basis. Nothing could prepare me for seeing the real thing. let alone a very naked Seth. All of the nerves that I'd had about losing my virginity flew out the window. I wasn't worried about the pain or wonder about whether he'd fit. Somehow, I just knew he would and that everything would work itself out.
But Seth still didn't rush, even though we were both naked. Instead of rushing things, he only seemed to slow down. His fingers moved south and traced my most intimate folds, which made me gasp. His touch was so gentle, so loving that I could have cried. As the fever began to grow, the feeling in my stomach did as well.
Wanting to return his affection, I sat up and reached for him. After a few heated strokes, his breathing deepened and quickened and I felt a smile cross my face at the thought that I could make him as hot and bothered as he made me. Seth's hand caught mine in his own and pulled it away. Lacing our fingers together, he laid me back down.
"Condom," I said softly, knowing what came next. I was ready. I was more than willing.
He pulled away from me and walked out of the room for a minute, before returning, all ready to go. When he crawled back on the bed and over me, I felt my stomach swirl in anticipation. After all these years, I was going to lose my virginity.
To my brother's best friend.
Lacing his fingers through mine again, he dropped a light kiss in my cheek. "Are you completely sure?" he asked.
"Yes," I said strongly.
And then he was parting my legs and positioning himself between me. I moaned loudly as he slid his length into me as no one had before. I wasn't na ï ve. I knew that being twenty-one and a virgin, my hymen probably was no longer intact, so the only thing I had to worry about, was adjusting to his size.
"You feel so good," Seth moaned, dropping his head to my shoulder, before biting my neck softly. I moaned once, then twice as his fingers dropped to rub against my most sensitive area.
And then he started to move.
Slowly at first.
As my body adjusted to his size and his fingers continued their ministrations, I could already feel my nerves bounding together tightly. This was what I'd been missing for all those years, this feeling of completeness.
I tilted my hips up in order to allow more of him in and his breathing hitched. "Lexi," Seth whispered. "Lexi."
Biting his shoulder gently, I began to return his thrusts. Just when I thought the friction couldn't get any more unbearable, he would quicken the pace, making me feel as if I was going to fly apart.
His fingers pressed against me harder and I flew over the edge, not able to hold back the scream that ripped from my throat. A minute later, he stiffened over me and with one last thrust, collapsed on my body.
I was sweaty. I was exhausted.
But I was happy.
He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling a little empty, but made up for it when he pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead before I promptly fell asleep.
When I awoke a half hour later, Seth was passed out. Trying my best to not wake him up, I pulled out of his embrace and walked to the bathroom where I cleaned myself up.
When I returned to the bedroom, I realized that he had rolled onto his stomach. Climbing back on the bed, I sat there, tracing the intricate lines of his Celtic tattoo. My tracing woke him up as he moaned and then looked at me with a huge smile.
"Are you okay?" he asked me softly.
"Yeah," I replied, continuing my tracing. "I mean, people had told me what to expect, so I was prepared."
"Expect?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah." When my finger would get to the end of one line, I'd start all over or find a new one to trace. I was so into my activity, I replied without thinking, "I mean, Sarah told me it hurt really bad her first time, but she'd been fifteen at the time."
Seth sat up quickly and grabbed the hand that had been tracing his tattoo. "First