Oct 28, 2013
sidneysages replied to your post: ...
CAN YOU SEND ME A LINK PLS
http://neitherheavenorhell.tumblr.com/post/65294508818/wait-what-channel-is-it-coming-on-temme-omg-hurry
seen from Japan
seen from Belarus
seen from Philippines
seen from Russia
seen from Russia
seen from Philippines
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Russia
seen from Germany
seen from Italy
seen from Russia
sidneysages replied to your post: ...
CAN YOU SEND ME A LINK PLS
http://neitherheavenorhell.tumblr.com/post/65294508818/wait-what-channel-is-it-coming-on-temme-omg-hurry
okay so i know that this is super duper late, but i have been having mad crazy writer's block and have written this about five times until i scrapped it completely and wrote this version. i'm super duper sorry! i meant to do it way earlier, but midterms and life have ruined me. sorry steph! I hope you like my birthday present! (though late) (we still have to do our chit chat :)) love you!!! *muah*
Gale stared at his best friend, attempting for the first time to give the puppy eyes that worked so well on him. He even stuck out his bottom lip and struggled with whether or not he was actually making it tremble or was just shaking his head now. God, how does Posy even do this?
Katniss laughed, throwing her head back and leaning onto her boyfriend. The blond shot him a sheepish smile, while stifling a chuckle underneath his breath.
Gale frowned, standing up straight and wiping the ridiculous look off of his face. “You guys are dicks.”
His friend wiped the tears from her eyes, trying her hardest to not burst into laughter again. “I’m sorry, Gale.” She laughed then. “Okay, I’m not. It’s just funny. It’s a really cheesy idea.” She glanced at her boyfriend. “And I’m dating him. That’s gotta say something to you.”
He scowled at both of them. “Why do I even say anything to the both of you? It’s cheesy coming from a cornball like the Pillsbury Dough Boy over there, but from me? It’s romantic.”
Peeta frowned. “Will you stop calling me fat?”
He looked him dead in the eye, opening his mouth for a smart aleck retort, but stopped. “No.” With that he turned around, grabbing his jacket and keys off of the table. “I’ll be back. I’m going to go pick up Madge. This shit better be perfect by the time I get back. Get to it.”
He ignored the taunting kissing noises his friends sent his way as he exited the Mellark household. They didn’t know how smooth Gale Hawthorne could be when he tried.
xxx
Gale knocked on the front door of Madge’s house and nervously tapped his fingers against his thighs as he waited. Five minutes later he called the birthday girl, only to get no answer. “Fuck,” he muttered underneath his breath. His only job was to bring her to her party and somehow he was already fucking that up.
He opened the door, peeking his head through. “Undersee!” His voice echoed through the huge house. “Madge! Where the hell are you?”
“Don’t swear at me on my birthday!”
Gale groaned. “’Hell’ is not a swear!”
Pale legs descended the stairs and a grinning blonde galloped down the stairs, barefooted. “Would you yell at Posy if she said it?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t count, she’s six.”
“You can’t argue with me it’s my birthday.”
He grinned at her. She was right. There was no way he could argue with her about that, so he kept his mouth closed.
She slipped into flats and spun around for him. “How do I look?” The red dress lifted as she spun, exposing most of her upper thigh to Gale. He fought a blush, but ultimately failed. “Keep in mind that it’s my birthday so you basically have to tell me I look amazing whether or not that is true.”
He looked her up and down, the dress hugged her chest, but flared out at her hips and her blonde hair hung in curls around her shoulders with her signature ribbon forcing the curls away from her bright eyes.
“Pretty dress.”
She grinned, grabbing his hand with one of hers and her jacket with the other. “Now, let’s get to my party. Everyone’s waiting for me.” She paused for a moment to lock the door. “Did Peeta make me cupcakes?”
“If he hasn’t eaten them already.”
She slapped his chest, though laughing along with him. “Don’t be so mean to him, Gale. We can’t take the chance that he’ll never make us cupcakes again?”
xxx
The car ride was comfortable as things always were between the two. As soon as they formed a bond, they were drawn to each other, always on each other’s beer pong team or found huddled in a corner whispering and laughing with each other. Everyone could see it, just twiddling their thumbs until the couple finally realized and acted on their feelings. Two years later and Gale was finally taking steps toward making his feelings known.
