by Tillie Cole
I could hear the nerves in my voice, and as Elsie inhaled through her nose, she nodded her head. I understood that I hadn’t hurt her or caused her pain, but she’d liked it.
“Levi,” she moaned breathlessly, and ran her hand through my hair. My eyes rolled back at her touch. But then her hand was pushing my head down, pushing my head down to her nipple. Groaning, I needed to taste her. Palming her full breast in my hand, I flicked out my tongue and tentatively licked over the hot skin. Elsie’s hand tightened in my hair, lighting a fire inside me. Pulling back my tongue, I then took Elsie in my mouth, a high-pitched gasp pouring from her lips.
“Levi,” she cried, “please.”
Spurred on by her plea, I released her breast and moved back to her mouth, her eyes leaden and lashes low. Elsie’s hands fell from my hair and unclasped her bra, discarding the material to the floor.
Her breathing was labored as our eyes met, and I lowered my mouth, pushing my tongue inside to slide next to hers. Elsie pulled me closer, so close that our naked chests met, pulling a groan from us both.
Cradling my arms over Elsie’s head, I took her mouth, both of us growing bolder by the minute. With every touch our shyness and apprehension ebbed away, until it was just us. Just us and no insecurities, nothing holding us back.
Elsie’s hips raised, her thigh pressing against me. I snapped back my head and gritted my teeth. Opening my eyes, Elsie’s attention was fixed on me. Her pale skin was flushed and damp, her blond hair spread on the pillow like a halo.
“Levi, please,” she begged again. Swallowing my nerves, I sat up, shifting down the bed until I was facing Elsie’s jeans. Unable to resist, I ran my hand over her flat stomach, nothing on her top half but the cuff bracelets she always wore around her wrists and the gold necklace that lay on her chest.
Dropping my hand to the top of her jeans, Elsie stilled when my fingers gently snapped open the button, moving on to slide down her zipper. My heart was pounding with what was happening between us. But I couldn’t stop. I wanted this girl too much. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to make her mine in every way possible.
Taking hold of the waistband, I slipped down Elsie’s jeans, her pink lace panties coming down with it. Removing the jeans from her legs, I stilled as I looked at my beautiful girl spread out naked on the bed, her damp skin glistening under the neon glow of the mason jar. She swallowed as she watched me watching her, then she held out her arms, and I couldn’t hold back. I moved to go toward her when, suddenly, she sat up. I stilled as her hands landed on my chest, then gently lowered to the waistband of my pants.
“Elsie,’ I rasped and my forehead dropped to hers. I placed my hands on the back of her head and just tried to breathe as her fingers popped the top button and pulled down the zipper.
“Elsie,” I moaned. Suddenly she froze.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked, the nerves clear in her voice. I noticed that her slightly different tone had thickened when her nerves kicked in, her words harder to make out. It then occurred to me that she must try to keep her voice from sounding different. My heart shattered when I realized that every word she said, she must have thought about first, to try to disguise what set her apart from others.
“Levi,” she pushed, reminding me of her question. I couldn’t help but crush my mouth to hers. Elsie’s hands slackened on my pants, and I pulled back to reassure her, “It’s perfect, Elsie, nothing you do can be wrong.”
Elsie dropped her gaze and pushed my pants down, my hardness springing free. My head snapped back as her hand skimmed over my dick. Elsie’s eyes widened and she reddened in apprehension. Wanting to taste her, about to combust if I didn’t have more, I lowered us back down to lie on the bed, finally kicking off my pants to leaving us both naked.
Elsie lay on her back as I kissed her. My hand ran over her neck, and down over her chest, my nerves building the closer I got to her thighs. I stopped my hand on her stomach, taking a deep breath, questioning what the hell to do next, when Elsie lifted her head to kiss my cheek, and she said, “I want you to touch me, Levi.” She smiled timidly, then said, “I need you to.”
“I might do something wrong.”
Elsie’s hand drifted down my cheek, forcing me to look at her. “You couldn’t,” she said, echoing my words.
I leaned into her hand. “I want it to be good. I don’t wanna mess it up.”
