Origins Unkown

chapter 4

"Shh. It's okay. We won't do anything you're not comfortable with." Drake said stroking my face.

"It's not that I don't want to, believe me, I've never wanted something so bad, but it's just I've....never....." I had to stifle a sob.

"Oh honey. It's okay. We can stop now if you want to." He said smiling.

"That's just it. I don't want you to. I like you kissing me. I just don't want to embarrass myself or disappoint you." I said in a whisper.

"Twilight, look at me my darling." I opened my eyes slowly and looked up at him. "We will go at the pace you set. If you want to stop with the kissing that's fine with me. I like kissing you."

"So you're not upset that I stopped you?"

"I would have been upset if you hadn't, Twilight." He said with a small laugh. I reached out and touched his face. He closed his eyes and let me do whatever I wanted. I stroked his chest and felt my body heat rise again. I bravely leaned forward and softly kissed his lips. Drake kissed me back. He waited patiently for my next move. I used my tongue to caress his lips. When he opened his mouth for me, I hesitated, then explored his mouth with my tongue. When I found his tongue I giggled and flicked it. I wanted him to play back and he obliged. I place my arms around his neck and began running my fingers through his hair. It was his turn to groan. I pulled away breathless.

"What's wrong?" I asked averting my eyes.

"Who said anything was wrong" He asked lifting my face up with a gentle touch.

"You....haven't touched me." I answered shyly.

"I didn't want to push you."

"I'll tell you when it's too much." I said bravely.

"Okay." He answered quietly. I went back to my previous position with my hands in his hair.

Drake put his hands on my knees. He slowly moved them up and griped my waist. He used his thumb to stroke me there. I giggled.

"Sorry. That tickles." I laughed.

"Sorry. Would you like to move to the bigger couch? It would probably be more comfortable for both of us."

"Okay." Drake rose and took my hand and lead me to the larger couch in front of the fireplace. "Could you light that? I'm suddenly chilly."

"As you wish, my lady." As I watched him light the fireplace I took a few moments to assess the situation. What am I doing? This is wrong and I know it. My mind is screaming for me to leave, but my body is demanding more of his touch.

"Twilight, are you okay?"

"What? Yes just cold I guess." I said smiling.

"I'd like to help you warm up, but you'd have to trust me." He said in a low, seductive voice.

"I do trust you." I said with a hint of nervousness.

"Not fully, but you will. If I do something you don't like just say stop and I'll stop."

"Okay." He sat down beside me and reached out and touched my leg again.

"Twilight?"

"Yes."

"Why do you wear such fluffy dresses?"

"My mother makes them."

"I see. Do you mind?" He said lifting the top layer.

"No." I said with my breath caught in my throat. He lifted one layer at a time until my knees were exposed. He lightly swept his thumb across them. My breathing sped up a little.