He stared at her, cutting the engine, his hand reaching out and holding her wrist. “Just wait a second, okay?” His eyes raked over her features, taking in her lips open in a perfect ‘o’ shape. She seemed surprised for a moment before her surprise turned into delight at her prospective present.
“Shut your eyes, alright. I’ll know if they’re open so don’t try and trick me, Undersee.”
She grinned, shutting her eyes. “I’m not Posy, Gale. You don’t have to scold me.”
He chuckled, “I know I know it’s your birthday.”
He shuffled about, considering the best way to kiss her. “Gale,” she whispered, her hands twisting the fabric of her skirt.
‘Happy birthday, Madge,’ and he murmured, finally getting up the nerves to lean in and kiss her. His lips pressed against hers, his eyes shut tight. He hadn’t even noticed that the blonde had immediately opened her eyes at the feel of his lips against hers. She faltered for a moment before returning the kiss, reaching her hand out to cup his cheek. He groaned as Madge pressed forward, climbing over the center console to sit herself on his lap.
Both of her hands were now running through his thick hair, and she thanked God that she hadn’t hit her knees or gotten tangled up in her own limbs as she climbed. Luck was on her side.
She pushed lightly against his chest, panting as she tried to catch her breath. “That-“
He grinned, kissing the underside of her chin. “Did you like your present?”
She answered by pressing her lips to his again, her lips stretched into a grin. It brought a smile to his own lips, which were stretched so wide that they were hardly kissing anymore. His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking while simultaneously making sure not to leave any marks on her pale flesh, skin like that was bound to be sensitive.
Her breaths were ragged, her chest rising and falling deliciously right underneath his chin. He couldn’t help but dip his head and kiss the tops of her breasts, his hands reaching out to push her jacket away from her shoulders. Madge moaned, helping him remove her jacket and tossing it into the backseat.
Her hands came up to cup his visage, with her thumbs on each of his cheeks while her fingertips scratched the edge of his hairline. He groaned. He had a thing about his scalp being scratched and it was like Madge inherently knew exactly what got him off.
Gale wrapped one hand around her torso, reaching the back of her neck to press her body to his, while his other rested on her hip, his thumb rubbing circles through the fabric.
She pulled away for a moment to catch her breath, her forehead pressed against his. “What time is it?”
He blinked slowly, pressing a single kiss to her upper lip. “It’s time for us to kiss some more.”
She shook her head, blonde curls sliding against his face. “But,” he kissed the edge of her mouth, “the,” he kissed her bottom lip, “party,” he sucked her bottom lip between his. This time she pulled away completely, accidentally hitting the horn with her back and jumping at the sound. Small hands pressed against his chest, forcing him to keep still. “I can’t ditch my own birthday party, Gale.”
His hands gripped her thighs, moving upwards. “Do we have to?”
She nodded, sliding back and accidentally kicking him in the knee as she attempted to maneuver herself back into her seat. “I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, hiding her face in her hands. This was embarrassing. As soon as she finally got Gale right where she wanted she showed him her true colors as a complete clumsy mess.
He laughed, rubbing at his sore knee. “Let’s go.” He jogged to the other side, opening the door for her with a bow. “Birthday girl.” The blonde laughed, grabbing his outstretched hand with a smile. Gale bowed his head, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
They turned toward the Mellark household, the lights were dark, but the music was loud, the bass sending vibrations into the ground at their feet. “I thought it was supposed to be a small intimate gathering.”
Gale turned to her, shrugging his broad shoulders. “That’s what I thought, but it doesn’t seem like it does it?”
She shook her head. It didn’t look like it at all, but Madge wasn’t one to complain, so long as she got a few hefty slices of Peeta’s pastries. “There’s cake though right?”
“We’re talking about Dough Boy here.”
“Booze?”
“Do you know who you’re talking to? How would I be able to interact with Dough Boy without it?”
“Be nice,” she warned. They took the steps up to the door. Madge’s heart was beating harder than usual and as if on cue Gale squeezed her hand as he opened the door.
A choir sang, “Happy birthday!”
Madge’s free hand came up to her flushed cheeks. The blonde had never been keen on being the center of attention.
Gale leaned in to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Happy birthday, Madge.”
hey steph you're amazing
sidneysages replied to your post: That girl is me. Ma...
u bitch
he found my blog and he sent me his adress and we fell in love.
idk who is that bitch who took us the pic. i hope it won't ruin anything
heeey I started to read your fics yesterday and I'm already in love @_@ Your writing is AMAZING! *_*
daemonblak replied to your post: I lost Leticia she is gon...
