I Won't Give up.

Chapter 6

When we arrive back at Brendon's house, he gets me one of his shirts and a pair of sweats to wear so I don't need to sleep in my clothes. I thank him and slowly walk into the bathroom to change so I don't hurt my leg again.

I don't put the pants on because they are way too big, so I just let the long shirt go over my bare thighs. I yell down to him asking where to put the clothes.

He runs up to the room and stops at the doorway noticing that I didn't put the pants on.

"Sorry, the pants were a little big." I manage to slip out. "N-no, that is...totally okay with me. Well I mean that's fine if you don't want to put the pants on. I mean that's your choice. So it's okay with me if you are comfortable.." He exclaims. He scratches the back of his neck with one hand and looking nervous with the other hand stuffed in his pocket.

"Okay." I add and smirk at him.

He walks over to me and looks into my eyes. "I can um take those if you want." He declared.

I hand him my clothes and thank him slowly before walking downstairs. When I reach the bottom he is already starting to come down.

I sit on the couch and by this time it is maybe around 7-8 PM. It is dark outside and a feeling of tiredness instantly hits me.

He walks over to the couch also and sits down really far away leaving me stranded.

"You don't have to be shy." I admit painfully regretting what I just said because it sounded awfully sexual. But maybe I meant it.

"I just don't want you to be uncomfortable. What ever you need, please just tell me." He states. Making me frown a little but not enough for him to notice. "I'm good. I don't need anything."

Just then he gets up and moves over to me, closer than I expected. He swings his arm around my shoulder and looks at me. "Does this make you more comfortable?" He smirks as me. I slowly nod and smile back.

He leans in and slowly pushes his lips up against mine for about 5 quick seconds until he starts slowly shifting his weight from beside me to laying down underneath me.

I grab his face as I straddle him. With my knees by his side, the kiss gets more passionate. We both start breathing faster as he pulls away. Leaving me confused.

"Do you want to do this?" He says. I wouldn't want to usually, because we just met,  but at this point, I do. I really, really do.

I nod my head, yes, and start kissing him again. Then he pulls away. "Are you sure? Because I don't want to pressure you into doing what you don't want to. I want to make sure." He manages to say.

"We don't have to. I mean, you are stalling. Let's just watch th-" And before I could finish his mouth is on mine and we are both breathing heavily. I am straddling his waist once again.

I trail my fingers along his chest dying to see what is underneath his shirt. I am craving him and I don't even want to stop. At this point we are struggling to stand up, but manage to. We don't break the kiss as he picks me up and my legs adjust around his waist.

When we get up, he lets me go and I grab the collar of his shirt and push him against the wall.

We continue to kiss until he leads me to the bedroom once again, not breaking the kiss. He pushes me on the bed getting on top. I struggle to unbutton his shirt so he pushes my hands away so he can do it.

I sit there patiently and awkwardly, smiling at him until he finally manages to get his shirt off and throw it on the ground. I giggle and grab the back of his neck and pull him down. My fingers tangle into his hair as he kisses and sucks on my neck.

His hand slowly makes his way down to my thigh while his lips are on my collar bones, making me let out a moan.

His fingers are dancing across my hips tugging at his shirt that I have on.

I shift my body, making it easier for the shirt to slide over my head. One of my legs is on top of his back making myself easier to get to. He slides his belt off and throws it on the ground as well as my shirt. That is when I flip him over, putting me in control.

I unbutton his pants and slide them off slowly. He tugs on the waistband of my underwear. He looks up at me as to say "you sure?" I nod and he slowly starts exploring my lower body with his hand. The sensation I am earning from this makes me crave him more.

"Touch me." I whisper and lean back making him bite his lip. I feel my underwear slip down my thighs and I kick them off.

Then I tug at the waistband of his boxers and slide them off of him. Then I feel it. And it could not feel any better than this.

"Oh, Brendon." The pleasure is amazing. After what seems of going at it for hours, we lay there. Next to each other. Covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I feel his hand dance it's way across the empty space that lays between us and slowly take my hand.

Our fingers entwine and I stare at the ceiling, smiling like an idiot. Waiting for him to be the first to say something.

"I'm sorry." He says. And it makes me wonder why he said it. "Why?" I say softly, obviously confused.

"I hurt you, didn't I? You were moaning and it sounded like I hurt you." I let him babble on for a while about how sorry he is until I actually say something to him. "I wasn't moaning because it hurt, Brendon." I say, not looking away from the ceiling and giggling a little bit.

"You can't tell me that all the other girls are silent when...you know." He just stays silent.

I look over to him and he looks to me with a confused/sorry look in his eyes. "Oh my god." I added. "You're a virgin."