Saturday night was bright and promising. Although I hadn't had much sleep during the second half of the week, my eyes glimmered with excitement. My date with Luke kept all my neurons occupied, so the trepidation my research had caused during the last couple of days blurred out and didn't break into my lust-filled thoughts.

In the shower, I felt a rush of anticipation when I thought Luke's hands would probably be touching my skin later, like mine were doing at that moment. I caressed my body as I spread the silkiest lotion I had over it. I lit up some candles, because their orange dim light made my skin glow in a sexier way. I run my fingers along the inner part of my thighs and continued up my abdomen and breasts. I closed my eyes and tried to memorize the soft touch of my skin. I wanted to be able to remember it if I grew older and drier.

I turned sideways and leaned forward to grab my black jeans, and saw the shadow of my curvy back on the wall. My heart raced and I felt vibrations between my legs when I thought what Luke's reaction would be if he saw me in that position.

When the doorbell rang, I loosened my ponytail and let my hair hang free. I felt seductive and overjoyed.

I opened the door and almost fainted at the sight of his alluring face. I sighed and smiled, and he bit his lip.

"Am I the only one who's so nervous that feels dizzy?" he admitted.

Was that already a confession of how much he liked me? I blushed until I was the same shade as a tomato.

"Definitely not." I said, and he took my hand.

"Come on, we have quite a long way." he said, and led me to his car.

"I'm intrigued. Give me a clue about the place you're taking me to."

"I can't, because, if tell you, you probably won't come with me." he said, in a playful tone.

"Oh, really? Then I must know, so I can decide for myself."

He shook his head and then nailed his green eyes into mine. I normally would have wished my eyes weren't so see-through, so easily penetrable, but with him, I didn't care about that anymore. Even if his weren't that accessible, I trusted him, and I wanted him to get inside me, in every possible way.

"You don't have a choice, actually. If you don't want to come, I'll kidnap you and take you with me anyway."

I laughed.

"Then tell me where we are going."

"I have a sailor friend. He's waiting for us at the beach. We'll escape in his boat and we'll see the world together." he said as he started the engine, and he smiled the broadest smile I had ever seen on his face.

I couldn't help to smile like a fool myself.

"I'll only agree to it if we go to Italy first. That's where the best food is."

We laughed, and he drove for a long time. I couldn't see much of where we were going. The lights of the car and the full moon were the only things that illuminated our way. He turned on the radio. Something by The Beatles accompanied us to our destination. We kept stealing coy glances at each other, anticipating what we both knew would happen after, and I smiled when I thought how perfectly the lyrics of the song described that tension between us. We got off the car after half an hour, and I found myself in a deserted field. I could hear the ocean roar nearby. Luke took out a lantern from his pocket and led the way. I wasn't very skillful in my tight black jeans, so Luke took my hand many times along the way. I shivered every time he did that, so I doubted it was the best method to prevent me from falling. But I didn't care, I just wanted to touch him.

"I know where we are!" I blurted, as I realized I had been there before. "This is the Seven Sisters!"

The Seven Sisters were a series of imposing white cliffs to the east of Brighton. We had been there many times when Nora needed to breathe fresh air. I decided not to share that with Luke, because I didn't want to ruin our moment.

"I love how the waves break onto the cliffs... How the sea roars. It's so powerful... it's almost scary." he confessed as we sat down, just at the edge of a cliff. "It makes me want to capture that strength and use it in other areas of my life."

The sky was passion red. We looked at the sea and I comprehended what he meant. That place really was spectacular. However, for the minutes we were silent, I mostly stared at him, immensely fascinated by us, by what we were starting.

"And now, you'll see that the best food isn't always in Italy."

He turned around and opened a bag I hadn't even realized he had taken from the car. He took out some plastic boxes and opened them. The smell of lasagna instantly climbed up my nostrils and made my stomach growl. It couldn't be true.

"Did you make that?" I asked, in awe.

He nodded and bit his lip. Lasagna was my favorite food, but I'd surely rather eat him at that moment. He was touching every one of my turn on switches, and I felt enraptured.

