Woman Beautiful. Take Back to Cave. Make Mine.

As her ride, Emma had **** in the matter as I took her back to my place. Not that she was complaining. Despite me goofing off, I think she was as excited as I was.

Problem was the house wasn’t exactly empty as Mom and Dad were still home. Not a huge issue since they mostly left me alone. Once we stealthed our way past them, we would be home free. Emma seemed to be a fan of all the cloak and dagger stuff as I peeked around the corner to confirm my parents were in the living room. Attention on the TV, I quickly dragged her after me as we made our way down the stairs. She giggled excitedly once we were in the safety of my room.

“The look on your face. What happened to the innocent Isaac I used to know? Now look at you. Sneaking girls into your cave to—” She didn’t finish as I swept her into a kiss. This wasn’t the mood I planned for. I expected this to be done after a night of romance. To sweep her off her feet and have an intimate moment together.

Now? I just wanted her. Needed her. It was far past time for this. Seeing her with Ryan made me realize how silly I’d been about this whole thing. I loved the woman, dammit. I loved her and I wanted to make love to her. Nothing else mattered.

As we shared passionate kisses, clothes fell away as we submersed ourselves in the moment. We let our desires guide our hands; our emotions guide our lips. Both naked, I gently laid her on my bed. Hovering over her, I kissed her and began moving away from her lips. Her chin. Neck. Collarbone. Chest.

I lingered at her breasts, enjoying them in all their glory. I loved the feel of them. The way her nipple felt against my tongue as I playfully teased one before moving to the other. I kissed them from top to bottom while my hand gently caressed the other.

Pausing, I looked up to find Emma staring at the ceiling. She was breathing a bit harder than normal, but otherwise, I wasn’t getting much feedback. Sensing my hesitation, our eyes met and she gave me a soft smile.

“You’re doing great. I’ll let you know if I don’t like it.”

My confidence wasn’t quite there as I did my best to continue. It was hard. I guess I understood what she meant about being passive, but I didn’t understand until I was here experiencing it. I didn’t let it deter me. Emma was Emma. Maybe I secretly wished that I would elicit the kind of response I saw in all those clips; that I would be different than the other guys in that regard.

Pushing the doubt from my mind, I focused on what was important. Emma. My lips trailed over her stomach as I continued my way down. It was around her belly button that I started to get something. Anticipation? She was squirming a bit as I got lower. I was almost between her legs and my ultimate goal when she finally spoke.

“Stop.”

Freezing, I gave her a confused look.

“Don’t.”

“It may be my first time, but if you walk me through it—”

“It’s not you. I… appreciate the effort, but I don’t like it.”

“At all?” She shook her head. I was so confused right now. I thought all girls liked it.

Her cheeks were slightly pink. “Sorry. I thought—I tried—” She took a breath. “The moment you got close—I can’t.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so flustered before. “Hey, it’s okay,” I said, crawling back up.

“It feels okay, but the tongue…” She shivered. “Sorry. I can’t. I just don’t like it.”

“You are a picky woman.” Her eyes widened slightly as I leaned in to kiss her. “But I like you anyway.”

“I’m picky?” she managed between kisses. “I don’t want to hear that from you.”

We made out for a bit and I enjoyed the feeling of her skin against mine. She was so soft and warm.

Breaking the current kiss, I backed off slightly. “Can I use my fingers?”

She nodded as my hand slowly moved down. “Maybe we should get a towel first,” she whispered. “Makes cleanup a bit easier…”

Taking her advice I quickly darted for the closet to grab one of my bigger ones. I also swung by my desk to grab a condom out of the box I had there. I’d bought it back when Emma and I first started going out. Kinda silly that it was only being put to use now, but in a way, it took as long as it needed. We were ready for this.

Returning to the bed, I found the interruption had killed some of the mood. Crazy how much emotions and stuff mattered. Now, we were two naked teens lying next to each other both awkwardly waiting for the other to do something.

“So glad this isn’t awkward or anything.”

She snorted, holding a hand up to her mouth.

“Stop,” she said, swatting at me. “Stop!”

I didn’t, lightly brushing my fingers over her leg.

“What? I’m not allowed to touch you? Going to make this whole operation really difficult.”

She giggled. “It tickles.”

“Thinking I should put my fingers to better use?” I asked as I altered course. Her eyes stared into mine, lower lip rolling inward as my fingers found themselves between her legs. She didn’t say anything as I teasingly slid my fingers over her slit. Nor when I slid one inside. The amusement in her face had vanished, replaced by a serious concentration. The intensity of her stare was something else. It was beyond anything she’d done to me before. I felt like she was trying to communicate everything she possibly could through her eyes alone.

I tried to remember everything she had told me last time we did this, but it was so damn hard to concentrate with her staring at me like that. The mood here was different than it had been then. There had been a lot of lust and desire mixed up there. Not saying it wasn’t here, but this was a different kind. It almost felt like before had been mostly about amusement. A sort of low-stakes fun. Now? This moment was serious. Enjoyable, of course, but there was a gravity here. Vulnerability. A shared understanding that we were opening up to one another. Showing the other what we were inside and praying that we would find acceptance there.