SY DRIAN
shhh bby it's okay
sidneysages replied to your post: I lost Leticia she is gon...
omg
I'M SCARED SAVE ME
I swore I'd never write a firsttime!sex scene for sydrian because it's just not my bag but this is something special for Steph on her birthday so I couldn't refuse! This kind of turned into a mashup of a few different things so I hope it's okay and I hope you had a wonderful birthday, lovely! [x posted to ff.net]
"Thank you," I whispered softly to him, my mouth pressed up against his ear as we lay twined in the backseat of the Ivashkinator. Parked underneath the hill where we'd just finished having a perfectly romantic late night picnic. Instead of stereotypical strawberries and champagne he'd surprised me with slushes and gelato. And pie. Of course, pie. Kind of gross when put all together, I flat out refused to eat the pie until later, but it was the thought that counted. He assured me he had a much better present for me, but it was still in the process of being finalized. As if I cared about presents. "You really didn't have to do any of this," I told him.
"Not everyday the love of my life turns 19," he whispered back, turning his head so he was facing me. "Did you have a good birthday?"
"Best birthday ever," I murmured, lazily letting the distance between our mouths disappear. We kissed in the dark of the car for awhile. Sweet, slow kisses that quickly turned fierce and hungry as the tight space forced our bodies to grind against each other, being wrapped up in the picnic blanket only adding to the heat that was rising between us.
My hands wandered underneath his shirt to brazenly stroke his stomach, his chest, shoulders, anywhere I could reach. His lips moved from my mouth, to my jaw, to my neck. Hard, bruising kisses that made me gasp. Oh, it felt so good. To be this close to him. To have him all to myself like this. I wanted him so badly. I wanted all of him, in every way. I let my fingernails dig into his skin and I felt him groan, the sound vibrating against me as he continued kissing all the bare skin my modestly cut dress allowed him access to. I wished for the dress to disappear and for his t-shirt and jeans to follow. I didn't want there to be anything between us. I wanted skin on skin. I wanted to know the warmth of him against me. My body arched against his, aching. His lips found their way back to mine, kissing me roughly. I'd never felt anything like this before. A need like this. It was animalistic, primal. It made my skin flush hot and my body arch and twist restlessly as if it had a mind of its own. I pulled away from the kiss, both of us breathing hard.
"Adrian," I rasped, my voice as rough as sand paper. "Touch me."
He stared at me in the darkness, his hands wrapped around my waist. For a moment I thought he hadn't heard me, but then he whispered, "Where?"
I closed my eyes, my lips grazing against his as I whispered back, "Everywhere."
I felt his body go rigid. His hands didn't move. I kissed him again. A soft, quick kiss. Then another, then another. Pleading with my mouth. I scooted my body closer to his, begging with my hips. Just touch me, please.
He sighed loudly, shifting against me in a completely different way. Uncomfortable. "Sage..." he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "We should stop."
My heart stuttered in my chest. "Why?"
He planted a small kiss where his head lay burrowed. "You know why."
"No," I whispered, my throat tight. "I don't. Not really."
He lifted his head up to look at me, grinning wryly. "If I start doing...bad things," he murmured, "I'm not sure I'll be able to stop."
"Who said anything about stopping?" I grinned back.
He blinked at me. Then shook his head, scoffing. "No way."
"No way what?" I stiffened in his embrace.
"We're not having sex in a car, if that's what you're implying."
"Why do you get to decide where and when we have sex?" I was flushed with a different kind of frustration now. "First it was not in a spirit dream, then not on the couch, not when I'm going to be rushing to get back to Amberwood before curfew. And now, not in a car. Not when we have the whole night to do whatever we want. It's starting to seem like..." I trailed off, not wanting to start an argument.
"Like what?" Adrian was as equally annoyed.
"Like...you're just coming up with excuses to say no," I finally answered, unexpected wetness pricking at my eyes. "We've established that Jill isn't an issue anymore so it just seems like...I don't know. You don't want to be with me...in that way. Maybe you're not attracted to me as sexually as way I am to you. I know I don't..." I trailed off again, sighing. "I know I'm not..." I looked back to Adrian, who was just staring at me like I'd grown another head or was speaking a foreign language. "You know..." I cleared my throat, feeling stupid. "Well I haven't got much to brag about, you know. Body-wise."
