Night of Innocence

I take both of her hands in mine and pull her on top of me. For some reason, the feel of her body pressed against mine makes her lips all the more kissable, and I press mine to hers. When she eagerly responds to the kiss, I wrap my arms around her back and squeeze her against me, causing some of the most delicious friction between our bodies. I can feel the weight of her pressed against my chest, and the soft swell of her breasts.

Both of us know what we want, and as if guided by knowledge neither of us could possibly have, my hand moves slowly up her back, to her side, and brushes against her right breast, causing her breath to hitch a little but otherwise no protest is forthcoming. I read her feelings carefully then, noting the increase in body temperature, heart rate, and pleasure, each time I gently squeeze the clothed breast in my hand.

The sounds she’s making, and the way she sometimes stops the kiss to enjoy it, fogs up my own mind and makes It a little more difficult to read her. Then without warning she sits up and straddles my hips, and then smiles at the look of confusion on my face. I breath in deep when she takes the bottom of her shirt in her hands and pulls it off and away, revealing a long expanse of skin, and absolutely nothing on underneath. God, why didn’t I notice that before?

My eyes look over every inch of her torso, committing everything about her to memory, and when my eyes reach her breasts, I unconsciously lick my lips, making her cheeks color again. I know this is the first time she’s ever been this exposed to anyone, and I expect the hungry look in my eyes isn’t making it any easier. If I had to guess, I must look like a starving wolf hunting its prey.

I knew I had to do something, so instead of words, which would probably break us out of this spell we’re in, I use actions. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside to join the pile on the floor. I lean up and then back, supporting myself on the edge of the tub, and when her hands softly touch my touch, I can’t believe that something so simple could feel so good. Her fingers explore my torso, slowly and delicately, as if she is memorizing me with her hands.

My arousal spikes up, and without any control over myself I lean forward and kiss her passionately, and a noticeable gasp escapes from one of us, but I doubt either of us could really tell who. Her arms snake around my neck and pull me against her, just as my hands run up the delicate curve of her back. Once again , I start to memorize her body, this time with touch instead of sight. It wasn’t too hard to tell who gasped that time.

I’m not sure why I did it, but suddenly I pull my lips from hers, although with no small reluctance, and press them to her neck, causing her to whisper my name again in such a way that made my hips move up toward her center, making it pretty obvious the effect she’s having on me. When she grinds her hips down against mine, I come to the conclusion that she doesn’t mind.

I make sure to kiss all of the right spots on her neck, instinctively knowing every one of hers, and soon her gasps aren’t such a rare thing, driving me absolutely crazy. I fight so hard to keep my control, but I can’t even begin to hide my desire for her. Before I know it, her name bursts forth from me in a pleasured gasp, one I could feel that instantly spiked her arousal even higher.

When I finally move lower, desire is radiating from both of us in such waves that there was no doubt about what the other was feeling. That connection makes my heart beat faster and causes the most perfect kind of joy. I kiss my way down to her breasts, and without the slightest hesitation, I suck one of her hardened pink nipples between my lips. The next sound that comes out of her is a moan, and one that I could get used to hearing.

Her breasts aren’t large, like some of the women I saw in that dirty magazine, but they seem perfect for her. They’re just so….Amanda, if that makes any sense. One of her hands presses into the back of my head and I take that as encouragement to continue, pulling my lips off her nipple only to lather it gently with me tongue. Her body squirms in pleasure against mine, causing her to rub against my penis and cause a mixture between pleasure and pain.

Pleasure from the friction, and pain from the confinement. It causes my arousal to rise even higher, and I attach my lips to her nipple again, give it a hard suck, then move over to the other breast and give It equal attention. Her hand becomes insistent, almost demanding more, but just by reading her ever changing and confusing emotions I can tell she has no conscious knowledge of doing so.

When I look up, I can see her eyes are closed, with her mouth opened slightly due to the addictive sounds that keep escaping her. Without noticing, I stop sucking on her breast and just look up at her face, causing her to open her eyes in confusion and look down at me. Our eyes connect, and for the briefest moment it’s like she can read my mind, because she smirks and grinds down hard against me, ripping a moan right out of my soul.

I can feel pride begin within her, pride at knowing she is the one making me lose control. Pride at knowing she is the only one who can see me this way. I feel that for her as well. When she bends down to kiss me again, it’s full of all the need and desire she has for me, and from the small whimper I hear escape her she feels mine as well.

When we pull apart again, out lips just an inch away from each other, I say, “Amanda, I need you.” It’s like my feelings formed the words and said them without my permission, but it’s the truth.

The look she gives me sets my entire body aflame, and we both stand up, moving on autopilot as we take off the rest of our clothes. We’re both eager, and highly aroused, so it doesn’t take long before we are standing in front of each other with no more barriers in our way. We don’t even try to hide our wandering eyes, taking in the sights of each other naked, and if I wasn’t hard enough before, I am now. She’s…Amanda, and she’s perfect to me.

Everything about her body fits her, there is nothing out of place that shouldn’t be there. I can feel the burn of her eyes travel up and down my body, more than once even, before her eyes finally settled on my penis. I’ve read plenty of books, and I know I’m above the average length, but she doesn’t look worried at all. She just seems…happy. She may not be able to get into my head so easily, but right in front of her eyes she now sees all of me.

We take one step towards each other and suddenly we’re kissing again, but this time our bodies we pressed intimately together, flesh against flesh. My hands move slowly all over her body, making her push closer to me, and causing her breasts to press against my chest. God, how could I ever deserve a girl like this?

We both sink back down into the tub, although this time it is she who lays down on her back. I get down on my knees, and now there is no denying just how much I want her, because my penis presses between her legs, which causes us both to moan in our barely contained desire. I can feel her gather up her courage, and slowly spread her legs as much as possible in the small tub.

