Page 243 of Lilah

"Fuck," he quietly groans when I move my hips down into his. Jesus, forgive me, I love you.

I reach down and touch him. He breathes in a deep breath as I look slightly up at him. He licks his lips, looking at me with lustful aka hornish, hooded eyes. I grip onto his belt and take it off.

He takes his pants off and I'm met with those large toned thighs of his.

Stripper. The perfect stripper.

"I'm a little nervous," I admit to him quietly and he kisses me once harshly. He tucks my hair behind my ear before leaning down and kissing me softly.

He takes a good while making me feel gosh danggood.

I look up at him almost nervously.

"You're hesitant," he says confidently just as he says 'you're hungry'.

I know it's going to hurt. After all, I did take health in high school and even middle school. But how bad? I have no idea. Heleans down and kisses me. I shiver as his chain falls across my neck. Why's that thing always too cold?

A thought causes me to gasp.

"We're about to do sex!" I gasp. He shakes his head against my shoulder and I smile. He sits up with a small square package in his large hands.

"Where on earth did you get that?"

"It's obvious we would do this at some point, Lilah," he rolls his eyes. He carefully unwraps it in his hands and he slides his black briefs off. He lowers himself onto me, his teeth biting down on the corner of his bottom lip.

I breathe out softly, preparing myself. He reaches up and tilts my chin up until I'm looking at him.

"I love you," he tells me softly, pecking my lips gently.

"I loveyou,"I reply.

"You're sure you want me to go on?" he asks. I nod. We need to do this. Well, I need to do this. I want all of him. His peter included. Oh yeah.

He gently moves his hips forward and I'm met with a motherfreaking chainsaw in my lady region for a few seconds. I gasp deeply and slam my head back onto the bed. I clench his shoulder harshly and tell myself not to cry. My crying will make us not hornish because I'm not a cute crier.

"I'm sorry," his voice comes out strained,"fuck. I'm sorry."

We both remain still while I adjust to him, small tears just barely about to leak out the outer corners of my eyes.

He places soft pecks on the side of my neck and my cheek, my face cheek.

The pain fades to a dull ache and I reopen my eyes, looking up at him. He hovers over top of me, his jaw tensed and his eyes half-closed. He looks like he feels good. I don't really feel good.

"You look like you feel good," I whisper up painfully. He opens his eyes all the way and lowers his head to mine.

"You feel sofuckinggood," he buries his face in my neck, a small moan leaving his lips. A moan? Good Lord. We're going to do this more often just so I can hear that sound leave his lips again.

"You can move a little bit," I tell him and I suck in a deep breath when he does. He leans up slightly and grabs the sides of my legs. He lifts my legs up around his waist and slowly drives his hips forward.

The aching intensifies for a while before simmering down. He leans his head down into me kissing me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

He intertwines our fingers on one hand and he guides my arm around his shoulders with the other. At one point I get this feeling of pleasure that sends a gasp rolling out of my mouth.

He pulls away, looking at me and sees the pleasure on my face. The ache may still be there but there's a pleasure too that's making its way through.

"Fuck you're so beautiful," he leans back down, capturing my lips with his, "all mine."

I hold onto him for dear life when a familiar feeling breaks out in my goody region. He's made me feel that feeling many times. This one feels amplified a bit and I swear I cannot keep my toes from curling.