Even in the dark I could see Adrian's eyebrows raise incredulously. "Are you...are you serious?" He finally sputtered. I said nothing in response.
"You...you honestly think...the reason we haven't..." He shook his head at me. "You are ridiculous, you know that?"
I blushed. "I just-"
"You," Adrian cut me off, moving so he was on top of me. His weight pressed down on me as he spoke, "are too smart to be so stupid."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I huffed, my chest heaving tightly against his.
"You honestly think," he dropped his voice low, "that I'm not having sex with you...because I'm not attracted to you?"
"Well after you consistently turn me down, what am I supposed to think?" I shot back.
"Don't you have any idea at all what you do to me?" He continued, the annoyance in his voice replaced with something else, something that made my skin tingle all over. "Don't you realize how hard it is for me to hold it together when we're like this? Just thought of you, Sydney..." His grip on my waist tightened as he spoke, his voice getting rougher and rougher, "It drives me crazy. Seriously fucking crazy. You...underneath me, naked, letting me do things to you...God, if you even knew all the things I want to do to you..." I bit my lip, his words unhinging me in a dangerous way. "I just want our first time...your first time...to be perfect. I want to do everything right. The right place, the right time. I need to do that for you. You understand that, don't you?"
"What's not right about this?" I breathed, "It's you. And me."
I could tell I was wearing him down, much farther than I ever had before when we were in this position. My heartbeat quickened with nervous excitement. "Adrian, I want you."
"I want you, too," he said. "You know I want you." He shook his head. "But, really...a car? You're not losing your virginity in a car."
"First of all," I replied, "It is my virginity, after all. I think I'll be the one deciding when and where I lose it. Second of all, I happen to love this car. And I love you."
"I love you," he murmured back, "I love you so much."
"Just kiss me," I demanded softly.
He leaned down, his weight pressing hard against me as our lips met. There was something decidedly more sexual about our position now. I let my hips rock shamelessly against his as we kissed. I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and tugged until it was no longer a barrier between us. He kissed my mouth, my face, my neck, all the while murmuring sweet things to me. Finally, finally, I felt his hands slide up my waist, fingers on the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down slowly, too slowly, then rested his hand at my side.
"You want it off?" He asked, his voice hoarse. I nodded emphatically. Belatedly, as he was sliding the straps down my shoulders, I wished I had thought to wear nicer underwear. But the dress was white, which didn't leave me much room for color or anything particularly fancy. The dress was around my waist now. I lifted my body up, helping Adrian pull it down my legs and off. I frowned as I looked down at my plain white bra and underwear. Hardly an impressive sight.
"Jesus," I heard Adrian breathe. With more grace than humanly possible, he flipped us over so I was on top of him now. "I just want to look at you."
Shy, yet still determined, I dipped my head away from his penetrating, awed gaze and set to work on unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, which he allowed in silence, his hands remaining chastely at my waist. I couldn't help but giggle as we both had to work to tug his slim fit pants down until they joined his shirt and my dress on the floorboard of the car. We were both in our underwear now, me straddling him. I could feel him hard against me. Nervous energy buzzed through me. He squeezed my waist. "Come here," he said.
I stayed put, reaching behind my back to undo the clasp of my bra. The straps fell around my shoulders. I took a deep breath, then reached back around to the front of my body to pull it off completely.
This time, I didn't have to ask him to touch me. His hands were everywhere, immediately. Caressing, teasing, making me close my eyes and bite my lip as my head fell forward. My palms fell flat against his chest, bracing myself.
"You are so beautiful," he said as his thumbs grazed in soft, circular motions over the peaks of my breasts, making me whimper. "So beautiful."
My body reacted helplessly, writhing on top of him. I could feel how hard he was, right underneath me. It was a surreal feeling. Partially in just knowing I could incite that reaction out of him and partially in knowing I'd be feeling it inside me soon. The thought alone was enough to make me shiver.
"Should I..." I panted, leaning forward slightly. "I brought protection."
He smirked up at me. "Of course you did."
"I just like to be prepared."
"Prepared to seduce me," he said.
