifted up, I figured maybe he was.
Veins popped out of his neck as he tried to keep himself composed and gentle. He was holding back on me. I placed my hand on his chest, bringing my other hand up to cup his face. I brought his head down so we were nose-to-nose and whispered, “It’s okay. I can handle it. Let go.”
With those words alone, the intensity grew. I was nearly screaming as he began beating against me, circling his thumb around my clit, causing me to rise and sink against him. He was creating orgasm after orgasm, wave after wave, and I enjoyed it to the full extent.
His mouth devoured mine and my fingers ran through his hair, his hands cupping my ass as he slammed into me continuously. The headboard banged against the wall so loud it almost made my moaning and his groaning inaudible.
During the last few seconds, Gage picked up his speed, lifting my hips higher and pounding into me over and over again. I screamed wildly, thrilled but most of all turned on by his blazing eyes watching my every move. Finally, I bucked against him because it was coming. He growled deeply, bending down to bury his face into the crook of my neck. “I’ve wanted this from you for so long, Eliza,” he breathed. “So. Fucking. Long.”
I yelped, the pleasure coursing through me. Heat and pleasure raced between my legs and Gage groaned, allowing me to drench him with the flowing juices. Slamming and shuddering, he grunted some mild profanity as I squealed, pulling him down against me. He quaked a dozen times and within me I felt the heat through his condom. He shuddered again and again until finally his body lacked tension and he collapsed on top of me. We both panted into one another’s ears, letting the silence ride. A few minutes passed and I still didn’t want to move.
That was… amazing. Mind-blowing. Incredible. My first time and it was way better than I’d ever imagined. Unfortunately, my eyelids started getting droopy and Gage’s breathing evened out. He wasn’t saying a thing, and I knew he was just as worn and tired as I was.
Sometime during our weariness, he’d pulled himself out of me, went to the bathroom to remove his condom, turn off the light, and then came back, pulling the blankets over our still-naked bodies. I didn’t mind the thought of being naked in the same bed as him. He’d just given me that kind of freedom. It was a freedom I enjoyed. One I wanted to cherish.
Our bodies molded and I placed my arm over his waist, my cheek resting against his defined chest as I ran my fingers up and down his arm. Our legs were tangled, breaths entwining, as he stroked my cheek, my hair. His steady heartbeat soothed me again and he kissed my forehead before sighing deeply and allowing his head to fall back and his eyes to shut.