The only real feedback I got was the odd quiver or sharp breath as my fingers did the best they could. I wanted to ask if she was enjoying it. To ask if there was anything I could do to make it better, but I resisted. She told me she would let me know if I did anything she didn’t like, and I trusted her. Her eyes though. The pressure was crushing, yet I didn’t dare let up. I met her stare with everything I had. Even as my fingers cramped and my hand begged for relief, I didn’t stop. All I could do was meet her stare with one of my own.

Closing her eyes, I felt her legs tighten around my hand. It wasn’t the earth-shattering orgasm I’d been hoping for, but there it was. The only noise she made was a slight whimper as her hand gripped my arm to steady herself. It reminded me a lot of our moment in the shower. Yeah, it was subdued, but I couldn’t help but feel my chest swell with pride. I’d done that. Emma was cumming because of me. My effort and work brought this wonderful woman pleasure. No one else. Only me.

When she finally relaxed, I withdrew my hand and worked the kinks out—hopefully where she couldn’t see. Opening her eyes, she greeted me with a wide smile.

“Good?”

“The best,” she whispered, stroking my face. Her eyes wandered lower. “You know, you’ll probably last longer if we take care of that first and let you recover.”

“Kinda just want to stick it in.”

“Barbarian.”

“A civilized barbarian, thank you very much. A barbarian would have simply tossed you on the bed and had their way with you. I had the decency to warm you up first.”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into a kiss. “How sweet of you.”

We kissed for a bit longer before she released me. There was an almost businesslike way she took the condom and opened it. Her eyes were pointed down as I felt her move to put it on. A twinge of fear and excitement ran through me as her eyes flicked up to meet mine.

“What?” I whispered.

“I was thinking… Maybe…” One of my eyebrows went up as I waited for her to say what was on her mind. “I don’t want to use a condom.”

“Isn’t that a rule? No exceptions?”

“For the group. And I will always use a condom with them. Tonight though…” Her hand pulled away as she let the unused condom fall to the bed. No response on my part was needed. She had made the decision and was standing by it.

It was time.

Rolling her onto her back, I slipped between her legs. My heart raced as I stared at her.

“Isaac?” I blinked out of my stupor. She gave me an encouraging smile. Deep breath, I awkwardly scooted forward.

I was nervous. I knew she could tell because I could tell. It didn’t help that I missed, too busy focusing on her. That pretty much snowballed as I got more and more flustered. To the point where I could feel my erection fading.

“Here.” Her voice was warm as she reached down and guided me to where I needed to be.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Breathe, Isaac.”

Deep breath.

And like that, I was inside.

It was so much better than I’d ever imagined. Like, unbelievable. I almost expected to find a teasing look on Emma’s face. A form of, ‘congrats on finally punching that v-card!’ Nothing like that waited for me. All I saw was a warm smile and tears. Tears of someone so happy it leaked out.

Holding her close, I was probably fairly terrible, lost in the overwhelming emotion of everything. It was pretty much me humping against her. There was almost a desperation to my thrusts, but I couldn’t help it. Beyond how good it felt, it was Emma. I was finally, at long last, with Emma. Connected both physically and emotionally. I cursed as I awkwardly had to fit myself back in several times, the excitement and instinct driving me more than anything.

“Emma,” I gasped, knowing my time was fast approaching. I knew I should slow down; try to prolong it. Nothing was going to stop this train though. I’d already gone off the edge and was waiting for the impact. I said her name, over and over as I felt the familiar pressure inside me. The entire thing was one-sided. My room filled with the sounds of my grunts and groans as she silently accepted everything. I was probably a horrible partner, selfishly losing myself to the pleasure I felt. My body wasn’t listening to me though. All I could do was thrust against her again and again.

“I love you,” I gasped, feeling her tense as I rammed myself against her. “I love you so much, Emma.”

I looked into her wide eyes as I hit my limit. Instinct took me as I shoved myself as deep as I could into her. Burying my face in her chest, I had one hell of an orgasm. As I shuddered against her, I felt her wrap her arms around me, holding me against her as I gasped for air. Sweat ran from my face as I took ragged breath after breath.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I felt my strength leave me. Pushing myself up, I found those wonderful blue eyes of hers waiting for me. Had... she enjoyed it? It was hard to get a read on her. I dug deep to push a grin on my face as I attempted to release the anxiety inside me. “Please tell me that was at least five minutes.”

She ignored the quip, staring at me. “Did you mean that?”

“Huh?”

Annoyance briefly flashed over her face. “What you said. Do you really mean that?”

Blinking it dawned on me. “I love you, Emma.”

Was not expecting more tears.

“Really?”

“I love you.”

“You love me.”

“I love you.”

She wiped at her eyes, smiling as she struggled to keep herself calm.

“I love you,” she choked out.

I grinned, channeling my inner Han Solo.

“I know.”

No idea if she got the reference, but she laughed anyway before pulling me into one of the best kiss of my life.