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He was coming by to spend the weekend at her place. There was a concert in her town he was going to see. Her roommate was out of town leaving the apartment open for her and him. And his girlfriend.
She sighed at that thought as she pulled the brush through her hair, she’d never really like his girlfriend, but never announced that fact to him. She had once and they’d gotten into a screaming fight. She hated that memory. She never wanted to think of him with that anger and hate in his eyes. Pure hate for her, temporary though it had been. He’d said something along the lines of, “I’d rather have a girl who’s not a virgin and knows what the fuck she’s doing when she’s with than a fucking whiny ass little bitch virgin like you!” He was four years older than her and she’d been sixteen when they’d first talked via the great portal MySpace. She’d been 17 when he’d said that, almost 18.
After he said that she totally broke down and dropped to a crouch and started sobbing right there. She’d always felt that way, older guys and she always got along better. Always friends, never lovers. That what they always were. To have one of her worst fears jerked to the surface and shown that it was true had broken her fully.
At first he sneered at her, “That’s right cry like the damn baby you are!” She’d then dropped to sitting on the dirty ground outside of that party they’d met up at by chance. She remembered he almost said something and she looked up at him, when her tear stained eyes met his the anger was wiped from his face, The hate was gone, filled with remorse, regret, guilt and sadness. He’d tried to touch her she shoved him away and stood. She ran even in those high heeled boots and the mud she ran. He’d given chase, his life in the Marines giving him speed. She’d run into a corn field where she’d lost him and tumbled face down into the dirt.
She didn’t move for a while before she started sobbing again. She knew she wasn’t desirable but she didn’t know how much she was; now she knew. She’d hated her youth then, the youth that kept her from the men she’d dreamed of at night. Now she was older. 19 granted but older.
She sat thinking about the next event of that night:
Stained in dirt she sobbed on the ground. She felt hands on her back and she jerked away, it wasn’t Alex, but her old friend Jamie. He pulled her so she was sitting up and held her up as she covered her face with her hands. She choked out the whole thing to him, even that fear that she hid so well. When she opened her eyes she saw Alex in all of his glory with the full moon at his back standing above them, this time she was struck silent by seeing the smooth planes of his face, his spikey black hair, the muscles tense and stiff in his arms, the set of his face and all back lit by the moon.
He’d crouch down and drop his head. “I’m sorry. I jus- I…Um I shit...I don’t know why I said that shit. I didn’t mean it. If I’d known…”
“You’d’ve said it sooner.” She murmured and wiped at her eyes, he looked to desperation and the answer of yes in his eyes. Jamie helped her up, her legs suddenly too weak as she stumbled. Jamie had caught her and picked her up. Jamie was bigger than Alex, younger but taller and broader, all muscle. She’d left Alex there in that corn field as she fell asleep in Jamie’s arms. The next morning she’d woken in her bed in her and her brother’s apartment. She’d pull her robe on and step from that room, written in roses on her living room floor, “I’m so sorry –Alex.” And a letter in the ‘o’ in ‘so’ she’d read it was him pouring his heart out about how sorry he was begging for her forgiveness. She’d smiled as she read it and a few more tears fell. She’d called him and had cleared the air. From that day out they’d just not talked about his girlfriend.
Two years ago that was. She still had the roses, pressed flat and framed, the letter stored away safe. She smiled as she heard a knock at the door.
“Be nice to his woman. Be nice to his woman.” She kept repeating over and over. She opened the door and was faced with that tall black haired wonder that was Alex. She got up on tiptoe to loop her arms around his neck and embrace him. He dropped his bag at his side and wrapped his arms around her middle and lifted her up.
“Heya sexiness.” He’s say in that deep and wonderful voice with a hint of the south they’d grown up in. He set her down as she stepped to the side.
“Hey darlin’, come on in” she’d watch him pick up his bag and step in alone. Alone. “Where’s Melissa?” She asked as he took the door and closed it behind her.