"Well I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to," I teased. "I guess I'll just put my clothes back on-"
He pulled me forward with a growl, making me squeak in surprise and delight. I laughed, close enough to kiss him now, so I did. I loved kissing him, God, I loved kissing him. I loved the simple taste of him. The familiar way his mouth moved against mine. I loved his hands in my hair. I loved his skin on mine. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
We twisted in the blanket until we were side by side. His hand wormed its way between my legs. I sucked in my breath.
He groaned when his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of my underwear. A jolt went through me at the new, unfamiliar sensation. I made a small noise of approval, urging him on, and soon my underwear joined the party of discarded clothes. I was completely naked now which was exciting and a little unnerving. His hands explored my body ceremoniously, his breaths growing ragged, until one hand settled between my legs again. I couldn't control the sound that I made when his fingers started to stroke me there. They slid easily against me, making me moan softly. I'd never been touched like this. I never knew touching could feel this good.
"Adrian," I whispered, my hands tangling in his hair.
"Yeah?" he whispered back, a different sort of edge to his voice. Confident, teasing. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes," I whimpered, my body rocking mindlessly against his fingers. I was making all sorts of sounds. I was surprisingly unembarrassed. They sounded sexy to my own ears. I felt sexy. "Mmm," I moaned loudly, my inhibitions deteriorating by the second. "Oh, yes."
"You're so perfect," Adrian whispered, his fingers still working slick and steady against me. "God, you're so sexy."
I couldn't talk, I just kept whimpering and moaning while he touched me. Eventually his finger slid inside me, making me gasp.
"Is that okay?" he asked gently. I nodded and he started to slowly pump his finger in and out of me, all the while still using his thumb to rub soft circles against me.
I bit my lip hard. It didn't necessarily hurt, it just wasn't a feeling I was used to. I felt a considerable amount of pressure and I briefly worried how anything much bigger would comfortably fit inside me.
"You okay?" Adrian asked me softly. I nodded but Adrian had already removed his hand completely.
"You didn't have to stop," I breathed. "I was just getting used to it."
"We'll go slow," he murmured to me. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I only want you to feel good."
"I liked what you were doing before," I said. "That felt good."
"Oh, you mean this?" His fingers returned to stroking me.
I made a soft noise, my eyes fluttering closed again. "Mm, yes, that."
"You like that?" He teased, knowing full well just how much I did.
I kissed him hard in response and he continued to lazily work his fingers against me. Slow, caressing touches that unwound me from within.
He pushed against my mouth with his, nudging me up into a sitting position. He stopped touching me for a moment to bring his hands to my hips, rolling our bodies so he now sat upright and I straddled him. I lifted up onto my knees, hooking my arms around his neck and his hand returned between my legs, never once breaking the kiss. This position was a wonderful decision, I soon found out, as it gave us much more room to kiss freely as his fingers curled against me, stroking harder than before. I moaned into his mouth.
His lips strayed from mine to trail hard, biting kisses down my throat. He lingered there for a few moments, he knew how much I loved it when he kissed me there. I didn't care at all how many hickeys I was sure to have by the end of this. I hardly cared about anything other than what we were doing right now and how much I wanted it to to go on forever. I didn't even care when he bit down a little too hard and I felt the scrape of his fangs against my tender skin. I gasped, in surprise more than anything, and he immediately drew back from me.
"That was an accident," his voice was thick with guilt. "I'm sorry."
I shook my head, "No, no it's okay. I know." I leaned in to kiss him lovingly. I knew he'd never do anything like that without my express permission. I had half a mind to give him just that, but this was a night of many firsts already, perhaps it would be better to save something like that for another time. Or, you know, never. Still...I couldn't deny it had felt...well...good. And it had stirred the niggling curiosity that already existed inside me. I trusted Adrian more than anyone in the world and I wanted to be close to him in every way possible. I knew the sordid stigma around biting and sex, but I just couldn't bring myself to find anything Adrian and I did together wrong or unclean. We loved each other, which was the most beautiful, pure thing in the world. With that in mind, we simply kissed for awhile, reveling in the intimacy we were sharing.
