He crawled atop me ridding my clothes in a single breath as if he had been coveting my body forever, his kisses peppering my neck and breasts while I allowed him to touch me in ways no one had ever before. I ran my fingers through his blonde hair then down his muscular back, his skin soft like silk, his veins bulging vertically down his strong arms.
He didn't go straight to the point, no, first he allowed me to taste anticipation, to crave feeling him from the inside. I understood then why people praise sexual pleasure, he taught me the one hundred ways in which our bodies could indulge.

He fondles my thighs kissing my flat stomach, then at last he penetrates me as I begin to feel the lustful pain of losing my innocence. A single tear escaped my eye, he kissed the trail it left behind then my delicate lips while still delivering himself in me, as gently as he could manage. I can still feel his moisten breath brush against my ear, and the way he would whisper grunts of satisfaction.

When it was over he carried me to his room, laid me on his bed then fell asleep with arms wrapped around me. I, exhausted, cannot sleep however.