“Home.” That one word had her eyes wide and blinking.
“But she-she never lets you stay with me. Without her present at least.” She’d say struggling for composure. She never did because when she and Alex were together the sexual tension was so tangible you could photograph it.
He set his bag on the floor and pushed her against the door, she gave a soft gasp he’d only hear about a dozen times before from her. “She thinks I’m staying with someone else.” She’d be looking up at him her eyes wide and blinking.
“You’ve been planning this.” She whispered. “I told you Cody was out of town this weekend…you knew there was a show in town this weekend…”
He nodded and brought his lips to hers. They’d kissed before but this one made the blood pound and rush in her head. It was soft and gentle, but demanding all of her at once. She’d moan from want and frustration her hands running up his shirt before she nudged him back an inch.
“Alex.” She’d breath her voice husky from this move.
“What? Why do you hold back? We both want this.” She wasn’t the only one worked up over that simple kiss. His voice was breathy and lower, deeper, definitely sexier.
“Alex Melissa’ll kill me. I know she will.” She’d shudder as his hands ran up her thin sides to then cover her breasts. Through that black wife beater she wore she could feel the heat from his hands.
“No excuses this time. No more people to hold up back. It’s you and me that’s all.” And he’d give a quick rough squeeze that had her gasping again. God he loved that sound. He lowered his head to bite at the fabric of her shirt. She’d give a startled cry when his teeth came down on her nipple. Then a moan and a murmur of his name as he shoved her shirt up.
His lips and tongue hot and wet on her stomach had a shudder. He did his research, Virgo’s stomach’s were highly sensitive and gently kisses and touches there could have them horny in a heartbeat. He was doing just that as he moved up, pushing the shirt over her beautiful and young breasts. He licked his lips at the sight before him. He ripped the shirt open and off of her. She’d give a startled gasp before the bra was shoved down. Pinning her hands at her sided his mouth claimed her.
Lips, tongue, teeth, and that searing heat hit her all at once so she cried out. He inflamed her with his lips, pained her with his teeth, soothed with his tongue, and had her trembling with his heat. He released her hands as he moved to the other breast. One hand pinched and teased at the breast he’d just left while he worked the other breast in the same way with his mouth. Her hands fisted in his hair as he heard the whimpers and moans from her. He looked up to her, her lips parted and gasping for breath, her eyes squeezed shut, her brows draw together, and that soft flush on her pale cheeks.
He released her breast and before he could move she pulled him back up to her. Her eyes opened, glazed and heady with him. This time the kiss was raw passion and rough, her tongue touching his had his knees weakened. How was she doing this to him? His mind ran wild as he picked her up, her legs locking around his waist as her arms went around his neck. He moved to her neck and bit there.
He knew of her vampire fetish and how she’d beg when her neck was given attention. He wanted her to beg. She was gasping again as his teeth drew blood, he licked it up using only the tip. This sent her flying as she held him tight.
“Oh Alex! Oh please please please Alex! I can’t stand it, Oh god please.” She tried begging for him. He wouldn’t do anything until she said just what she wanted. “Oh god fuck me Alex.”
That declaration of her want for him at long last had him looking into her eyes, red still staining his lips. He grinned and carried her down the hall to her bed. He laid her down and eased her legs to unwrap from him. There leaning over her their bodies so very close was what he wanted for a long time.
Her bed was so high he could stand and lean over her without bending too much. He trailed kisses down her body as he tugged those jeans from her hips. Always big enough to just pull them off he thought as he was glad she didn’t wear panties. Shaved and trimmed her dark curls could only hide that treasure so much.
He rapidly shoved his tongue into her to have her arch her back sharply and cry out again. He pulled his tongue out and toyed with her clit as he slid one of his fingers deep inside of her. She writhed as he did this whimpering and begging moaning as another finger slid into her slick heat. He flicked his tongue at rapid speed over her clit as his fingers pumped deep.
