Into the Light

101 Anna's POV (MATURE)

THIS WILL BE A MATURE CHAPTER. COMPLETELY SMUT. IF YOU DON'T LIKE READING THESE TYPES OF THINGS, THEN SKIP IT. YOU WON'T BE MISSING ANYTHING IMPORTANT, I PROMISE. IF YOU ARE TOO YOUNG, (WHICH I'M SURE MOST OF YOU ARE) THEN KEEP YOUR AGE TO YOURSELF. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. PSA: THIS IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. DO NOT LET THIS SWAY YOU INTO THINKING THAT IT IS OKAY TO DO AT A YOUNG AGE! THIS IS ALSO A LOT LONGER THAN MY USUAL CHAPTERS SINCE I WON'T BE POSTING IT ON INSTA. ok, I did my part. Now, let's get on with the good stuff. ENJOY! (side note: if you are one of those people that likes to take ss and post them on twitter just to start shit about people writing smut about the guys, kindly remove yourself. I'm letting you know now, i'm not the one. I'm not a child and i don't play well with bratty children.) K Bye!

His fingers made their way to my hand, hanging by my side, and laced themselves through mine. He walked me over to the bed and sat down, leaving me standing in front of him. When I moved to sit, his large palm spread across my stomach, stopping me. The strange ache in the pit of my stomach clenched at his touch. "Not yet," he whispered. He pulled me closer to him, positioning me in between his spread knees, and looked up to meet my gaze. "You are the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen," he said, softly, holding my hands in his. "I'm going to ask you again.  Are you sure that you're ready for this? I won't be upset." My heart clenched at the emotion and strain in his voice. He wanted this badly and I could tell. But he was still making sure that I was okay and that this was what I wanted. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Was this even real? Would I wake up and still be a ghost? Stuck in the Darkness, with him gone from my world? God, I really hoped not, but if so, I was going to make the most of this night. I took my hand from his and placed it on his cheek, before I leaned down and pressed my lips softly against his. His hands traveled to my lace covered waist and held me there. When I leaned back, I held his gaze, hoping that he could see how much I meant the words that I was about to say. "I want this," I replied, softly. "I want you, more than anything." The relief that flooded his eyes would've been comical, if I hadn't been so overcome with different emotions. I was still scared, but it wasn't the strongest thing that I felt. I was nervous, but his touch steadied me. More than any other feeling I felt right then, I felt love. I loved him with my entire being. I couldn't believe that this was a sin. Love was the main thing in God's teachings. Maybe Colby would be my husband one day. Maybe not. Either way, this was a night that I would never allow myself to regret. "I love you," I choked out, trying to make him see in my eyes just how much. He pulled me down until I was sitting in his lap, sideways, and brushed my hair back from my face with one hand. "I love you too, Anna. I think I have since the very beginning," he replied. While his words twisted my heart, my overly sensitive body became painfully aware that my bare ass was pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans. I was also painfully aware that there was a hard bulge pressing into me. Fear tried to raise its ugly head, but I fought it down. There was nothing to fear here. It was Colby. He wouldn't hurt me, or rush me. I had nothing to be afraid of. He lowered his head and pressed his soft lips against my shoulder. I sighed and shifted a little, to be straighter in his arms. When I did, his fingers bit into my hips and he groaned against my skin. I started to move, thinking that I had hurt him. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean-" He held me in place and raised his head to look at me. "You didn't do anything wrong...but stand up." I did as he asked and heard his sharp intake of air. I froze, with my back to him, remembering that my ass was hanging out. Oh my God! I jerked a little when I felt his hands, one on each leg, above my knees. "You are so incredibly sexy," he whispered, his voice raspy. Goosebumps made their appearance again, leaving a trail of where his hands had been. They traveled slowly up my legs, pushing the thin cotton skirt up as they did. The higher they went, inch by glorious inch, my breath got stuck in my throat. When they reached the top of my thighs, right below my ass, he started to apply pressure, massaging me. He moved them up my hips, until his thumbs were pressed against my bare ass. I stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do with what I was feeling. The knot in my stomach coiled tighter and the ache in between my legs started to throb. I had never felt like this before. "You're perfect," he whispered. He kneaded my skin for another minute, then groaned. He stood and pulled me back against him, so that my ass was pressed against the hard bulge in his jeans. He placed his hands on my arms and rubbed them up and down slowly, for a moment, while he trailed soft kisses along my neck and shoulder. I let my head fall back and relaxed into him. He moved his hands to my stomach and held me tighter against him, while he worked his magic on my neck. When his teeth pressed down, just a little, I inhaled sharply and jerked against him. He chuckled and the deep rumble next to my ear sent shivers over my skin. His hands moved from my belly and slid up my sides, then back down over my hips, until they met skin. He slowly pushed the fabric up my legs again and grazed the sides of my ass with his fingers. "I really like whatever this is that you're wearing, by the way," he murmured, in between the kisses that he kept pressing on the flushed skin on my neck. "It's sweet and innocent, like you," he continued. Then I felt his palm cup my right ass cheek firmly. "Then, there's that little bit of naughty." Before I could register what he had said and done, or how it made me feel, he spun me around in his arms, so that I was facing him. I gulped when I saw the hungry look in his eyes. He left one hand on my hip and brought the other back to my shoulder. His fingers