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The following weekend was, very conveniently, Julia’s birthday, which provided me with the perfect excuse to be away overnight. I planned my cover story carefully with the girls and arrived at Jaden’s on Saturday evening. I was spending the night.
We spent a long time saying hello.
“Would you like to go out for dinner?” he asked when we’d finally moved out of the entrance.
“I’d rather stay in if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, I can make us something.”
“Can we just order a pizza or something?” I said.
I only managed half a slice of pizza, though, before my stomach shut down. Jaden put down his slice and wrapped his arms around me.
“Nervous?” he murmured.
“A bit,” I admitted.
“You know, it doesn’t have to be tonight-” he began.
“Oh no — you’re not backing out on me now.”
“In that case, would you like to adjourn to the bedroom?”
I hesitated. “Can I have a shower first?” I’d had one that morning, but another one suddenly seemed like a good idea, and I thought it might help me relax, too.
“It’s your night, querida,” he assured me. “You can do anything you like.”
I took my time showering and brushing my teeth. When I was done, I hesitated; it seemed silly to put my clothes back on. I settled for wrapping myself in a towel. When I stepped into the bedroom I stopped dead — every available surface was covered in candles, their warm glow dancing like wraiths on the walls. Music was playing, too, and I finally noticed Jaden. He walked slowly up to me.
“I don’t have anything sexy to wear,” I confessed. It seemed a foolish oversight, now.
“It’s a good thing. If you looked any sexier, I wouldn’t be able to control myself,” he said huskily, taking my shoulders and pulling me against him. The towel soon slipped to the floor, and for the second time ever, Jaden scooped me up in his arms and laid me gently on his bed. My heart was thudding this time, too, but it was with anticipation. Mostly.
I watched him undress, admiring every line and curve of his body. No sooner had he settled his long body next to mine than I glued myself against him; I was shivering. He wrapped me tightly in his embrace.
“Te amo, Jaden.” I was using the more intimate, romantic form of ‘I love you’ for the first time.
His eyes burned into mine for a long moment. “Te quiero, Téa.”
It was blissful to finally have time alone, with no fear of being discovered or interrupted. We took our time, exploring each other’s bodies in new ways, and it was much later when Jaden finally rolled on top of me and cradled my face in his hands.
He was looking right into my eyes as he moved into me. It was a tiny movement, but I felt my eyes go wide. I tensed up automatically; he stopped. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers and lips caressing my face.
“Are you all right?” His mouth was at my ear now, the words barely a whisper.
“Yes,” I managed.
He nuzzled my cheek. “It’s okay, baby. I won’t move until you’re ready.”
I’d always heard that it was difficult for boys to stop once they got started, but then, maybe that was the difference between a boy and a man.
“Is this hard for you?” I murmured.
“Don’t you worry about me,” he breathed. “This is already the best night of my life.”
My heart lifted and I nodded slightly; his lips moved to mine. This kiss was a bit rougher than usual, which was good — it distracted me, and I was swept away, as always, by my overwhelming need for him. It wasn’t long before I was pushing down onto him.
“You can move now,” I whispered breathlessly.
He made a small rocking movement with his hips. There was pleasure, now, along with the slight discomfort.
“Keep going.” I hid my face in his neck.
He kept going, with small, gentle movements, until I could feel him, deep in my belly.
“We’re completely joined,” he whispered, caressing my hair.
I clutched him tightly to me but then felt him starting to pull out. “Wait... what are you doing?”
“I think that’s enough for our first time, don’t you?”
I shook my head. “I want you to... you know, finish.”
He raised his head to look at my face; his was concerned. “I don’t know, Téa. I’d have to move a lot more for that, go faster. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I took his face in my hands. “Will you try? Please. I promise I’ll tell you if it hurts.” Too much, I added mentally.
In answer, his mouth came down on mine again. His hips started rocking, slowly at first, until I was moving to meet him. His mouth moved down my neck, and I felt his teeth pressing into my shoulder. Although it wasn’t the first time he’d ever done that, for some reason it was now incredibly arousing, and I wrapped my legs around his body. That was all it took. Our groans mingled as I felt him surge inside me.
“Wow,” I whispered, when I could talk again.
“Wow is right,” he murmured, still breathless, near my ear.
He began kissing my face. His eyes flew to mine when he felt the wetness on my temples, from the tears now running into my hair.
“I’m happy,” I explained quickly. “I’m so happy that it’s you.”
Contentment seeped through every particle of my being. Though I would never have admitted it to anyone, I felt like I was finally, completely his. And he was mine.