Eventually his mouth moved away from mine again, this time lacing my neck with soft, delicate kisses. He continued his descent downward, his mouth teasing the tender skin around my nipple. His tongue flicked out, warm and wet, drawing circles around it. I closed my eyes again, falling back into the erotic rhythm we'd had before. He started stroking between my legs again, and with his free hand reached up to tease my other breast. I let out a loud, high pitched whimper. The sensation was overwhelming. Adrian, all over me. I breathed his name, hard and ragged. I felt my body start to twitch, my breath was in short gasps. "Adrian," I murmured again. My head fell forward in heavy ecstasy and it was only then, as I looked down at him, pressed hard against his boxers, that up to this point I'd been inexcusably selfish. I removed one of my hands from around his neck and let it slide down his chest, his taut stomach, and slipped it underneath his boxers. He groaned as soon as I touched him. For a moment, I froze. I'd never touched a boy like this before. I had a general idea of what I was supposed to do, but I was still in unfamiliar territory. When he made no protest, I tentatively wrapped my hand around the length of him and squeezed. He groaned again, his mouth still against my breast. "Oh, God, Sydney." I took that as a cue to continue. I moved my hand up and down slowly, marveling at how it felt to touch him like this. He was warm and hard in my hand and...well...quite...big. Not impossibly big, but I did worry for the second time if I hadn't taken into enough consideration how much him being inside me might hurt. It lasted only for a second. Adrian knew what he was doing, and he said we'd go slow, that he only wanted me to feel pleasure. And I trusted him to keep that promise. Even if it did hurt, I realized I didn't actually care so much. I wanted this. I wanted him. With a new rush of excitement I quickened my pace, squeezing harder as I stroked. His head fell back against the seat. "Fuck," he hissed. "That feels so good."
I was fascinated, holding him in my hand like this, making him moan and writhe just as he'd been doing to me. I felt powerful, sexy, and I loved knowing I was making him feel good.
We touched each other for awhile, our loud, panting breaths fogging up all the windows. The air in the car was hot and sticky. I could feel how wet I was as his fingers continued to touch and tease me. In an instant, I knew that this was the moment. My hand still tight around him, I leaned in for a kiss. "I'm ready," I whispered. He opened his eyes and gazed into mine. Beautiful emerald orbs lighting up the darkness around me. I wanted him, needed him, now. He didn't need to ask me if I was certain, it was clear in the way I looked at him, he knew. He laid me down gently, my bare skin against the blanket.
"It's in my purse," I murmured, and he knew to what I was referring. He twisted around to reach the front seat. I could hear him rummaging through my bag as my heart pounded with anticipation. This was really happening. I watched him as he slid down his boxers, taking in the sight of him, completely naked now. He was truly beautiful. My Adrian.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked with a sly grin.
"Very much so," I replied, watching intently as he unwrapped the condom and slid it onto himself.
He parted my legs and instructed me to wrap them around him, which I did without hesitation. He gripped my hips firmly and settled himself between my legs. I felt him press against my entrance. He moved slowly against me, allowing me to get used to the feel of him there. It felt good, the pressure of him against my most sensitive areas. He looked down at me, asking. I nodded. He slid inside me slowly and I tensed up out of instinct.
"Relax," he murmured sweetly. "I know it feels weird but it will feel much better if you relax." He stroked my sides in encouragement. I took a deep breath and willed myself to relax around him. He slid deeper into me and I had to mentally remind myself not to tense up. "Oh, I whispered. "Oh."
"Are you okay?" he asked me quickly. "Does it hurt?"
It did, a little bit, but in a way that was sort of good. Though I was being filled with something much bigger than his finger, this felt different, more pleasant. I didn't really know how to explain it, so I simply said, "No."
He started to move inside me slowly, cautiously. It was weird, it still kind of hurt, but there was that other sensation there as well. The strange, foreign pleasure I couldn't compare to anything I'd ever felt before. I felt myself relax more and more as he moved slowly, patiently inside me. My body was liquid, I let my eyes fall closed, all my fears and insecurities fading into nothing. "You can go faster," I told him.
He quickened the pace of his thrusts ever so slightly, I could still feel that he was holding himself back. "It doesn't hurt?" He asked again, a note of disbelief in his voice.
"It hurts," I admitted, "But it's not so bad. It feels good at the same time."
"If it gets to be too much, you have to tell me," he said seriously. "If you want to stop at any time, I will."
I nodded, smiling at his concern for me, but stopping was the last thing on my mind. I bucked my hips upward, meeting his thrusts, and soon we found our rhythm. It occurred to me, finally, that this was sex. Sex. I was having sex. For the first time. With Adrian.