“You couldn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s you. And it’s me. Nothing means more to me in the world than this. Than us.”
“Elsie,” I groaned.
“Take me,” she instructed, “let’s… let’s forget about the nerves tonight. Let’s just let it all go.”
Exhaling a slow and steady breath, I glanced down to focus on my hand, watching as I slipped it down between her legs, dipping down into her core. Elsie cried out a breathless cry as my fingers slipped along her folds. And I fell. I completely fell off the cliff I’d been hanging off for years, at last feeling the hole in my heart beginning to heal.
She was so wet and warm as my fingers ran back and forth. Elsie’s moans grew louder and louder the more my fingers explored, her body jerking more when I brushed over her clit. “Levi,” she hushed out. Her hips lifted as my finger moved lower, searching for me to move back up.
Unable to take how beautiful she looked, I leaned down, kissing along the bottom of her neck, my fingers slowly circling her clit. Elsie’s legs fell open as I moved my mouth to her breasts. I took her hard nipple in my mouth, her hand locking my head in place as I licked around the raised skin.
My fingers moved faster, and with every circle, Elsie’s breathing grew louder. Keeping my thumb on her clit, I moved my fingers down, slipping one into her entrance. I groaned at how she tightened around my finger, her hands beginning to pull at my hair.
I lifted from her breast, only to see Elsie’s blue eyes open, glazed with how I was making her feel. “Elsie,” I rasped. “Is this okay?”
Elsie nodded as another moan slipped from parted lips. “Levi,” she whispered, “I need more, I need—”
I cut off her plea with my mouth, my hips beginning to grind into the mattress. My cock ached, needing to be touched, needing to be in her, but I wanted to make her come first.
My tongue pushed into her mouth, swallowing her cries. I worked my thumb harder on her clit, pushing another finger inside her. Elsie cried out, breaking her mouth from mine, and I could hear the change in her breathing, could feel her passage starting to tighten, to grip down on my fingers.
“Levi,” Elsie called. Her chest rising and falling in erratic movements. “It feels… I feel…” Elsie’s head suddenly threw back, and she slammed her hand around my wrist as she came, a high-pitched scream coming from her throat. I watched, mesmerized as she fell apart, a flush coating her pale skin.
Her swollen lips were open as she breathed and her eyes were squeezed shut. I slowed my thumb on her clit, until she jerked under my hand, pushing my thumb away. I kept my fingers slowly pushing inside her, until her eyes fluttered open and collided straight with mine.
It was the first time I didn’t see any shyness in her stare. There was only acceptance; acceptance, and what appeared to be happiness.
Pulling my hand away, I crawled over Elsie, covering her body with mine. Losing my mind at the satisfied expression on her face, I crashed my mouth to hers. I kissed her and kissed her, our tongues caressing and lips bruising, when I suddenly felt delicate fingers brush along the length of my dick. My lips fell from Elsie’s the instant I felt her touching me. Her eyes were watching me as my jaw clenched.
I opened my mouth to moan out Elsie’s name, when her fingers wrapped around my length, trapping my voice inside my throat. I gasped as she shyly began moving her hand up and down. My arms shook as I kept myself from putting my full weight on her body, and my head tucked into the crook of her neck.
My hips worked back and forth, picking up speed, my balls starting to strain as shivers rac
ed up my spine. My breathing was hard and labored, and I felt a heady pressure building in my thighs.
Knowing I was only minutes away from coming, I drew myself back, straddling Elsie’s thighs, trying to catch my breath. Dropping my hand, I placed it over her working hand, bringing her to a pause.
I could feel dampness on my skin; I could feel heat flooding my face. “Bella mia,” I moaned, the Italian endearment for ‘my beautiful’ slipped from my mouth without conscious thought. “We have to stop or I’m gonna…” I broke off, heart thundering in my chest. Elsie’s trembling hand released me and I hissed as I stared down at her naked body beneath me. I had to force myself not to come just looking at her long blond hair mussed and bright, at her beautiful face looking up at me in adoration. Her full breasts, her milky skin…
My arms caught me as I dropped forward needing her lips back on mine. Elsie cupped my unshaven cheeks as I pressed my forehead to hers. “Elsie,” I said quietly. “I want… I…”
“I want you to make love to me too,” she answered for me.
