Finding Sage (Young Adult)

Fifteen: Not So Slow

His face looks a little shy and I see him swallow, but he does not move. He just looks at me. Why is he just standing there? I just told him I want him.

"Umm, are you going to..." I ask, but then I change my mind and decide to not give him the chance to make any decision except the one I want. I see the bulge in his jeans and know what his body wants. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I look him in the eyes as I pull it over my head and throw it on the floor.

Kellan's eyes go wide, which makes me bite my lower lip. I want him. But he does not move. "Sage, you need to stop before it's too late to turn back."

I unbutton my jeans and kneel on the bed in front of him, "I don't want to stop. I want you to join me."

"Tell me what else you want," he says, and in an instant I feel my body pulsating for him.

I smile at him and say, "I want you to kiss me here." I put my hands on my neck. "And here." I run both my hands over my bra. "And here," continuing my hands down to my stomach.

"Take off your bra," he says.

I do as he says and it makes me so hot; him telling me what to do. I feel my breath increase, and I see his chest rising and falling, meeting mine. I waste no time unfastening my bra and throwing it on the floor. "What else do you want me to do for you?"

I see him swallow hard, and it makes me feel victorious. "Take off my shirt," he says. His statement to do this for him turns me on and surprises me.

His eyes move up and down my body as I rise to meet him. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, his eyes have gone from innocent to full of lustful desire, darker and dilated.

Wow, he is such a sight. I want him so bad.

He lifts his hands up and I pull his shirt over his head, rubbing my hands along his chest  and feeling his peck muscles and stomach.

Once the shirt is on the edge of the bed, he pulls me to him and kisses me, holding me close. My naked chest quivers at the feeling of his skin on mine. He has just enough chest hair to be sexy but smooth. My back tingles while his hands explore me. He is kissing me all over, when he drops to his knees and pulls my jeans off. "Get on the bed." He says, and then follows with a, "Please," which makes me laugh.

I do as he asks as the throbbing between my legs increases. He joins me on the bed, leaning over me. Kissing me. Then he stops and sits back, running his hands down my body. "Fucking beautiful.  You are so beautiful."

I take his hands and bring them to my chest, "I have missed your touch here."

He moans a little and smiles, while moving his mouth down to me, sucking, nipping, and using his hands to further increase my want for him. I moan when his feathery touches make me tingle and I cannot believe how badly I want him inside me. Never, not once, did I want Donovan like this.

"What else do you want?" he asks between kisses.

"Take your pants off," I say, "I want to see you."

He does not waste any time, but he stands and pulls off his jeans, leaving on his boxers. "All the way," I say, looking up at him and biting my bottom lip. He pushes down his boxers and I go to the end of the bed and take him in my hand. He's large and thick, much bigger than what I am used to. I look up at him, as I stroke him. He moans at my touch, and I know I need to feel him inside me. I have never wanted to have sex, like I want to, no need to, right now.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask.

"In my wallet," he starts to bend down, but I stop him and reach his jeans for him, pulling his wallet out of pants and finding the foil wrapper. I look at it for a moment and hand it to him.