"I... I can't believe you did this, Luke."

"And I brought dessert." he whispered into my ear, turning me on some more. "But let's eat this first, before it gets cold."

I doubted anything would get cold close to us, because our bodies irradiated fire.

We ate the lasagna and then he took out chocolate soufflés from another plastic box. I was in ecstasy.

"You did all this, and I didn't bring anything. How can I pay you back?" I asked, and I flushed as I said it, because many ways occurred to me immediately.

He closed his eyes and smiled playfully. Then, he said:

"You could give me a massage."

"Yes, I was thinking about something like that as well."

He got closer to me and put his arm around my waist. My heart raced and I couldn't maintain a constant breathing rhythm any longer. Somewhere in my craving body, I found the courage to move my arm and slowly touch his face. He didn't get his eyes of me, and his hankering gaze made my insides crumble completely. I moved my fingers down to his jaw and reached his lips. His lips. He closed his eyes.

"God. Tess." he said, and he gasped.

He kissed the tips of my fingers, and I exhaled intensely. I was bursting with desire. He took my hand in his, and rested them on his lap. He closed his eyes again, and he sighed.

I couldn't believe that moment was real, and mine. Mine and Luke's. All the parts of my brain were living it at the same time, not a single one drifted away to a fear or to a happy memory, because I didn't have many memories that were more intense than that moment in the hill. My whole self was there, with that overwhelming boy, and I felt alive.

"Tessa, I want you... so much."

Hearing those words from his tantalizing lips was bound to make me utterly insane. And I didn't care, which was a sign I was already reckless.

"Me, too."

Our faces irradiated tumultuous passion and euphoria.

He pulled me to him and kissed me. I responded to his kiss with a deeper one, and put my arms around his neck. I put my body as close to his as I could, while we kissed more and more anxiously. He bit my bottom lip, and I moaned. He continued biting my lip, and then my chin, and next he descended through my neck, kissing and gently biting it, until he got to my shoulder. Instinctively, I tried to pull him closer and I fell on the grass. I lied there slowly, and he lied on top of me.

"God, Tess. I loved looking at your lips, but kissing them is even better."

He kissed me again, and moved his hands from my waist upwards, under my top. I explored his mouth with my tongue, and then moved on to kissing his neck. I couldn't control myself, I felt caught in a spell, caught in a fervid spell. He kissed my neckline, every patch of skin my clothes didn't cover. I moved my hands up and down his back and coiled my legs around his.

We stopped kissing for a second, and I saw the contour of his full lips in the dim light. I imprisoned the bottom one between mine. He moved his hands along my whole body over my clothes, touching my breasts, my thighs, and my butt, after tossing around so that I lay on top of him. We tossed around again, and he asked me:

"Can I undress you some more?"

"Yes." I said, breathless. What I meant was "Please".

He took off my black jeans and groaned as he caressed my legs. I heard the waves crash against the cliffs in the background. I couldn't believe we were doing that, there. I had never planned my first time would be like that. I imagined it... in a more conventional way. With someone I had known for a long time, in a bed. And still, right then, at the top of a cliff, over the sea, I felt nothing could be more right, or more delightful. I felt comfortable and sure, not nervous, like I would have predicted.

"Oh, Tess, you have such sensual skin. It drives me crazy."

He took off his T-shirt, and I touched and moved the tip of my tongue along his clavicle, and then continued down his sternum to his abdomen.

"Oh, Tess, that's so hot. How can you look so innocent... and then be... so... sizzling?"

He took off my top and tossed me as he bent his knees backwards, so that I was sitting on his lap with my legs wide open. It was only us and the dark sea, which looked and sounded almost as fierce as us in that moment. Luke kissed my cleavage wildly, and said:

"I am going to eat you, Tess. Every piece of you. How can I like you this much? You don't know how much I want you."