dipped under the lace there and moved it down so that it was hanging on my arm. "It covers just enough to leave a man wanting more," he said, before pressing his lips against my heated skin again. Was it getting hot in here? I felt like my body was on fire. I brought my own hands up, hesitantly, and wrapped them around his neck. He brought his head back up and looked me in the eyes. "I'm going to go slow. If there is anything that I do, that makes you uncomfortable, don't be afraid to tell me. If you want to stop at any time, don't be afraid to tell me. Okay?" His breathing was coming a little faster, and his voice was strained. I nodded and leaned forwards to press my lips to his. It was supposed to just be a quick, gently kiss...but that's not what happened. When my lips met his, that familiar electric current sparked and he crushed me to his body. His tongue swiped over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I opened to him, letting him deepen the kiss, as his hands started to roam over my body. I moaned a little, when he cupped my ass and pressed me harder against him, and dug my fingers into his neck. I didn't know that a kiss could feel like this. It was so much MORE than any other kiss that we had shared. Tongues, lips, and teeth, fighting for control, but of what, I didn't know. I put more force into it, trying to match his own. When he pulled back, I had to take a few gulps of air to steady my breathing. I watched as he lifted his shirt over his head, then I couldn't stop my eyes from admiring what was in front of me. The tattoo that kind of looked like a weird heart on his peck, and the dripping rose that was on his side, made my fingers ache to touch them. I let my eyes travel over the dips and lines of his abdomen, then further down to the V of his hips. I felt my face flush again, when they skimmed over the light dusting of hair that led down into his jeans. I watched still, when his hands unbuckled those jeans and started to push them down his hips. After he stepped out of them, I met his hungry gaze again. He stood there in a pair of black boxer briefs, that did nothing to hide the significant bulge that lay beneath them. I didn't understand what I was feeling, but it was like my body was craving his. I felt like I needed to feel those hard lines on my skin. That tingling feeling got stronger in between my legs, making me squirm. He held his hand out to me, and I took it, allowing him to bring me to the bed. "Do you want to be under the blanket? Or does it matter?" he asked, with that gravelly texture still coating his voice. Only then did I notice that the room was dimmed, with only candle flames giving us light. "Anna?" he asked, uncertainly. I met his gaze and smiled softly. "No. No blanket," I answered, shyly. I sat on the bed and scooted over to give him room, before I lay back against the pillows. He lay down and rolled towards me, so I turned onto my side, facing him. He placed his hand on my hip and massaged it gently. For a few minutes, we just looked at one another. His clear blue eyes were like an ocean, with storm clouds rolling above it. I felt like I was drowning in them, letting the waves take me under, until I couldn't breathe. Only, it wasn't scary or painful. It was intense, making my heart beat faster inside my chest, while air slipped out in little gasps. The feel of his hand on my flushed skin was sending electrical currents through my nerves, reaching straight to my core. His hand moved slowly, down my thigh, then back up over my hip, pushing my skirt up, until it rested on my side, below my breast. It stilled there, while he held my gaze. I nodded slightly, instinctively knowing that he was asking permission to touch me. He licked his lips, then looked at his hand that started to move. Back to my shoulder it went and lowered the lace strap there, a little at a time, until I felt a cool breeze on my exposed breast. I wanted to cover myself but I couldn't look away from the expression on his face. His teeth captured his full bottom lip, as he stared at my uncovered flesh. I shivered a little when I felt his fingers caress my collar bone. My core was throbbing, almost painfully with need. He trailed his fingertips further down, slowly, going over my breast. When he reached my nipple, I inhaled sharply and jerked a little. Anticipation pooled in between my legs, making me damp. I would've been embarrassed, if I wasn't drowning in him. He met my gaze again and then closed his palm over my breast, putting pressure against my nipple. My back arched, pushing my chest into his hand harder. No one had ever touched me like this. Not even myself. My body was tingling all over, all of my nerve endings being sparked by core. He moved his hand, then rolled towards me, pushing me onto my back, before he hovered over my body. This was really happening! What was I supposed to do? Where did my hands go? He nudged one of his legs in between mine, pressing on my spot that begged for attention. My hips jerked towards him and I let out a moan. The sound of it surprised me. His lips turned up on one side, so that he was smirking at me. I wanted to say something to him, tell him not to get a big head, but then he lowered his head towards my chest and my mouth clamped shut. I sucked in a breath when I felt his warm tongue start to glide along my breast, circling my nipple. The peak grew taught, with his breath blowing over it. His hand moved to my other shoulder and drew the nightie down, until my other breast was exposed. "OH!" I gasped, when I felt his teeth close over my nipple. His large palm covered my other and started to massage it. What was happening? Oh God, my body was begging for something, some kind of release, but I didn't know what to do. After a moment, his hand moved from my breast and traveled down my body. Over my stomach, then further still. Oh my God. His hand was so close. I brought my hands up to his shoulders, feeling like I needed to brace myself for something. I moaned again, when he just barely drifted his hands over my fabric covered heat. 'Please touch me' was all I could think. I was craving him. This had to be what drugs were like, because I never wanted to stop doing this.