Micha
She looks terrified as hell, her eyes round, and her body is trembling as she says, "I love you."
My smile breaks through. "I know you do. I have ever since the day on the bridge." She looks confused so I explain further. "When you tried to leave, I caught up with you and took you up to our spot by the lake to calm you down. When you did, you told me that you loved me."
Her lips part. "I did... why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I wanted you to tell me again," I say. "When you were a little less out of it. Took you long enough, by the way." Her lips expand to a smile and I can't help but kiss her.
My body rolls onto her on its own accord, even though it hurts like hell to use my arm to keep my weight off her. She trails her fingers up my back as her legs fall to the side, giving me permission to press up closer to her. It's what we've been doing every night for the last few days, almost reaching the end, but not quite.
Suddenly, she jerks back and I blink my eyes open. "What's wrong?"
Biting on her lip, she sits up and I lean back, giving her room as she slips her shirt and bra off and throws them on the floor. Locks of her auburn hair fall across her chest. Grinning, I move my lips for hers again, but she shakes her head and stands up on the bed, slipping her shorts and panties off and discarding them on the floor.
I've seen her naked a couple of times over the week - and once when we were sixteen and she left her curtain open - but each time gets my adrenaline pumping. She kneels down in front of me and kisses me passionately, her nipples brushing against my chest. Her body is shaking in a way that means she's nervous.
"Make love to me," she whispers against my lips.
I've been dreaming about those words leaving her lips since I was sixteen. "Are you sure?"
She nods with a sparkle in her eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure."
I wait a few seconds longer to give her time to back out if she needs to. She remains silent and reaches for my shirt, helping me pull it over my head so I don't have to lift up my arm. Her fingers run across my tattoo, lyrics I wrote about her, although I don't think she knows it. Then her hands find the button on my jeans and she unfastens it. Deciding to help her out, I peel my jeans and boxers off. Grabbing a condom from my wallet, I lie her down and situate between her legs.
"Are you sure you're sure?" I check again.
Her auburn hair is spread across the pillow and the light above our heads reflects in her green eyes as she nods. "Micha, I'm more certain about this than I am about anything else in my life."
Suddenly, I get a little nervous. This is the first time I've ever been with someone I've cared about and it's going to be different.
Mentally preparing myself, I slide into her slowly so I don't hurt her. Her legs promptly constrict around my hips and she squeezes her eyes shut. I give her a minute, letting her breathe through the pain. When she opens her eyes again, I push into her further. Her head tips back as she forces air in through her nose. I start rocking in and out of her. The pained expression slowly turns to ecstasy and her eyes gloss over.
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Ella