She’d dreamt of this as she fisted her hands in her sheets. It was seconds after he slid a second finger into him that she came with a bone numbing force that had her face screwed up in that peak, her body taught and quivering, and her juices being lapped up by him. He crawled up her body and lay between her legs, still fully dressed. She was limp on that bed as she fought to steady her breath. He smiled and kissed her lips gently.
She opened her eyes and looked up at his smiling face. She narrow her eyes at him. “You’re a bastard. Got me all naked and gasping while your still fully dressed and steady.”
He chuckled before kissing her again. “I’m far from steady.” He murmured before pulling his shirt off.
She was faced with his beautifully tanned and toned chest. She ran her hands over it feeling his muscles go tense below her hands he was unbuckling his belt as he felt her hot mouth on his chest. He froze in midmotion and shuddered as her tongue teased his skin. He tore his belt open and worked his pants off in record time He kicked off his Vans and shoves his black jeans down boxers and all. The whole while her lips and tongue tempting and getting him, somehow, harder that he already was. He pushed back onto those black sheets her skin like ivory against the obsidian of the bed. He merely looked at her. He reached down and unhooked her bra slipping it from her.
This was the moment he’d been dreading for a while. She was a small girl: 106 lbs 5’6 or so. She was tiny compared to him. He was so scared he’d hurt her when he’d go inside of her. She saw a flicker of fear in his eyes and brought his lips down to hers and murmured.
“I’m ready…you can’t hurt me.” Anymore than you already have. She didn’t even dare to say that last bit. She knew he was thinking it too. He kissed her as he slid into her, slowly.
She’d known he was big, but good god. He was thick she gripped him as he slid deeper. He was being driven crazy by those whimpers and moans her so soft cries from under his lips as he tried to sooth. He expected to come to some kind of end before he was fully inside of her. But he didn’t. He felt his hips meet hers. He pulled from the kiss to look down at her she opened her eyes as he marveled.
“A perfect fit.” He said softly rocking his hips shooting pleasure straight up her spine. “My god how do I fit inside of you?” he gasped and claimed her lips again.
He began his movements, long and slow at first, getting her used to him. Fire shot through her entire being as he did this. It wasn’t too long before her whimpers melted into moans. Her hips moved with his. Her arms held him to her as she kissed him with the raw passion she felt. He groaned and picked the pace up.
She arched below and pressed her body against him. Their hot slick bodies tangled together had him moaning as he moved faster still as she whimpered below him, not in pain but in begging. He took this with a grin as he slammed her small body. She broke from his lips to cry out. He looked her over as she rocked below him.
She was beautiful in this moment as she repeated his name a thousand times. He was driven even closer to the edge of madness as he threw her over. She’d thought the first orgasm had been glorious, this one had her paralyzed. She was just about to cry out as the full force hit her cutting her off sharply as she was caught in a harsh arch of her back her nails digging into his back. He never stopped moving as she began to sob below him.
He fisted his hands in the sheets at either side of her shoulders as her tightness became tenfold tighter. He pushed himself more vowing not to release until she was done. He was nearly unable to uphold that as she finished. He shot himself into her, every drop of him hot and liquid into her. He collapsed on her his face buried in her neck. He didn’t know how long it was before he heard those sobs. He looked to her and did something she never let any one do, wiped her tears away.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” He said quickly as she shook her head and looked into his eyes.
“Not from pain.” She murmured stroking his hair back “from joy.”
He smiled softly as he eased out of her. He lay next to her and pulled her close. She felt her system return to normal as she kissed his neck again and looked up to him His green and hazel eyes looked into her icy blue ones. She was so beautiful in that moment, he’d brought that smile to her lips with that gleam of joy to her eyes. He held her close and felt her drift slowly into sleep next to him. He did so to after his own tears slipped out. He knew that after the show tomorrow they’d probably never be together in any way other than talking on the phone or internet again. And it broke him, because he knew now he loved her.