The zips of pain were still there, but I found it easy to separate my mind from them and focus on the pleasure. Adrian wasn't holding back now, thrusting in and out of me as my body rocked helplessly against his. It was a struggle to keep my eyes open as the swirling feeling of euphoria started to overtake me, and eventually I gave in, letting my head fall back completely, my neck straining. I moaned. "Oh, Adrian.."
"I love you so much," he rasped as he made love to me, "So much."
He leaned down to kiss me, this position increasing the pain a bit, but I was far beyond caring at that point. I needed him this close to me, inside me, kissing me. "Sydney," he broke away from the kiss, breathing right against my ear. "I don't know how long I'll be able to last," he seemed a little embarrassed by this confession. "You're so tight. God, Sydney, you feel so good."
"You feel so good," I whispered back to him. "I love the way it feels...you inside me. I love you."
He groaned in pleasure as I tightened my grip around him, nails dragging down the skin of his back as he continued to move in and out me, harder, faster. We murmured nonsense words to each other, kissing in between, moaning into each other's mouths. And then my body tightened unexpectedly, and tightened again, and again. My moans turned high pitch, almost like screams, and Adrian covered my mouth with his. He kept his thrusts hard and steady as I spasmed wildly around him. Pain and pleasure twisted around each other, blending until I wasn't sure which was which. I hit a long, blinding peak of delirium, my vision blurring black as my eyes rolled back. I trembled as I came down from my high, my body going slack all over. Adrian soon followed suit, I watched in rapture as his eyebrows knitted together, his mouth parting, seemingly unable to move except for the small jerks of his pelvis. Then he slumped against me. Both of us breathing hard, sweaty and satisfied. I felt numb and tingly all over. I wanted to move so we were side by side again, so I look into his eyes and kiss his mouth, but my body weighed a thousand pounds. So we just stayed like that, for awhile, breathing against each other in the dark.
"So," Adrian whispered after he'd caught his breath. "Happy birthday."
I giggled, finding the strength to wriggle my body sideways so we could cuddle. "Thank you," I whispered against his lips. Our hands searched until they found each other, fingers interlocking.
"How do you feel?" he asked me. "Are you alright? Sore or anything? Because you know I can fix that..."
"I'm fine," I assured him. And I really was. "Just a little tired now." I smiled. "Kind of hungry."
"The best sex always works up an appetite," he grinned. "There's still the pie, you know. After sex pie sounds amazing right now."
"Maybe in a minute," I told him. "I just want to lay with you for awhile." He made a low noise of agreement.
I'd never really given all that much thought to what my first time would be like. I had assumed it would be on my wedding night, with my husband, whoever that was going to be. I could have never predicted, ever, that I would lose my virginity to Adrian Ivashkov. Funny, I noted, that it didn't feel like I had lost anything at all. We'd shared something, Adrian and I, something special. Something I'd never share with anyone else. No matter what happened between us, even if by some horrible turn of events our lives took separate paths, we would always have this moment. It was ours, forever. "I'm really glad it was with you," I told him softly. "My first time, you know."
"Me too," he crushed me to him, kissing the side of my head. Then he chuckled, "A bit of a first for me as well. I like to think I've been around the block, but I've never done it in a car before."
"Really?" I asked. I narrowed my eyes. "Where else have you...?"
"Oh God," he shook his head. "You don't want to know."
"Tell me," I urged, laughing. "Where's the weirdest place you've had sex?"
"Depends on your definition of weird," he laughed back. "The most 'scandalous' place, I guess, was in an elevator."
"An elevator!" I practically shrieked. "How did you...how's that even...? Aren't there cameras in elevators?"
Adrian shrugged, still laughing. "I don't know. Probably."
"Weren't you afraid it would stop on a floor that someone was getting on at?"
"I was a little to busy getting it on myself to be worried about such things."
"Well," I pouted, "I guess car sex dulls in comparison."
He squeezed me again. "No, trust me. This was much better. Best sex I've ever had."
"You're just saying that."
"I'm really not," he said, tilting his head to kiss me again. "I always thought whole 'it's different when you really love the person' was bullshit, you know. But it's true. It really is...different."
"I love you," I murmured, quite childishly, nuzzling my face against his.
"I love you, too." He smirked, "We can have sex in an elevator, too, if you really want."
I laughed. "I am a little curious as to how it's feasible."
"I'll show you," he teased. "It takes some exceptional skill, I'll have you know."
"Well," I told him with a coy smile, "I am a quick study, after all."
Happy Birthday :D
thank you!!