Hearing him say things like that turned me on astonishingly. I didn't know I could be that aroused. He got rid of his jeans. Seeing how badly he craved me sent me over the edge. I kissed him again and he moaned loudly. I didn't know how to do that, any of that, but my instinct and my hormones showed me the way. He undid my bra and lied over me again, to free me of my lace knickers. I was lying naked on the grass, and I didn't care. I realized it must be very cold, but I was sizzling hot. I was floating. He put his hand between my legs and made me vibrate.

"Oh... Luke... gosh..." I said, gasping and convulsing.

I moaned loudly in his ear. The pleasure I felt marveled me. It was almost too much pleasure. I was trembling.

"How can you do it so well?" I asked, surprised, while he kissed my neck and caressed my hips.

"I was a woman before the operation."

We laughed and he kissed my neckline fervidly, reaching my abdomen. He continued down my abdomen, while he kept his hands in my hips. He passed my belly button with his mouth and stopped. He looked up and penetrated my soul with his emerald eyes, which looked even brighter than usual that fiery dark night. They were ignited with longing. He started to kiss me there, sending me over the edge again, while he moved his hands backwards, under me, to lift me towards him. He stopped and said to me:

"How can you turn me on so much?"

He got up on his knees to contemplate me, fully naked on the grass, on our own paradise, and lied on top of me again.

"You're so sensual, Tess. I am dying to make love to you." he whispered, while he looked directly into my eyes, piercing them with his dilated pupils, from beneath his sleepy lashes.

"Do it." I pleaded.

He kissed me harshly and I put my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Suddenly, he started to make his way into me. He detained when I moaned a complainant moan.

"Am I hurting you?"

I felt pain as if he didn't fit into me.

"Yes, a bit. Don't worry."

He looked at me concernedly. I brushed my lips against his and his expression changed back to full-on longing. He bit me and let his hands wonder over my pale body again. I moved my hands along his body as well, starting by his lower back, and getting up to his nape. He responded by moving against me vigorously. I wanted to make him explode.

"Hearing you breathe like this drives me insane, Tess... Do you want more?"

I looked intensely at him, and he penetrated me further. It still hurt me, and pain must have showed on my face, because he stopped again and kissed me for a while. Then, he suggested I lay on top of him. I did, opening my legs as much as I could, inviting him to fill me. I started to move my hips in circles over his pelvis, and, suddenly, he grabbed my butt and barged in. This time I didn't feel pain, I just felt lust and craving for him and arousal, building up very fast inside me, ready to explode any second.

"Oh, Tess..." he cried, as I sped up my circular movements. "You're so... damn... hot..."

I stretched my arms and lifted my body back, supporting myself on my wrists. He looked up, so that he could see how he got in and out of me. Then he moved his eyes up my body, passing my belly and my waist, my cleavage and finally my face.

"I love how you move your belly... and I love how you look at me..."

Still in that position, I sped up some more and started to feel my explosion. I loved looking at his wild, crazed face, yearning for me.

"Oh yes, Tess... Keep up... Don't stop... Oh..."

He grabbed me by my butt and pressed me closer to him strongly. He groaned loudly and rolled his eyes, screaming my name. I convulsed repeatedly and collapsed on top of him.

"Oh, Tess, that was... supreme." he said, and he smiled and then kissed my forehead sweetly.

"It was amazing." I agreed, and kissed him softly on the lips.

He caressed my hair, and then my back, sending chills through my spine. I was so happy. I felt truly relaxed, and blissful, and wishful, and enchanted and marveled by how real and stimulating life could be. Fascinated by how strong emotions could be.

"You're beautiful." he told me, still breathless, with an eager smile on his face. "Your face... is like a way of... radiant things. Your lips... your turquoise eyes..."

He touched my lips, and my cheeks, and my nose, and my eyelids as if they were delicate treasures.

Suddenly, a sensation I had never experienced before crept into my mind. Swiftly, I needed Luke to stay with me for a long time. It scared me to think it rationally, but, after what we had shared, lying there on top of him, I knew I was falling in love with him. And, even more frighteningly, I knew I had deliberately agreed to that fall. Nonetheless, I didn't feel vulnerable. I felt like I was floating over an orange sunset.

