Part 7 (2/2)

Then he noticed it was getting late. ”You must be starving.” Laura realised she was. She had totally lost her appet.i.te the past week and barely been able to eat a thing earlier in the day.

”My plans were to cook for you and take you to bed, but I'm running behind schedule,” he said.

Her stomach flipped. He noticed the apprehension in her eyes, and sought to rea.s.sure her. ”I know what I said the other day, but there's no pressure. Just being with you and holding you is enough.”

They ate, and then he led her up the narrow stairs to the cottage's small bedroom. It had a double bed at least.

Afterwards when the others asked she could never remember how she took her clothes off, it was a blur. She did remember that he unb.u.t.toned her blouse, unhooked her bra, slipped her underwear down.

”I want to see you naked, completely mine.”

Mine. It was the first time he had said anything possessive towards her. Although she felt like they were on the same team, the two of them, it had never been expressed. She didn't know what she was to him. It felt absurd to use a word like ”boyfriend” that got used for St Duncan's boys and the tame, pen-pal relations.h.i.+ps they had.

Laura felt shy but also strangely proud as he uncovered her. She was amazed that she affected him so much, her body arousing the desire that she saw in his eyes. He took her to the bed. His hands were warm on her skin, and she wanted him to run them over her body but didn't know how to ask.

He threw his own clothes off quickly, and lay next to her, resting on one elbow. His chest was so broad and strong, he looked so powerful. She loved it as much as it made her nervous.

He kissed her. ”You're still a virgin, aren't you?”

She nodded.

”I want you very badly but if it's too much we can hold off. Just let me know and I'll stop.”

She wasn't sure what she wanted yet. She wanted him as close to her as possible but she didn't know if it would hurt or if she was ready.

He caressed her body, moving his hand over her left breast, playing with her nipple. No one had done this to her before. It felt unbelievably sensitive under his fingers as he teased it to hardness, and then brought his mouth down upon it.

Laura gasped and felt her back arch towards him. It made her throb down below. She ran her hands through his hair, as he swirled his tongue around her swollen nipple. His hands caressed her waist, her stomach, moving lower to her thighs.

Then suddenly she felt his hand move toward her inner thighs. She froze momentarily, then he slid his fingers between her folds, brus.h.i.+ng her c.l.i.toris. No one had ever touched her there before.

It was electric, she felt a sharp pang in her groin that shot up to her stomach. Instinctively she moaned and pushed towards his hand. His fingers were firm and knew exactly where to apply pressure.

He raised his head from her breast. ”You're very wet.”

Laura wasn't sure if this was good or not but he smiled so she figured it must be.

She had a brief flashback to cla.s.s and the image of him standing at the blackboard, instructing them. Mr Rydell, their teacher. And now he was touching her in the most intimate places and in the most intimate way, with something of the same decisiveness and authority. He was instructing her, instructing her body.

He took her hand and moved it onto him. She had no idea how warm and hard he would feel, nothing they'd learnt in Biology or speculated about in the dorm had prepared her for this. Her fingers could barely wrap around it. She couldn't imagine there was any way they could actually do it.

But he s.h.i.+fted up so he was leaning over her, and pushed her thighs apart with his knees.

His eyes were dark with desire. He had promised her he would stop, but he clearly wanted this. The thought flashed through her mind that he might not stop even if she did resist.

She felt him pressing against her opening, her wetness helping him in. It hurt - he was so large - and she bit her lip to stop herself crying out. She tried to s.h.i.+ft back to ease the pressure but his hands were gripping her hips and holding her against him, not letting her get away.

”I want to be your first,” he said, looking deep into her eyes.

He pushed into her and the pain increased, and yet she wanted it. She wanted to do this. She wanted him closer to her, as close as possible, for him to take possession of her. He withdrew a little and she relaxed, closed her eyes, and then he pressed into her again.

At some point there was a particularly sharp pain, and around this time his lips were on hers before she could cry out, and then against her neck, and he was saying her name.

Then holding her tightly, almost crus.h.i.+ng her as his hard, muscular chest pressed against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he thrust forward and they were finally joined. She was sore and it throbbed but he was with her, in her, fully.

He waited for a few moments, holding her still, until he felt her relax. Then very gently he withdrew a small way and pushed back into her. He repeated this until it was moving more easily for them both. The pain was less now, there was more of a numbness, but she felt a fullness inside her that replaced it.

He s.h.i.+fted his weight, and with a new angle his pelvis pressed against her, hitting just the right place each time he ground into her. It made her push back against his thrusts, meeting him in return.

”Feel how hard you make me.”

His greater strength and her inability to resist him - had she even wanted to - made her more able to lose control. He was in command, he was doing this to her body, she was in his hands. She felt him inside her, each thrust going almost too deep but she wanted him as deep as possible.

He's my teacher, she thought. He was a grown adult and her superior on every level - age, experience, authority - yet something about this levelled them. The outside world faded away. Nothing else was.

The way he was grinding against her at the end of each thrust meant that just where it might have become uncomfortable, she instead got the pressure and stimulation she needed in front. It was less direct than when he touched her with his fingers but combined with the sensation of him inside her, filling her, it was enough.

Laura knew where her body was going, everyone had read Just Seventeen and other magazines and tried out their vague instructions at private moments. But this was nothing like touching herself. It was a thousand times more sensitive and she felt it throughout her stomach, not just between her legs.

It rose like a wave, she was pus.h.i.+ng up towards him, and then the feeling started to peak and was running in spasms throughout her body. She clutched him, she was trembling, crying out. He seemed to know what she needed, and ground into her harder but more slowly.

Everything overtook her and she made noises she had not know she could make, soft, almost like crying.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and moved back over her, and she felt a warm, thick wetness fall over her stomach.

Laura lay there, her head and body dizzy, and he kissed her mouth and then lay down beside her.

”I wasn't expecting that we would go so fast, so soon. I get carried away around you, though that's no excuse. Did I hurt you?” he asked.

She didn't want to admit it because he might feel bad. ”Only at the very start and then it was fine.”

”I'm sorry.” He stroked her cheek.

”Don't be, it was amazing. I haven't ever... I mean it was the first time, but I am so glad it was you. I didn't want you to stop.”

She was babbling but she felt nervous. She wasn't sure what one was supposed to do next. Get up? Bathe? Sleep? She should have sought more detailed information from Susie. She was also worried that it was all over now and that he wouldn't want this again.

He rolled onto his side and faced her again. The sweat on her skin was cooling and she was just starting to feel colder. He noticed her stomach and grabbed a nearby towel.

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