Part 1: Chapter 3. Our first experience

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Before we start. SHIT GETS REAL IN THIS CHAPTER. Please understand. There's. No. Filter. So with that being said.... Enjoy.

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I was still insanely fucking nervous. He knew this, I could tell he did.

"Would a kiss help?" He asks me.

Would it?

Probably.

But I wasn't about to say that out loud. So instead I shrugged my damn shoulders like a child.

His lips were on mine. His full lips touched mine and my whole body ignited. I was on fire. How could one simple human being have such an affect on someone?

Hands were roaming.

One placed on my cheek, the other wrapped around my back. I had no idea what to do with my hands.

His hipbones.

God I love those things so much. His lips were even more amazing. In my 20 years I hadn't ever experienced a feeling like this before.

The kiss gets heated and my feelings just get even deeper. We break for air and I'm looking into the blue eyes of the love of my life.

His swollen lips kiss my cheek, my nose, my forehead and my lips once more. I fucking love this boy. There was no denying how I felt for him. The stolen kisses that he took so many times was okay with me.

I'm gonna get personal.

I mean this isn't your typical love story.

Kissing him was better than getting high. It was mind blowing. Just kissing him could get me off. I didn't have any intentions of sleeping with him, but our connection was so strong. I offered it first. I felt his hard on against me, I knew he wanted it as well.

He was unsure at first. He didn't want me feeling pressured. If it was possible that made me love him even more.

As I laid there completely naked up top, he stared at me. I'm not usually the type to get shy, and to be a size 14, I love myself and can easily show my confidence.

But at that moment, I found myself wanting to cover up my body and hide from him.

His body shakes and we're both worked up from the kissing we just experienced. He grabs my hands and uncovers my body and still continues to look at me.

I loved him. God I fucking loved him.

I remember asking why he was shaking and he laughed at me, gently blowing me off telling me it wasn't important.

"I mean, I've got this beautiful girl laying shirtless beside me."

He made me feel beautiful.

Our clothes come off and I find myself completely naked and leaning over to grab a condom. Thank God I'm always prepared.

He continued to ask me if I was sure.

Hell yes I was sure. I've wanted him since I laid eyes on him.

To answer his question I pressed my lips to his before mumbling a yes. I move myself to sitting on top of him and he connects his eyes to mine.

"I've wanted you to do this for a while now." He says, his voice sounding like music to me.

It happened, and as short as it was, it's been my favorite of them all. Maybe it was because I was so in love with him. I'm not sure.

After the fact we continued to just lay there beside each other and occasionally shared a kiss or two.

He promised me he'd talk to me tomorrow. He even pinky promised he wasn't going to just up and disappear.

He got comfortable and fell into a slumber and I laid there, too awake to go to sleep. He even looked beautiful sleeping. His messy hair was my favorite.

I woke up a few hours after falling asleep, hating to leave his side.

"Evan."

I won't ever forget the way it sounded to say his name.

I seriously hated to leave.

He kissed me bye, telling me he'd text me and he was glad I came to see him.

Said he wouldn't forget our promise.

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I hope it isn't confusing with the way I'm breaking these up. I didn't just want to post one long story.

Felt it'd be a little more intimate if it was broken up.

Man reliving these is both wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time.

I'm trying though. 🌪

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