RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I open my slightly damp eyes and adjust them to look and see what he is holding.

"Erm, yeah yeah, I'll, give it a try," I nod as I take a hold of the bottle he's holding out to me.

I look over the bottle, making sure it won't bring me out in some sort of rash before squeezing a blob onto my fingers. I place the bottle to my side before letting my fingers slip down to my already wet and sticky folds.

I rest my head back on the pillow under my head and just look up at Chris with a smile as I find my way to my clit. I'm not sure if this is what he meant, but he obviously wants me to feel some pleasure from this, as sex is kinda a two way street. At least I hope he does.

I take my other hand, my free one and place it to his lips.

"Don't, please," I smile, "baby, you're doing the best you can, I know. This is my first time too, y'know?"

I do know why he feels this way though, it probably didn't help that I just went straight for the spot I didn't even tell him about. Maybe, he could do some of it for me.

"I just, didn't want you to feel like you had to do too much, y'know?" I say to him as I take my hand away and take a hold of one of his hands just resting on my knee.

"Touch me there," I say as I place one of his fingers on my clit, hoping he can feel the nerve endings or whatever the hell it is at the end of it, "can you feel that? The throbbing?"

[[*dies laughing*]]

I can't help but laugh a little at his rant of a question. I really do love him. But my laugh is cut short by a wave of electricity that glides through my body and settles right in Chris's hands.

"Ooooh, yeah, very much like that, ahhhh..." I whimper before biting into my lip and tightening my legs a little, and tightening my grip on Chris from the inside, somehow. And with that...

"OH SHIT!"

I pant as I try to get over the force of whatever the hell it was that Chris just did. I can't even explain it, all I did was tighten myself around him and...

"Ahhh, ahhh!" I call out as I do the same thing again, something inside me being rubbed against, coupled with what Chris is doing with his hand is really rubbing me the right way.

"Ooooh God Chris, honey," I bite into my lip before tighten my muscles again, and I swear I feel water trickling down my leg, or blood.

Whatever it is, I don't really care right now. This feels too good to care.

I don't know what to do with my hands right now, my toes are curling and I'm just so used to using my own hands to get off that I just don't know what to do.

I bring my hands up to my hair, pulling on it and just pawing at the pillow underneath my head. I look back up at Chris, my teeth sinking into my bottom like still, no doubt brusing them. But they don't stay there for long anyway.

"Ahhh, I'm coming, fuck, uh!" I call out as I start to roll my hips a little, staying still, holding my breath, panting, crying out, biting my lip, all of the above.

I don't want it to be over so soon, but we can't exactly stop now.

My whole body shakes violently, I can feel all the pleasure building and ready to pounce right out of my skin, ready to claw itself out of me.

I tighten my grip around him, push my head right back into the pillow and let out some unholy scream as I feel myself coming so hard against Chris's dick. My pussy, my thighs, my... hell, even my brain is on fire with the heat right now.

But after I'm coming out of the final waves of pleasure, a drip on my face and the liquid rolls down my nose and into my mouth, leaving a salty, sugary taste like... tears. I open my eyes and look up at Chris to see what it was but... wait, is he... is he crying?

Oh God, what did I do wrong? Maybe the clenching hurt him? Fuck...

I let out a shaky breath and a chuckle before opening my eyes and realising that Chris has pulled out and has his back to me. I furrow my brow and sit up, still a little shaky.

"Chris?" I ask, concerned before moving over to him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders, bringing his back close to my chest, our sweat slicked skin pressed together.

"What's wrong baby?" I ask him in barely a whisper, my hands tracing his shoulder blades, my teeth grazing over his ear lightly to try and get him to look at me.

"Was it something I did?" I ask him, still concerned that I really did hurt him.

"You're crying because you're happy?" I ask him, a small smile gracing my lips as I hear him sniff again.

I don't think I have ever made someone so happy before to make them cry. But it feels me with pride never the less.

"That's... that's so sweet," I say to him before kissing him on the back of the neck and turning myself around so I can look him in the face, "you really know how to make a girl fall in love with you, don't you?"

I smile up at him before capturing his lips in a light, soft kiss.

"I love you too," I say to him with the same smile on my lips.

I kiss him again before wrapping my arms around him and sitting on his lap, just so I could be close to him.

"So, what did you have planned now?" I ask him as I trace little circles on his shoulders, still looking up at his face, at his bright puffy eyes and his slightly red face.

He looks so sweet when he's being crying. Some people look really ugly, but he wears it well. Like everything else he wears.

I shake my head, "No. I just want to kiss you, hug you and love you."

I grin at him before letting go of his shoulders and laying back down on the bed with my legs resting over his.

I look down at Chris, grinning at him as he looks at me.

"Wanna join me?" I ask him before resting my hands behind my head and waiting for Chris to join me on the bed.

"I'd say the same thing if you were in my bed," I grin at him, my nose nudging his lightly as I pull myself closer to him, my leg hooking around his so we are skin to skin and nothing else in between.

"Can we sleep without the covers on tonight? I just want to feel you and you alone against my skin," I tell him.

It's probably a silly thing to ask and want but I just want to stay here, feeling only Chris's skin against me and not have to worry about all the blankets getting in the way.

"Night Chris," I say in a dreamy voice as I just continue stroking my hands over his back.

I see his eyes drooping and I know how tired he is. He smile at him as he starts to drift off, his head resting against the pillow and a smile plastered on his face.

"I love you Chris," I say to him as I stroke some of his hair out of his face and just think about everything that's happened tonight.

We went from boyfriend and girlfriend to lovers in a matter of minutes. He loves me, and I love him. We've finally made love for the first time, and it was amazing, nothing like what my friends told me. That's got to mean something, right? I sigh in contentment as I just think about it all.

"I really do love you."