My arm muscles ached from how tightly I was gripping the pillow. “Yeah?” I asked, making sure.
A small smile spread on Elsie’s lips. “I need this, Levi. I need to give myself to you.”
My stomach flipped at her words, and I said, “I have protection, in my drawer.”
Elsie swallowed, but nodded her head. It was about thirty seconds before I moved from over her body and sat on the edge of the bed. I pulled open my drawer and took out a condom, my hands shaking as my palm filled with the gold packet.
Come on, Levi, I thought to myself, talking myself into moving.
But I was crippled with nerves, terrified I got this wrong, that I would hurt her or cause her to not want to stay. Suddenly, a hand ran down my back, and I felt Elsie’s lips press a kiss to my spine. Bumps spread over my skin and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“I want this, Levi,” Elsie’s uncontrolled sweet voice assured.
I glanced over my shoulder to see her head on the pillow looking up at me. “I’m falling real hard for you, bella mia,” I admitted, my words stilling Elsie were she lay.
With my empty hand, I ran my thumb over her plump red lips and confessed, “I have no idea what I’m doing, and I want this to be special for you. I want this to be good.”
Elsie’s hand pressed over mine and she moved her face so she could kiss my palm. “Everything is special with you, Levi. Because… because I’m falling for you too.”
I closed my eyes at her words, when I felt the bed dip. Elsie had got to her knees, and she took the packet from my hand. Keeping her head down, she tore the packet open and removed the condom.
I turned, my hands planting on her thighs as Elsie bent down and rolled the condom over my tip. “Shit,” I hissed as she sheathed me in the rubber, my fingers digging into her flesh.
Elsie leaned forward and kissed the corner of my mouth, withdrawing only to tell me, “I’m ready.”
Spurred into action at her words, I pushed forward and took her mouth with my own, as I guided her down onto the bed. I kissed her, cherished her, running my hands through her hair. Elsie’s hands splayed on my back, her short fingernails scraping along my skin.
I worked myself between her legs, running my hands down her thigh. I kissed at her neck, and down to her breasts, before I lifted to my arms, needing to be inside of her more than I needed air.
Elsie’s hands drifted to my biceps, and we paused in the moment, her looking up at me and me looking down at her. “You ready?” I asked softly, making sure one final time.
Elsie shifted beneath me, opening her legs, until I was braced at her entrance. A blush was on her already rosy cheeks, and she nodded her head. “Yes.”
Swallowing, praying that I didn’t hurt her, I pushed myself inside, inch by inch in a painstaking slowness. Elsie was as still as the night below me, her expressive eyes giving away everything she was feeling.
Her blue irises were bright as I filled her, my jaw clenched tight at the unbelievable feel of pushing inside her heat. Elsie winced and I froze. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling my tip pushing against something inside her.
She controlled her breathing and admitted, “It’s beginning to hurt.”
I went to immediately pull back when her legs clamped around the back of my thighs and she stopped me. I looked up in surprise and she cupped my cheek. “I’m a virgin, Levi. This was always going to be painful at first…” she took a deep breath, “but I want it. We just have to keep going through this next part.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her head tilted to the side and she smiled. “That’s why I want to do this more than ever.” Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. “Because you care enough to stop at the thought of causing me pain. Because, even though I can see how desperately you want to be inside me, you’re going slow, you’re making sure I’m safe.”
“Because you’re my girl,” I replied. Elsie’s eyes glossed at my statement.
Pushing on the back of my thighs with her legs, Elsie guided me forward, pushing me to break through her virginity and seat myself fully inside. I gasped as I filled her to the hilt, feeling Elsie flinch against my chest.
I froze, waiting until Elsie’s breathing evened out. She exhaled and said, “Move. I’m okay, now.”
I pressed kiss after kiss to her damp cheeks. “You sure?”
Elsie’s gaze softened and she rolled her hips, her teeth biting along her lip. But it wasn’t in pain. The sight of her, the feel of her, rolling against me, sliding along my hard dick caused me to instinctively push forward, then pull back, only to push back inside her heat once again.
