Till Death Do Us Part

Seven

Savannah's POV:

     I was scared again. Somehow Harry was the only one in the world who could frighten me in an instant. He wouldn't tell me why we were going to his house, but I had a feeling. I was a virgin, and I wasn't ready for sex. Sex was a scary concept for me. We arrived at a two-story house, and parked in the driveway. He got out of the car, and walked briskly over to my side to open my door for me. I thanked him and followed him inside. The house was nice, tidy, and quiet. "Where is your family?" I asked.

     "Well, my parents are out of country, in England, for a week. They are visiting my sister at University," he answered. He lead me to his room and shut the door. He walked over to his bed and sat down, motioning for me to do the same. I sat down next to him. He turned to me. "Are you a virgin?" he asked.

     "Y-yes," I stuttered.

     "Have you had your first kiss?"

     "Yes."

     "Has anyone every touched you before?"

     That question was harder. Many boys had made out with me before, but I wasn't sure if they had touched me. "What do you mean?"

     "I mean, has anyone ever touched you inimitaly before?"

     "No."

     "Do you trust me?"

     I thought about this. Even though sometimes he scared the shit out of me, and even though I hadn't known him very long, I did trust him, and I did want him, just not now. Not until I was ready. "Yes," I finally answered.

     He nodded, then stood up, pulling me with him. He touched my cheek, and leaned in slowly, stopping for a moment every few centimeters to make sure I was ready. His warm lips touched mine, and moved together in perfect harmony. After a few minutes, I felt his tongue glide across my lower lip, asking for entrance, which I hesitantly granted. He layed me down on the bed, hovering over me, out of breath. His hand lowered down my body, slowly moving back up my thigh, and to the inside of my skirt, brushing my underwear lightly. I gasped and tried to push his hand away. "Trust me," he said, before making his way back up to my sensitive area. This time I let him move his fingers along the waistband of the clothing, and slowly pull it down my legs and onto the floor. He spread my legs, and I was utterly embarressed and nervous, feeling too reveaded to him. I tried to close my legs, but he kept them pried open. "No," he said. "You're beautiful, do not be ashamed." He brought his lips to mine, and licked a stripe up the center of my clit. I gasped, feeling pleasure rock through my body. He kept licking and sucking, making my face contort in pleasure. A finger found its way to my clit, and he pushed it in. I moaned at the new sensation. It wasn't long before a second finger found its way in. I felt my mind go numb, and the covers wetten. Harry removed his fingers but kept his tongue moving. When I opened my eyes again, he was hovering over me, smiling. "That was fun," he said. I nodded, out of breath. "Come on," he said, handing me my underwear and pulling me up, "We've got homework to do."

     What was I going to do with this boy.