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He was coming by to spend the weekend at her place. There was a concert in her town he was going to see. Her roommate was out of town leaving the apartment open for her and him. And his girlfriend.
She sighed at that thought as she pulled the brush through her hair, she’d never really like his girlfriend, but never announced that fact to him. She had once and they’d gotten into a screaming fight. She hated that memory. She never wanted to think of him with that anger and hate in his eyes. Pure hate for her, temporary though it had been. He’d said something along the lines of, “I’d rather have a girl who’s not a virgin and knows what the fuck she’s doing when she’s with than a fucking whiny ass little bitch virgin like you!” He was four years older than her and she’d been sixteen when they’d first talked via the great portal MySpace. She’d been 17 when he’d said that, almost 18.
After he said that she totally broke down and dropped to a crouch and started sobbing right there. She’d always felt that way, older guys and she always got along better. Always friends, never lovers. That what they always were. To have one of her worst fears jerked to the surface and shown that it was true had broken her fully.
At first he sneered at her, “That’s right cry like the damn baby you are!” She’d then dropped to sitting on the dirty ground outside of that party they’d met up at by chance. She remembered he almost said something and she looked up at him, when her tear stained eyes met his the anger was wiped from his face, The hate was gone, filled with remorse, regret, guilt and sadness. He’d tried to touch her she shoved him away and stood. She ran even in those high heeled boots and the mud she ran. He’d given chase, his life in the Marines giving him speed. She’d run into a corn field where she’d lost him and tumbled face down into the dirt.
She didn’t move for a while before she started sobbing again. She knew she wasn’t desirable but she didn’t know how much she was; now she knew. She’d hated her youth then, the youth that kept her from the men she’d dreamed of at night. Now she was older. 19 granted but older.
She sat thinking about the next event of that night:
Stained in dirt she sobbed on the ground. She felt hands on her back and she jerked away, it wasn’t Alex, but her old friend Jamie. He pulled her so she was sitting up and held her up as she covered her face with her hands. She choked out the whole thing to him, even that fear that she hid so well. When she opened her eyes she saw Alex in all of his glory with the full moon at his back standing above them, this time she was struck silent by seeing the smooth planes of his face, his spikey black hair, the muscles tense and stiff in his arms, the set of his face and all back lit by the moon.
He’d crouch down and drop his head. “I’m sorry. I jus- I…Um I shit...I don’t know why I said that shit. I didn’t mean it. If I’d known…”
“You’d’ve said it sooner.” She murmured and wiped at her eyes, he looked to desperation and the answer of yes in his eyes. Jamie helped her up, her legs suddenly too weak as she stumbled. Jamie had caught her and picked her up. Jamie was bigger than Alex, younger but taller and broader, all muscle. She’d left Alex there in that corn field as she fell asleep in Jamie’s arms. The next morning she’d woken in her bed in her and her brother’s apartment. She’d pull her robe on and step from that room, written in roses on her living room floor, “I’m so sorry –Alex.” And a letter in the ‘o’ in ‘so’ she’d read it was him pouring his heart out about how sorry he was begging for her forgiveness. She’d smiled as she read it and a few more tears fell. She’d called him and had cleared the air. From that day out they’d just not talked about his girlfriend.
Two years ago that was. She still had the roses, pressed flat and framed, the letter stored away safe. She smiled as she heard a knock at the door.
“Be nice to his woman. Be nice to his woman.” She kept repeating over and over. She opened the door and was faced with that tall black haired wonder that was Alex. She got up on tiptoe to loop her arms around his neck and embrace him. He dropped his bag at his side and wrapped his arms around her middle and lifted her up.
“Heya sexiness.” He’s say in that deep and wonderful voice with a hint of the south they’d grown up in. He set her down as she stepped to the side.
“Hey darlin’, come on in” she’d watch him pick up his bag and step in alone. Alone. “Where’s Melissa?” She asked as he took the door and closed it behind her.