Now I lay my eyes on something only I get to see, and her arousal is made plainly evident by the moisture that has gathered. I look back up at her face again, which is flush with desire, but also a little fear. Her eyes are wide, barely blinking, and her breathing increases due to both her arousal and her nervousness. I don’t like that look of fear, even though I know it’s not uncommon for people during their first time, and I move my hand gently against her cheek.

Her eyes close, and she smiles in the most beautiful way, before she opens them again and looks back up to me, the fear much less now. I suppose I can’t do something about all of it. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little afraid myself, but I’m secure in the fact that I love her, and I know she loves me. Love will make this better, and we have plenty of that. When she nods at me, I know what it’s for, and I position myself between her legs.

As much as I want to see myself enter the girl I love, I look at her face, and I don’t take my eyes off hers as I push inside of her. I move slow making sure to read her emotions perfectly, monitoring both her pain and pleasure, so I know when to adapt my speed. I must admit, even for me it’s not easy. Her breathing quickens the further I push, and the look in her eyes alone makes me want to move faster.

She’s tight, so very tight around me, and I feel my control slipping little by little. The combination of the feeling of her around me, the look in her eyes, and the sounds she makes, causes even my senses to go haywire. Soon though, I lightly press against a barrier, the last true barrier between us, and stop completely. Once again, and entire conversation spreads between our eyes in an instant.

We know we want each other, we know we want this, and we know that there is no going back from this. After this, we belong to each other in every sense of the word. We would love only each other, and make that love only with each other. There wasn’t even a decision to be made. It was just a silent agreement to what we already decided long ago in our hearts. Neither one of us are people who have sex only for the pleasure of it. Love has to be a factor, or it’s not worth it. Love is definitely a factor right now.

“I love you, Amanda,” I say to her, and I mean it with all my heart. She smiles at me and says, “I love you too, Kyle.”

No more words needed to be said, and I push forward hard, breaking through that one last barrier and burying myself deep inside her in one swift move. The instant I do that, I bend down and kiss her, drowning her pained gasp with my lips so as not to alert the rest of the house.

I feel her pain, and I choose to feel it, knowing that there is nothing I can do but feel it with her. The pain warred against the immense pleasure of being so deeply connected with someone I love so much. Her inner walls squeeze me tight, seeming to protest to my intrusion while at the same time holding me in place, refusing to let go. I want to move, the mere act of not moving more painful than it should be, but I stay still and continue to tenderly kiss her, allowing her time for the pain to ebb away.

When it finally did, she didn’t hesitate to tell me, her voice thick with arousal. “Kyle, please make love to me.” She didn’t have to tell me, but I’m appreciative she did. I slowly pull out of her, her tight wall squeezing every inch and making me moan in pleasure. I push back inside of her again, this time a little faster and the small “Uhhnn” of pleasure that escaped her every few seconds drove me crazy.

After pulling in and out of her a few more times, we finally set a pace. Our moans of pleasure reached each other with every push, and the effort it took to keep our voices quiet enough not to wake everyone up was almost painful. My eyes studied her face, watching when her mouth opened to gasp and moan with every push, how her eyes would open and close every few moments due to the pleasure, and the smoldering looks we shared whenever our eyes connected.

I move my eyes down her body, watching as her breasts bounced slightly with each push, and then watched as my penis entered her. Our movements were getting faster, and a bit more frantic. Her hips thrust forward to meet mine, and her tight walls flutter around my penis, making me struggle to keep my responding moan quiet. I watch her face again, hardly believing that anyone could be so beautiful, cute, and sexy all at once.

Her pleasure, desire, lust, and definitely love were written all over her face, and I was convinced that nothing could be better than this. Nothing could be better than making love to Amanda. Her body fights to keep me inside each time I pull out, and when I push back inside it welcomes me back.

Out of nowhere, I could feel both of our orgasms approaching rapidly. I struggle to hold it back even as our movements grow more frantic, even as our moans get a little too loud, and even as our bodies move against each other to seek that release. Just as it hits us both like a wave, and her mouth opens wide to let the world know of her release, I kiss her passionately, and give one last thrust.

Both of our loud moans, which would have woken up the house, burst inside of each other, signaling our release as I came hard, her walls fluttering around me as she joined me in bliss. As I emptied myself inside of her, her tight walls squeezed every bit out of me, as if demanding me to give her everything. The moans of release slowly died down, and our bodies slowly stopped moving.

Our lips took their time though, and when we were both fairly certain we needed oxygen right away to survive, we pulled our lips apart. For about a minute we just looked at each other, slowly getting air back into our lungs. Seeing Amanda like this, so content, radiant with beauty, and so obviously in love with me was enough to make me smile, which made her smile as well.

It took me a bit before I felt the urge to pull out of her, and trust me that was not an easy thing to do. We both shift our positions, and once again she is laying on top of me, her head resting softly against my chest, just like how we were before this started. Before we made love. No words were exchanged, we didn’t need any, but as she drifted off slowly to sleep, I pull the covers over us, kiss her goodnight, and said one last thing.

“Sweet dreams, Amanda.”

~AUTHOR'S NOTE~
Well, there it is! Sorry it took so long. I usually don't like to write a chapter unless I can do it in one sitting, like I did with this one. Unfortunately, I wrote it really late so forgive the errors. I actually had some more things planned for this chapter, like oral sex and all that, but decided to leave it out for the same reason I decided to leave condoms out. This was spur of the moment for them, Amanda just avoided a plane and Kyle wouldn't have condoms since he wasn't really expecting anything. IF I see enough ratings and reviews, I might go on to a third chapter to add in those little things I left out.

Count on seeing some Lorri/Declan and Josh/Andy stories at some point from me. Please tell me what you think and enjoy!