Remember Me

Chapter 22

*Flashback Continued*

His eyes travel slowly over my entire body again. He lets out a breath and hovers back over me before taking a hand and stroking my face. He trails it down to my neck, my arm, my sides, down my leg, then runs it back up over my stomach and to my chest, caressing and stroking every inch of my body. I can’t tell if he’s testing the waters or admiring me, but it feels nice. 

“You are so perfect and beautiful,” he whispers, almost groaning.  

I smile, flattered that he thinks that of me and that I have this much of an effect on him. He bends his head down to mine and places a gentle, lingering kiss on my lips before moving back to my neck, kissing and sucking all over my neck and ear. His hands move to one of my breasts and cups it before taking a finger and tracing circles around my n****e, making them pucker and a gasp escape from me. I feel him smile in between his kisses and how ready he is by the hardness that’s poking into me.  

But he continues taking his time, making sure not to rush things, making sure I’m ready and enjoying it, and making sure to savor every minute of it. Knowing and experiencing all of this only makes me love him more for it. It makes me even happier that he’s the one I’m sharing this with, and that we’re sharing this together. It reaffirms to me that I couldn’t have gotten a more perfect person to share firsts with, especially this one. Not that I had any doubts before this. He moves his mouth down from my neck and trails kisses to my breast, taking the n****e he had been circling with his finger only seconds ago into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it.  

My hands grip the sheets and my eyes close in unknown, unexperienced touch and the feeling it brings. He continues doing this for a minute before moving over to my other breast and doing the same to it. While he continues his sucking and tongue swirling, his hand runs down my stomach to my waist then to my inner thigh. His fingers trace up and down my thigh teasingly, so close to where no one had ever been. After a few more moments, he slides his hand over to run his fingers through my folds. My body jerks due to how sensitive it feels. 

He gives my n****e one last suck and swirl of his tongue before bringing his head up and meeting my gaze. His eyes are filled with so much desire and want that it makes my breath catch. He holds my eyes as he slips one finger inside me. I bite my lip, fighting not to look away because of how awkward and shy I feel. He slips a second finger inside of me and moves them around, feeling all of me.

I let out a breath at the foreign but pleasant feeling. He pulls his fingers out and slides them back up my now slick folds a couple of times before he shoots a mischievous smile at me, then reaches into his nightstand. When he pulls out a c****m, I raise an eyebrow at him. He shrugs as he rips it open.  

“My dad gave it to me earlier this week and said it was his birthday present to me,” he says, rolling his eyes. 

I giggle. “Well, I guess he has good timing.” 

He laughs and slides it on, making me start to feel nervous all over again. If his fingers felt like they were starting to stretch me out, I can’t imagine how he would feel. Thanks to awkward talks from my mom and health class, I know the first time hurts and will make me bleed. But I've never worried about it since I didn’t think it would be happening in the near future. He starts watching me again, searching for something.  

“Are you sure? I just want to check. I don’t want to do this if you aren’t ready or could end up regretting it,” he tells me.  

“Colton, if you ask me one more time instead of just having s*x with me, then I’m leaving you here alone and you’ll have to find someone else to be your first,” I warn him, only slightly joking since the more he asks, the closer I am to backing out.  

I love that he's so worried and being so considerate, but I don't need a chance to second guess myself. He immediately shuts up and doesn’t say another word. He smiles at me and moves to hover back over me. He kisses me and I feel him push his fingers back inside of me, moving them in and out until there’s no doubt in his mind that my body is ready for him. He presses his hard length against my entrance and begins pushing himself inside of me as slowly and gently as possible. I can see beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead from the effort of keeping himself under control to keep from just ramming into me and hurting me.  

He continues easing into me more and more between pauses, stretching me way more than his fingers had. The more he is inside of me, the more he groans in pleasure. It hurts, but the more I get used to him, the more okay it becomes. I feel him hit my virginity and he stops, giving me time to mentally prepare and giving my body more time to get accustomed to him.  

“I love you, Nat,” he whispers to me, his voice tight from restraint.  

“I love you, too,” I whisper back, smiling softly up at him.  

He leans down and kisses me as he pushes himself further inside. Pain radiates through my body the second my hymen is broken, making me eyes squeeze shut and my lips press together to keep from crying out. He immediately pauses from going any further after he feels it. He stops kissing me to look and check on me, making me realize he had been kissing me with hopes of distracting me from what was coming, probably hoping it would help relax me and lessen the pain. I take a few breaths when the pain starts to ebb away, loosening my grip on his upper arms when I realize my hands had tightened around them until my nails were digging into his biceps and starting to puncture the skin.  

“Are you okay?” he asks me softly, stroking his hand along my cheek and leaving only one arm to hold himself up.  

I nod, not trusting myself to speak just yet. He stays still for a few more moments, trying to make sure the pain is gone before continuing. When he’s sure it’s passed, he finishes thrusting the rest of his length into me, watching me and gauging my reaction. My lips part and my eyes close at the unexpected sensation of it feeling almost good and not entirely awful. When he sees no pain displayed on my face, he finds a rhythm and begins thrusting in and out of me, groaning loudly above me with pleasure and satisfaction.  

He starts off slow, randomly switching between kissing my lips, neck, and ears. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on just feeling and clenching around his length. He must take that as a sign that I'm close to finishing because he picks up his pace and starts thrusting into me faster and faster. His body becomes slick with sweat while beads of it drip from the ends of his hair onto the pillow. 

At this point, he can no longer contain his moans. Pretty soon, they mingle with my gasps as I begin to feel more sensitive, and grows louder the closer he seems to get. When my body shudders with what I assume is a c****x, I can't help but wonder why people are so crazy about this when it's not really a great feeling, just your body becoming more sensitive. Colton follows directly behind me as if he had been holding it until I was taken care of first. He collapses onto the bed next to me and pulls me into his arm, then puts his finger under my chin and tilts my face up to kiss me. When we break apart, his chest is heaving as he catches his breath. I put my hand over his heart and feel it pounding underneath his skin. I rest my head on his chest and trace my finger over his incoming abs.  

“Did you have a good birthday?” I ask him, doing my best to ignore my desire to get dressed since he appears happy and content like this.  

“A perfect birthday,” he answers, smiling then placing a kiss on the top of my head and squeezing me tighter to him. “I told you it would be perfect as long as I had you but you managed to blow my mind and make it more perfect than I could have hoped or imagined. You were mind-blowingly perfect and today was amazing and perfect.”  

I smile up at him. “Happy birthday, Colton,” I tell him one last time, then rest my head on his chest again. We fall asleep holding each other and in our own perfect little world.