“Home.” That one word had her eyes wide and blinking.
“But she-she never lets you stay with me. Without her present at least.” She’d say struggling for composure. She never did because when she and Alex were together the sexual tension was so tangible you could photograph it.
He set his bag on the floor and pushed her against the door, she gave a soft gasp he’d only hear about a dozen times before from her. “She thinks I’m staying with someone else.” She’d be looking up at him her eyes wide and blinking.
“You’ve been planning this.” She whispered. “I told you Cody was out of town this weekend…you knew there was a show in town this weekend…”
He nodded and brought his lips to hers. They’d kissed before but this one made the blood pound and rush in her head. It was soft and gentle, but demanding all of her at once. She’d moan from want and frustration her hands running up his shirt before she nudged him back an inch.
“Alex.” She’d breath her voice husky from this move.
“What? Why do you hold back? We both want this.” She wasn’t the only one worked up over that simple kiss. His voice was breathy and lower, deeper, definitely sexier.
“Alex Melissa’ll kill me. I know she will.” She’d shudder as his hands ran up her thin sides to then cover her breasts. Through that black wife beater she wore she could feel the heat from his hands.
“No excuses this time. No more people to hold up back. It’s you and me that’s all.” And he’d give a quick rough squeeze that had her gasping again. God he loved that sound. He lowered his head to bite at the fabric of her shirt. She’d give a startled cry when his teeth came down on her nipple. Then a moan and a murmur of his name as he shoved her shirt up.
His lips and tongue hot and wet on her stomach had a shudder. He did his research, Virgo’s stomach’s were highly sensitive and gently kisses and touches there could have them horny in a heartbeat. He was doing just that as he moved up, pushing the shirt over her beautiful and young breasts. He licked his lips at the sight before him. He ripped the shirt open and off of her. She’d give a startled gasp before the bra was shoved down. Pinning her hands at her sided his mouth claimed her.
Lips, tongue, teeth, and that searing heat hit her all at once so she cried out. He inflamed her with his lips, pained her with his teeth, soothed with his tongue, and had her trembling with his heat. He released her hands as he moved to the other breast. One hand pinched and teased at the breast he’d just left while he worked the other breast in the same way with his mouth. Her hands fisted in his hair as he heard the whimpers and moans from her. He looked up to her, her lips parted and gasping for breath, her eyes squeezed shut, her brows draw together, and that soft flush on her pale cheeks.
He released her breast and before he could move she pulled him back up to her. Her eyes opened, glazed and heady with him. This time the kiss was raw passion and rough, her tongue touching his had his knees weakened. How was she doing this to him? His mind ran wild as he picked her up, her legs locking around his waist as her arms went around his neck. He moved to her neck and bit there.
He knew of her vampire fetish and how she’d beg when her neck was given attention. He wanted her to beg. She was gasping again as his teeth drew blood, he licked it up using only the tip. This sent her flying as she held him tight.
“Oh Alex! Oh please please please Alex! I can’t stand it, Oh god please.” She tried begging for him. He wouldn’t do anything until she said just what she wanted. “Oh god fuck me Alex.”
That declaration of her want for him at long last had him looking into her eyes, red still staining his lips. He grinned and carried her down the hall to her bed. He laid her down and eased her legs to unwrap from him. There leaning over her their bodies so very close was what he wanted for a long time.
Her bed was so high he could stand and lean over her without bending too much. He trailed kisses down her body as he tugged those jeans from her hips. Always big enough to just pull them off he thought as he was glad she didn’t wear panties. Shaved and trimmed her dark curls could only hide that treasure so much.
He rapidly shoved his tongue into her to have her arch her back sharply and cry out again. He pulled his tongue out and toyed with her clit as he slid one of his fingers deep inside of her. She writhed as he did this whimpering and begging moaning as another finger slid into her slick heat. He flicked his tongue at rapid speed over her clit as his fingers pumped deep.
