Free Always Be Mine~ by G.V. Steitz

cheeks. Fuck I am going to loose it too damn fast with her.
    I crawl up onto her bed, ripping the pillow out of her hands that she is covering herself with, and throw it over to the other side of the bed. I think I heard it fall to the floor. Who knows? All I can think about is how amazing her body is and how badly I want to keep exploring it with my mouth. I have taken my shoes and socks off before I made it to the bedroom, making it easy for me to get to her.
    I lean into her body pushing her back down onto the bed as my lips fuse to hers. Holding myself up with one hand on either side of her body, I climb up on top of her, kneeling on either side of her body. Straddling her, I lift my head up and look into her eyes. “Your eyes are so expressive. They sparkle like emeralds and no, nothing is wrong at all. Well, other than me wondering why on earth you want to be with me at this moment.” I tell her as I look into her eyes.
    “ I don’t know. Ever since I first met you, you are all I think about. You’re in my head Matthew. I dream of you. My body wants yours. We’re attracted to each other I suppose.” She says, shrugging her shoulders.
    As her hands slide up my arms, she lightly grazes her nails into my skin. Making me even harder and I didn ’t think that was even possible at this point.
    Listening to her talk nearly drives me insane. I want to dive into her and never leave. And then I see something pass through her eyes as she watches me.
    “What are you worried about?” I ask her watching her.
    Now I know she is worried about something. She looks worried.
    “Matthew, I don’t have much experience with sexual partners as you probably do. I don’t know you might not want to do this.” She explains almost in a whisper. I let out my breath slowly and chuckle. “God, that’s all? I thought something was wrong.” I tell her and roll off of her and over to her side, pulling her into me so we can talk about this and she can relax or we can stop. She means something more to me than I ever felt with anyone before so I really don’t want to blow this with her. Especially after pissing the shit out of her the last time we were together. Oh no, not going to let that happen again.
    I run my finger down the side of her face, outlining it with her soft, chestnut color hair, spilling over her one shoulder, and dripping down to her pillow as she is leaning on her elbow, her hand in her hair, lying on her side, facing me. I mirrored her same pose to study her, waiting for her to relax a bit. How many could she have? Five? Can ’t be ten. Shit how many does she think I have had? Well, let’s hope she doesn’t ask. I’m sure I’m still in double digits. I should think that…
    “ Ok, so how many sexual partners?” I ask her, waiting and praying I don’t cringe at the number she gives me.
    “ One.” She squeaks out.
    WHAT? Is she for fucking real?
    Well, ok I deal with one. I need to find out first his name, and then go beat the shit out of him with a bat. But she doesn’t need to know how territorial I am when it comes to her. I can’t believe I just thought that. I am sure to freak her out.
    “ Ok, one. So? Is that bad?” I ask sort of confused.
    “ One… I mean, including you Matthew.” She whispers, looking down at her pillow, drawing something with her finger on the comforter.
    HOLY FUCK! This woman is a fucking virgin. OH SHIT! Ok … Don’t act like this is a big deal. At least I don’t have to beat anyone with a bat now. I’m relieved. And still terrified, Shit!
    “ What? Why? I mean did something happen?” I ask her. I mean she’s beautiful. She has the biggest heart of anyone I ever met. I can’t believe this.
    “ No, nothing like that. After my mom passed away, it was just me and my dad. I watched over him. I cooked for him. I took care of him, he took care of me. I dated, but I never found anyone important enough to sleep with. I remember one conversation I had with my father.
    I am sure