“Ah,” Elsie moaned into my ear. My breath was shaky as I began to pick up speed, the feel of taking what was mine—of making love to my beautiful girl—completely consuming me.
My pulse raced and my heart thudded as my hips began picking up speed. My arms were tense, my back burning as Elsie’s nails dug into my skin. Soft moans trickled from Elsie’s mouth into my ear and her nipples hardened and brushed against my chest.
“Levi,” she whispered, and I inched back to look at her face. Elsie’s mouth was parted, and I held her gaze as my thrusts picked up speed, Elsie’s channel gripping me tight.
“Elsie,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
“Levi,” she whispered back, but her voice was cut off by a gasp, a gasp that took hold of my soul. “It…” she murmured, “it feels so good.”
Gritting my teeth, I shed my restraint. I plowed forward, filling Elsie with everything I had. I groaned, my breathing out of control. I dropped kisses to her bare shoulder, her cheeks and her lips, and with every single touch, pressure built at the bottom of my spine. I knew I was close, the feeling too good to describe.
Elsie’s moans increased until her channel began to contract and her forehead fell to my shoulders as she screamed out her release, gripping me so tight that light flared behind my eyes. I came, I came so hard that I roared out my release, filling Elsie as I tucked my head into her neck.
Her sweet scent filled my nostrils as I inhaled, my body slick as I shuddered inside of her. Her hands wrapped into my hair, her fingers yanking on the strands.
I rocked inside her slowly, sure that I wouldn’t ever stop coming, when Elsie’s legs slipped from my thighs, her hands dropping from their grip on my hair.
I breathed. I breathed and calmed my racing heart, before lifting my head and seeing my girl’s eyes closed tightly. I swallowed, seeing her face flushed and warm. Moving one of my hands, I brushed it down her cheek, her eyes fluttering open.
“Hey,” I said and saw her read my lips—a habit she had still yet to break.
Elsie smiled shyly and replied, “Hi.’
“Are you okay?” I rasped, my voice hoarse and cut.
Elsie rolled her head to nuzzle my palm. She exhaled and nodded, her warm breath dusting over my face. Cautiously leaning down, I kissed her lips, a
nd sighed against her mouth when Elsie kissed me back. It was soft and slow, and it was different. Different because I now knew all of her.
I knew her body. I knew her heart; all I had yet to claim was her soul.
Breaking from her mouth, I rolled to the side, gently sliding out from inside her. Elsie hitched a breath as I withdrew, removing the rubber and throwing it in the trash. Turning back to Elsie, she was staring at the ceiling, her face beautiful, glowing. “Tu sei bella,” I whispered. Elsie rolled her head to me. She smiled and reached out for my hand. As soon as our fingers were linked she pulled me forward until we were sharing the same pillow.
Elsie gave me the softest kiss and asked, “How do you say ‘kiss’ in Italian?”
Her eyes focused intently on my mouth, and I said clearly, “Bacio.”
“Bacio,” she repeated, her mouth plating out the unfamiliar language. I smiled seeing her face so excited, so bright, when she asked, “What’s your favorite Italian word?”
I frowned, then nearly broke apart with light when Elsie laughed, she sounded an adorable laugh and shook her head. “You probably think I’m crazy?”
I laughed back and shook my head. “I’ve just never been asked my favorite word before—in any language.”
That didn’t seem to deter Elsie and I thought about what she’d asked. I smiled when a word came to mind. “You have one?” she suspected. I nodded.
“I like the word farfalle, I suppose. I remember being a kid and finding any excuse to say it to my mamma or brothers.”
Elsie shuffled closer. “Farfalle. What does it mean?”
I shrugged. “Butterfly.”
Elsie’s responding smile could have lit up the damn room and I shrugged. “What?” she questioned.
“I think… I think my favorite sentence would now have to be ‘bella mia’.” I shifted, embarrassed, then translated, “My beautiful.”
Elsie froze, all humor fled her expression. I shook my head. “That was probably real damn cheesy.”