She’d dreamt of this as she fisted her hands in her sheets. It was seconds after he slid a second finger into him that she came with a bone numbing force that had her face screwed up in that peak, her body taught and quivering, and her juices being lapped up by him. He crawled up her body and lay between her legs, still fully dressed. She was limp on that bed as she fought to steady her breath. He smiled and kissed her lips gently.
She opened her eyes and looked up at his smiling face. She narrow her eyes at him. “You’re a bastard. Got me all naked and gasping while your still fully dressed and steady.”
He chuckled before kissing her again. “I’m far from steady.” He murmured before pulling his shirt off.
She was faced with his beautifully tanned and toned chest. She ran her hands over it feeling his muscles go tense below her hands he was unbuckling his belt as he felt her hot mouth on his chest. He froze in midmotion and shuddered as her tongue teased his skin. He tore his belt open and worked his pants off in record time He kicked off his Vans and shoves his black jeans down boxers and all. The whole while her lips and tongue tempting and getting him, somehow, harder that he already was. He pushed back onto those black sheets her skin like ivory against the obsidian of the bed. He merely looked at her. He reached down and unhooked her bra slipping it from her.
This was the moment he’d been dreading for a while. She was a small girl: 106 lbs 5’6 or so. She was tiny compared to him. He was so scared he’d hurt her when he’d go inside of her. She saw a flicker of fear in his eyes and brought his lips down to hers and murmured.
“I’m ready…you can’t hurt me.” Anymore than you already have. She didn’t even dare to say that last bit. She knew he was thinking it too. He kissed her as he slid into her, slowly.
She’d known he was big, but good god. He was thick she gripped him as he slid deeper. He was being driven crazy by those whimpers and moans her so soft cries from under his lips as he tried to sooth. He expected to come to some kind of end before he was fully inside of her. But he didn’t. He felt his hips meet hers. He pulled from the kiss to look down at her she opened her eyes as he marveled.
“A perfect fit.” He said softly rocking his hips shooting pleasure straight up her spine. “My god how do I fit inside of you?” he gasped and claimed her lips again.
He began his movements, long and slow at first, getting her used to him. Fire shot through her entire being as he did this. It wasn’t too long before her whimpers melted into moans. Her hips moved with his. Her arms held him to her as she kissed him with the raw passion she felt. He groaned and picked the pace up.
She arched below and pressed her body against him. Their hot slick bodies tangled together had him moaning as he moved faster still as she whimpered below him, not in pain but in begging. He took this with a grin as he slammed her small body. She broke from his lips to cry out. He looked her over as she rocked below him.
She was beautiful in this moment as she repeated his name a thousand times. He was driven even closer to the edge of madness as he threw her over. She’d thought the first orgasm had been glorious, this one had her paralyzed. She was just about to cry out as the full force hit her cutting her off sharply as she was caught in a harsh arch of her back her nails digging into his back. He never stopped moving as she began to sob below him.
He fisted his hands in the sheets at either side of her shoulders as her tightness became tenfold tighter. He pushed himself more vowing not to release until she was done. He was nearly unable to uphold that as she finished. He shot himself into her, every drop of him hot and liquid into her. He collapsed on her his face buried in her neck. He didn’t know how long it was before he heard those sobs. He looked to her and did something she never let any one do, wiped her tears away.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” He said quickly as she shook her head and looked into his eyes.
“Not from pain.” She murmured stroking his hair back “from joy.”
He smiled softly as he eased out of her. He lay next to her and pulled her close. She felt her system return to normal as she kissed his neck again and looked up to him His green and hazel eyes looked into her icy blue ones. She was so beautiful in that moment, he’d brought that smile to her lips with that gleam of joy to her eyes. He held her close and felt her drift slowly into sleep next to him. He did so to after his own tears slipped out. He knew that after the show tomorrow they’d probably never be together in any way other than talking on the phone or internet again. And it broke him, because he knew now he loved her.