I hugged Luke and wished my wish would diffuse into his brain, so that would feel as wonderstruck as me. His caresses made my head spin and sent worry away, and I fell asleep on his bare chest. I didn't dream of anything, because there was nothing more desirable than reality.

The full moon shone on the grass, and on our bare skin. I couldn't believe we were just some miles away from Brighton. I felt as if I was in another universe, in another dimension. I wanted to have that forever. Knowing that life could be so miraculous, that I could feel that alive, made me promise myself I would do everything in my power to not have to let it go.

After a few minutes, we overcame hyperventilation, and I managed to speak normally again.

"I have something to confess..." I whispered, trying not to break the peaceful and magical silence that surrounded us.

"What is it?" he asked, gently removing a strand of my hair from my forehead.

"It makes me nervous..."

"What is it?" he inquired, less calm than before. "Should I be nervous?"

"No, no... Not at all. It's just... this was... my first time."

Even if he probably didn't notice because of the darkness, I blushed. I was afraid he would think less of me after hearing that. It was not so typical among people our age to be a virgin at twenty-two. I was scared he would think nobody had wanted me before. However, when I found the courage to face him, he looked pleased and satisfied, not taken aback.

"Wow... That is... so great." he said. "It's so special."

"It is." I admitted, and he kissed my lips softly.

"Was I too blunt? Was I not gentle enough?"

"No, no! You were great. Everything was great."

"You were great too. I can't believe you hadn't done this before."

I smiled. He had his arms around me, and caressed my back in a heavenly way. I hesitated for a couple of minutes, but I decided to ask something I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to.

"How was yours? Your first time, I mean."

"Do you really want to know?"

"I... I am not so sure."

He laughed, and his chest trembled beneath me.

"Well, I will only say it was definitely not as special as this. It was kind of ordinary."

"How old were you?"

"Sixteen."

Wow. Sixteen. He had been having sex for seven years, and I hadn't had it until that night. I wondered how many women he had slept with in all those years. I decided I didn't want to ask anything else, and he didn't say anything either. Our breathing slowed down, and, together with the waves, it soothed us into sleep.

A few hours later, I opened my eyes into Luke's green sapphires. They were mate in the early morning light, drowsy. I couldn't believe we had fallen asleep on the cliffs. It was really cold, and, even if there was nothing and nobody around, I felt too exposed being there naked in an increasingly light sky, so I grabbed my jacket and put it over our intertwined bodies.

I breathed deeply and the salt air and Luke's smell besotted me.

"Good morning." I whispered.

"Good morning, beautiful." he said, smiling his perfect smile, and I blushed.

Was I dreaming?

He brushed his lips across my face, starting by my forehead and melting at my mouth, in an assassin kiss. The electrical potential that kiss sent through my neurons made me respond wildly. He groaned and it was as if we hadn't slept after the sex last night. This was a continuation that seemed to lead to an even greater finale.

He turned us around, lied on top of me and put his hand between my legs as he kissed me. I started moaning, but suddenly remembered anyone could see us, so I pushed him off me, in a limbo between reality and ecstasy.

"It's almost completely light now. Somebody could see us."

He nodded, but I knew hearing my rapid, aroused breathing was making it hard for him to resist the urge to start touching me savagely again. He slowly lifted his body off mine and we stood up. We were both standing completely naked, on a public place, in the daylight. It was so irresponsible, and yet...

Yet, he looked so hot. Before I could change my mind, I rapidly crossed the distance between us and locked him to me with a kiss again. He put his arms around my thighs and lifted me up in the air. I twirled my legs around his hips, and felt him against me; his longing for me. He bit my neck and whispered how much he wanted me into my ear. I seriously wondered if I would lose my mind.

"You're just so... sexy..." he said, as he bent slowly till we were lying on the grass again.

He let me fall on it first, and then climbed on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and put my arms behind my head, lifting my breasts up. He squeezed them ardently, and, without any warning, he entered me. I almost exploded. That much pleasure was bound to make me crazy. I burst, under him, and he broke out when I moaned.

The force of the waves crashing down never sounded the same after that night.

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