Devils Roses 05 - Death

me to him, "The man who loves you very much."
    I believe him. I don’t know why. His eyes have me bewitched. He lowers his face and brushes his lips against mine. It's soft and sweet but I can sense the kiss is about to explode into something else. His lips brush mine so softly, I shiver from the gentle touches. He drags a hand up into my long hair. He reaches around the back and grabs a fist full of it. He jerks my face. I moan, loudly. I pull away from him, mouth breathing and all. My face is on fire.
I shake my head, "That hurt." I don’t know what else to say.
    His eyes flash at me seductively. He bites his lip and shakes his head slowly, "No it didn’t. I know for fact you liked it."
    I climb of the other side of the bed slowly, as if backing away from an animal, "This is too weird. Too weird." He crawls across the bed and then he's against me. My back slams into the wall across the room, I moan again. I can't stop myself. I'm moan-laughing. A sound I've never made before. He licks my neck, pressing his body against mine.
"My sweet Hanna. I've missed you so." He spins me hard and fast, pressing my face into the dark wall. He lifts my hair and kisses softly along the back of my neck. My skin is shivering and going crazy. My brain is trying desperately to argue giving in to the seduction, but the pleasure is more than I ever imagined. I spin myself around and feel a growl creep out of my throat. An excited grin crosses his face. I shove him hard. He stumbles back towards the bed. I shove him again, knocking him onto the bed. He scrambles up the bedding. I crawl up after him.
    My body is on auto-slut.
    I couldn't stop if I wanted to.
    I pull my shirt off and crawl up to his face. He sits up and I wrap my legs around him. We are grabbing and pulling at each other's clothing. I shove him back and pull his shirt up over his face. He is blinded by it, with only his mouth sticking out. I bend and press my bare chest against his and suck his bottom lip hard, biting into it. I sit up and drag my nails down his body, marking him. He inhales sharply. My body is convulsing and pulsating and I can't get control of my breathing or get enough of him. I rip the pants from him. He throws me on my back and kisses my stomach. He pulls my pants off.
    There isn’t any foreplay. Neither of us have the patience. I want him inside of me. He grabs his erection and kneels between my thighs. I'm panting, waiting. The terror that should be there isn't. He rubs himself against my opening and then in a giant thrust, he's inside of me. I scream, expecting pain but there isn’t any. That doesn’t change the fact it isn’t the romantic moment I had planned for my virginity. He screams out after about a minute. He's pumping hard and crying out.
    "Hanna, you're a virgin." His voice is weak. I have no idea what he's talking about, but I'm lost in the heavy weight of the disappointment. My body doesn’t release the way I need it to. He's just gone completely rigid and collapsed onto my stomach.
    He looks up at me, obviously embarrassed.
    I frown, "What was that?" I ask. I don’t know a lot about sex but I know it should be better than that. "All that build up, for that?"
    He swallows and breathes hard, "You forgot to mention you were a virgin. That wasn’t how I planned for things to go either."
    I tilt my head, "I think I need a shower and then I think you owe me something."
    He laughs and climbs off of me, "Yes. Right. Well, of course I do. I dare say I might die from the horrors you put me through just now. I wasn’t prepared for that."
    I laugh and he laughs and I can't help but feel completely comfortable, considering the circumstances. His blushed cheeks and horrified look, are making it much better than an orgasm would have done.
    I wrap myself in a sheet from the bed and drag it down the hall.
    "So what happened with that Jimmy Stratton fellow?" He asks leading me down the hall.
    I gasp, "How do you know that name?"
    He arches an eyebrow, "Last time we did that for the first time you weren’t a virgin. It was intense enough without it being the blooming first time."
    "What time? We've never done that before obviously."
    "Well, it was the same time as this. It was now, but only in a different version of now. Like an alternate world where we did it and you weren’t a virgin."
    My brain hurts. I put a hand up and shuffle along the cold floor, "Dude. It's cool. You sucked. We don’t need to make excuses for it."
    He sniffs, "Well I