Chapter Twelve
A s we walk back to his dorm, I can’t help but feel an air of anticipation. My heart beats erratically with excitement. Our date was perfect. I feel closer to him than ever before, and I know he must feel the same—at least partly—because he keeps looking at me in an overly flirtatious way. We’re going to have sex. It’s not really a question, so much as a conclusion of weeks of tension. I’ve never had sex, but I’ve thought about it—obsessively as of late. I’m not scared, if anything my blood thrums with anticipation.
When we reach his dorm room, Ryan unlocks the door and we step inside. The air feels charged with electricity, my arms break out in goosebumps. He looks at me, his eyes filled with warmth and desire. “Are you cold baby?” he asks softly.
I shake my head no, feeling a flutter of nerves and excitement. “No, if anything I’m burning up.”
We head further to his room, and the moment the door closes behind us, Ryan pulls me into his arms. His kiss is deep and hungry, and I respond with equal fervor. My hands find their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer as our bodies press together. If I was hot before, I’m burning up now.
He leads me to his bed, and we sit down, still wrapped in each other. Ryan’s hands move to my face, gently caressing my cheeks as he kisses me again, slower this time, savoring the moment. His lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
I let out a soft sigh, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Ryan,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.
He pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes. “I want this to be perfect for you, Hailey.”
When we were making out last week that turned into heavy petting, I confessed that I had never had sex before. I’m not some prude, I assured him, but I’d never gone all the way. He wasn’t shocked, just like I wasn’t shocked to learn he isn’t a virgin. He’s never pressured me, which is one of the things I like most about him, but I’m ready now. So ready I feel like I’m going to have to take the reins on something I’m barely versed in.
“It will be because it’s with you,” I assure him, my heart swelling with affection.
Ryan smiles and begins to undress me, his hands moving with a mixture of tenderness and urgency. He removes my dress and tights, leaving me in my underwear. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of me, his eyes darkening with desire. I wore a black lace demi cup bra tonight which makes my breasts look larger and since it’s all lace, my nipples can be seen through the fabric. My matching panties are the same see-through lace.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
I blush, feeling both exposed and cherished. I reach for his shirt, pull it over his head, and let my hands explore the contours of his chest. He shivers under my touch, and the sight of his response fuels my desire. I’ve snaked my hands under his shirt before but this is the first glimpse of getting to see his muscular chest in all its glory.
We undress each other slowly, savoring every moment, until we’re both bare. Ryan’s hands move over my body with a gentle reverence, and I feel a shiver of anticipation run through me.
He lays me down on the bed, his body covering mine. Our kisses become more urgent, and I can feel the heat between us growing. Ryan’s hands explore my curves, and I arch into his touch, feeling a wave of pleasure. I can feel myself getting needier, my legs rubbing together seeking relief.
He pauses, looking into my eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks again, his voice husky.
“Yes,” I breathe, my body aching for him. “I want you, Ryan.” I push myself against him trying to prove to him how much I want him.
With a nod, he positions himself above me, and I feel the head of his erection press against my entrance. He moves slowly entering me, giving me time to adjust, and the sensation is both intense and overwhelming. I gasp, my hands clutching his shoulders as he pushes deeper. It’s not painful like so many stories that I’ve heard but I feel a lot of pressure.
“Hailey,” he groans, his voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and restraint. “You feel so good.”
I can barely form words, the sensation overwhelming. “Ryan… Oh, God.”
He begins to move, his rhythm steady and controlled, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. I begin to slowly meet his movements, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The connection between us a mix of physical and emotional intensity.
As our pace quickens, the world outside fades away, all I can see, all I can feel—is him. The pleasure builds, and I feel myself teetering on the edge. Ryan’s movements become more urgent, and I can tell he’s close, too. My body is burning up, I can feel myself flying higher and higher, the pleasure building.
“Hailey,” he whispers, his voice strained with pleasure. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” I gasp, my body arching towards his. “Ryan, I’m going to—”
Before I can finish, a wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I cry out his name, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. Ryan follows moments later, a deep groan escaping his lips as he finds his release, his body shuddering against mine and he buries his face in my neck.
We collapse together, our breathing heavy and ragged. Ryan rolls to the side, pulling me into his arms. We lie there wrapped in each other, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding.
“That was… incredible,” I murmur, my head burrowing into his chest.
“Hell, yeah it was,” he agrees, his voice soft. “Hailey, I—”
He pauses, and I look up at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes.
“What is it?” I ask gently.
“I just… I care about you so much,” he says, his voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
I smile, my heart swelling with affection. “You’re not going to mess this up, Ryan.”
He sighs, relief evident on his face. “I hope not. I really hope not.”
We lie there in the quiet of his room, holding each other, and I feel a sense of contentment wash over me. This moment, this connection, is everything I’ve ever wanted. And as we drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, I feel so relaxed and happy.
When I wake up the next morning, the sunlight is streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Ryan is still asleep beside me, his face peaceful and relaxed. I watch him for a moment, feeling a surge of affection. Last night had been everything I’d hoped for and more.
Carefully, I slip out of bed, trying not to wake him. I pull on one of his shirts and pad quietly to the makeshift coffee bar cart. He’s got a coffee maker, swizzle sticks, cups, anything and everything you need to make coffee. As I wait for the coffee to brew, I can’t help but reflect on how much my life has changed in such a short time. Meeting Ryan, navigating the ups and downs of our relationship, and now this new level of intimacy—it’s been a whirlwind, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
The smell of coffee fills the room, and I pour two cups, adding just the right amount of sugar to mine and leaving Ryan’s black how he likes it. I bring them back to the bedroom, setting them on the nightstand. Ryan stirs, blinking awake, and when he sees me, a slow smile spreads across his face.
“Good morning,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep.
“Good morning,” I reply, handing him a cup. “I thought you might want some coffee.”
“You’re the best,” he says, taking a sip. He sits up, the sheet falling to his waist, revealing his toned chest. “Last night and this morning.”
I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. “I’m so glad we had that time together.”
Ryan sets his cup down and pulls me into his arms. “Me too. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
I look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. “Neither have I.”
We sit there for a while, just enjoying each other’s company and the quiet of the morning. Eventually, though, reality starts to creep back in. We both have midterms to study for and responsibilities to get to, and the world outside is waiting. “When does your roommate come back?”
He shrugs his shoulder, “He said tomorrow but last time he came home the day before complaining he couldn’t handle his parents anymore so I wouldn’t be surprised if he shows up today.”
Reluctantly, we get dressed, and even though I’m just down the hall he walks me back to my dorm. As we reach the door, he pulls me in for a final kiss. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Okay,” I say, smiling up at him. “Have a great day. Text me later.”
“You know I will,” he says, giving me one last lingering look before he turns to go.
As I watch him walk away, I feel a mixture of emotions—joy, contentment, and a hint of anxiety about what the future holds. With a final glance at Ryan’s retreating figure, I turn and head inside, ready to take on the day. My heart feels lighter than it has in a long time, filled with hope and excitement for the future.