It was the most intense, amazing fucking experience, feeling her come around my hand.
She lay back, quiet, her eyes closed.
“Are you okay?” I asked, begging her to say that she was.
She hesitated, and I felt my heart shudder.
“Yes,” she whispered, at last. “Very okay. Very, very okay.”
I did that. I made her feel that. I felt like I should get a fucking medal.
Then she opened her eyes and gazed up at me, a slight smile on her face.
“Now your turn,” she said.
What? Oh, fucking yes!
When she knelt across me, I groaned in anticipation. She grabbed my cock and as she positioned herself above me, I felt myself slide inside her. So warm, so wet, so tight.
Holy shit! Fuck! That felt good. That felt fucking amazing. I never wanted to leave this place. It felt right; it felt like home.
This was my woman, and we were making love. Fuck, I loved her so much.
She sat up and leaned back, placing my hands against the base of her belly.
“Can you feel yourself inside me?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I can.”
Fuck! I didn’t even know that was possible, but I could. I could feel a thick bulge inside her — I could feel me inside her.
I must have looked like a fucking idiot, staring at her with my mouth open, but the heat in her eyes made me feel like a man.
She leaned forward again, her hands resting on my chest, moving her hips up and down in a steady rhythm. I pushed my head back into the pillow, unable to prevent my body from thrusting into hers, pushing myself deep inside her.
And suddenly I couldn’t stop. I started moving faster, feeling another orgasm build, a tightening in my balls, flickers of fire running up my spine.
My eyes blinked open and widened as I stared at her face, her fucking beautiful face, riding me, her expression wild and free, her head thrown back. When her eyes locked on mine, I came hard, my body shuddering inside her.
Un-fucking-believable!
She collapsed onto my chest and we lay there for several minutes. When she slid off me, I felt the loss of her immediately. I wanted nothing more than to be inside her again, feeling her body around me, feeling the intensity of her passion.
God, she was so beautiful. I leaned up on my elbow so I could see her properly.
She opened one eye and looked at me, her expression soft and warm.
“Hi,” she said, a smile twitching at the corner of her lips. “You okay?”
I nodded, unable to find the words. “That was … that was…”
“Yes, it was,” she said, still smiling.
I couldn’t explain what I was feeling: so many emotions were surging through me. I’d waited longer than most guys I knew to do it, and I was suddenly really glad I had; glad that I’d done it with her. It had been the most amazing experience of my life. I felt alive, like she’d taught me to breathe.
She stroked my cheek, and I leaned into her hand with a sigh. I kissed her palm and said the words that were rushing through me.
“I love you, Caroline. I always have. My whole life.”
I meant every fucking word.
She smiled and laughed gently. I knew she wasn’t laughing at me. She looked happy.
“That’s a very long time,” she said, raising one eyebrow. “You’re only 18—your whole life isn’t that much, really.”
I smiled. “It feels like it sometimes. Anyway, I’m not 18 for another four months; I’ll let you know then.”
Her expression changed immediately.
“What?” she gasped. “You … you’re only seventeen?”
I nodded, not sure why she was so upset.
“For God’s sake, Sebastian! Seventeen?”
My mouth went dry. “What’s the matter?”
She refused to look at me, throwing an arm over her eyes.
I started to feel desperate. Why wouldn’t she look at me?
“Please, Caroline. You’re scaring me.”
She moved her arm and glared at me, her expression almost hateful. I felt my heart jolt with the shock. With pain.
When she finally spoke, she spat the words at me.
“The matter, Sebastian, is that you’re a minor. What we’ve just done … what I’ve just done … it’s against the law. It’s a felony, for God’s sake!”
Oh. Was that all?
“But I love you.”
Simple. See how easy it is?
But she didn’t look happy.
“Sebastian: it’s statutory rape! Do you know what that means? I could go to prison. If anyone found out…”
Fuck, no! That can’t be right!
“I won’t tell anyone. I love…”
“Don’t say it! Do not say it!” she yelled the words, and it was just as if she’d hit me. I couldn’t understand what was wrong. I wasn’t going to tell anyone—tonight had been the best night of my whole life. I didn’t want her to feel bad about it, just because I was a few weeks shy of my eighteenth birthday. Nobody cared about that shit. Half the kids in my school were fucking each other. You couldn’t go to a football game without tripping over couples screwing behind the bleachers.