Intoxicated

Eleven

My voice is caught in my throat. His confession knocking the breath out of me. 

I didn't know if he could hear me, I could barely hear myself, but I somehow managed a, "what?"

Dave closed the distance between us. Not that there was ever much distance between us. I always found myself gravitating towards him, whether I wanted to or not. 

He stopped before me, dark eyes on mine. Searching for some sign of disapproval - some sign that I didn't want this - didn't want him. 

When there was none, he leaned down, slowly. Eyes closing only at the last second as his lips pressed against mine. 

I had been frozen this entire time. Stunned and blindsided by his confession but the second his lips touched mine, the second his mouth moved, I responded. And this time I wasn't going to let him slow down the moment. I wanted him. I wanted him much more than I have ever wanted anything. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my self completely against him. Dave's hands went down to my thighs and with one swift pull, picked me up. 

I had never, ever done this before but my body seemed to know how to react. I wrapped my legs around his hips, keeping myself up and against him as his tongue slid between my lips. 

I could feel him moving us backwards. Moving us back onto his bed. 

Was I ready for this? The farthest I had ever gone with a guy was with Dave and we hadn't even gone that far. 

His knees hit the mattress of the bed and then we were both falling backwards. 

Dave unwrapped my arms, grabbing my hands by the wrist and pinned them above my head. I whined in protest. I wanted to feel him. 

He responded my dragging his lips down my cheek, my jaw and finally my neck. 

I gasped at the contact of his wet kiss. 

"Dave." 

He hummed in response. 

I had to tell him. I had to tell him before I got lost in him. 

"Wait." 

His teeth grazed against my skin and I couldn't help but arch my body up against him. 

"I have to-" Another gasp as he moved down my chest. 

Why did this feel so good? 

Did I really have to tell him? 

I was fighting an inner battle with myself. I wanted to tell him but I didn't want this to stop too. I wanted him to keep kissing me, all of me. 

I stopped immediately at that. I had never, ever thought of a guy in that way and Dave had to know what he was about to do. What we were about to do. 

"I have to tell you something." 

Dave stopped and looked up from where he was just beginning to pull down the strap of the dress I had worn last night. 

"What?" He asked, his eyes were so dark and when he spoke I could feel his breath against my chest. 

"I've-" I bit my lip in nervousness.

I propped myself up on my elbows. 

"I've never had-" 

Dave's eyes widened and he pushed himself up as well. I frowned at the loss of his body against mine. 

"You're a virgin?" His voice was laced with disbelief. 

I kept my bottom lip between my teeth, nodding timidly.