Into the Light

102 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 knee nudged my legs further apart so I brought one knee up, to make room. Room for what? Then his fingers dipped inside my underwear and I wanted to scream. He hadn't even touched me yet, but the buzzing felt like it was in my soul now. I whimpered when I felt his fingers dip inside my folds, gently putting pressure against a sensitive little nub. He circled it slowly, making me move my legs unconsciously, searching for some kind of release. He stopped then, and moved them further down, searching until he found his mark. "Oh God," I prayed, when he dipped his fingertips inside of my entrance. I dug my nails into his shoulders and bit my lip, to hold back the perverted sounds that wanted to leave my mouth. His teeth closed around my very sensitive nipple again, leaving me squirming against him, a moaning mess. He released my breast from it's capture and met my gaze. "I love you," he said, his voice rough with need. I opened my mouth to reply, then his thumb found my nub, while his fingers dipped in and out of me, starting a rhythm. Instead, a loud moan escaped my throat, and I threw my head back against the pillow, closing my eyes. When I felt his hands leave me, I whimpered and looked up. My body was taught, like a rubberband ready to snap. I needed him to do something. To help me. He grinned and moved down my body, until his head was below my hips. "We're gonna need to take this off," he said, lifting the cotton skirt. I cleared my throat and nodded. He leaned up onto his knees and held out his hand for me. I took it and he pulled me to a sitting position. When he motioned for me to lift my arms, I did so with no thought, only obedience. As the fabric was lifted over my head, I felt the warmth of his body close to my own. I felt like I should try to cover myself, to show some modesty, but when I saw the look in his eyes when they roamed over my almost naked body, I no longer cared. He made me feel like I was beautiful...sexy. "Lay back down," he replied, his voice low and rough. I did as I was told, then watched as he gripped my thighs with both of his hands, his eyes staring at my most private area. "These too," he said, then moved his fingers to my hips, dipping them under the little string from my thongs. I instinctively knew to lift my hips for him. I kept my eyes trained on his, while he slowly trailed the hated material down my legs, then threw them to the floor. He stood and drew his boxers down his legs, then kicked them to the side. My eyes widened when I saw his...well, HIM. I gulped, thinking about how it was probably, definitely going to hurt. How was that supposed to fit inside of me?! He reached over and pulled a box out of the Target bag. I watched as he ripped the little foil packet and started rolling the slick condom over himself. He crawled back onto the bed, and hovered over me, his elbows propped on either side of me, the lower part of his body between my legs. I lifted my knees instinctively, so that his body fit perfectly into mine. I could feel him pressing against my heat. "You doing okay?" he asked, quietly, staring into my eyes. Fear was ebbing it's way in, even though my body was still thrumming with anticipation It was a weird thing to feel both of these things at the same time. I nodded slowly, and tried my best to swallow down that knot of fear. "I'll go slow," he promised, then lowered his lips to mine. They moved over my own with a gentleness that I hadn't felt before, slow and languid, like we had all the time in the world to enjoy each other. My heart clenched inside my chest, as I fell for him a little bit more. He kept his lips on mine, then reached his hand down in between us. The buzzing inside of me grew stronger, when I realized what he was doing. I felt the tip of his length swipe through my folds and groaned into his open mouth. It was like nothing I had felt before. Agony and heavenly at the same time. Then he was at my entrance, pushing slightly. I broke the kiss the suck in a heavy breath. He kept his gaze locked with mine, as he pushed a little more. I felt like he was filling me up, the pressure doing nothing to uncoil the tense ball in my lower belly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my knees fall to the sides. He kept pushing, agonizingly slow, filling me up inch by glorious inch, until I felt a hard pressure. I gripped his shoulders tightly and hissed in between my teeth. "This is probably going to hurt, but I'll stop until you're through it. I'm sorry," he said, then pushed my hair back from my face. He pressed his lips to mine again, then pushed a little harder, one quick time. A sharp pain seared through me and I tried to cry out against it, but it was lost inside his kiss. He was true to his word and stilled inside of me. I felt tears form in the corners of my eyes and the throbbing between my legs was no longer the good kind. He broke the kiss and looked down at me. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. I bit my lip and tried to smile. "Let me know when you're okay." I took a deep breath and let it out, shakily. After a minute, I realized that he was right. The pain was ebbing away, leaving only the deep, throbbing need that I had for something to be released. "Okay," I whispered, more excited than scared now. The hard part was over, right? He started to move inside of me, in and out, at a slow, steady pace. I closed my eyes and pushed my head back against the pillows. My nerves started to buzz and the ball in my stomach was aching. My core was throbbing with such intensity, I didn't know how to deal with it. "Oh, Jesus Christ," he groaned, speeding up. It felt like there was a fire starting in my core, simmering then building to flames. Moans started leaving my mouth and for the first time, I didn't care how it sounded. I dug my nails into his shoulders again, then moved my hands to his hair. I knotted my fingers there, holding on for dear life. I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff and I wasn't sure if I wanted to fall or not. I whimpered when he started moving faster and harder, pushing into me with more force. The flames kept building, until they were raging. Something was about to happen. My nerve endings felt like electricity was just zinging through them, with no way out. I squeezed my eyes closed against the build up. When I felt his hand shoot down in between us, and find that special spot, they flew open again and I cried out loudly. "Oh my God!" Was I praying? I didn't know, but I felt like I was about to explode. His finger started flicking against that spot, faster and faster, while he shoved in and out of me. His groans sounded like music to my ears, only making the agonizing throb worse. "Oh, what's- OH!" My world exploded around me, the tightly coiled ball in my stomach coming unraveled. It spread through every nerve that I had, spreading throughout my entire body. I squeezed my eyes shut again and saw flashes of light behind the darkness. I couldn't stop myself from tightening against him. He let out a deep throaty groan but kept moving and flicking, while my body shook with each surge of electricity. Finally, the world started coming back together, as my body came down from its burst. He slowed his finger, then moved it out of the way. I was glad because every movement against me felt like I would fall off that cliff again and I wasn't sure that I could handle it. I opened my eyes lazily to see him staring down at me. He moved inside of me faster, bracing his hands over me. My body was weak, but each stroke fueled the flames again. He grunted, then snapped his hips against me hard, one last time, before his body started to tremble. I held onto his neck, keeping my eyes locked with his, as his on world exploded. I felt him pulse inside of me and groaned against the sensation. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. I wanted him to stay here forever, for us to be like this forever. He leaned back up and kissed me, sweetly. "Are you okay?" he asked, a little worry in his eyes. I reached up and pushed his damp, sweaty hair back from his forehead, and smiled. "I'm better than okay," I replied." He grinned a little, like a little boy. "Really?" he asked, like he was unsure of himself. "Really," I answered. "That was better than any expectation I could've had. I didn't know that it could feel this way." He smiled again and pressed his lips to mine for a slow, lazy kiss. When he pulled back, he rolled off of me, pulling out and leaving me feel strangely empty. Only then, did I remember that I was lying there naked. He stood with his back to me. "It's not always that way," I heard him say. I sat up gingerly, feeling a little sore. He tossed something in the trash, and turned back to me, proudly, deliciously naked. "It's not always like that. I don't think it's ever been like that for me. That was a different kind of intense. It was...special," he replied. My heart swelled along with the tears that formed in my eyes. "Stay there, I'll be right back," he said, then walked to the bathroom. I felt strangely vulnerable so I pulled the blanket up around myself to hide my nakedness. He came back into the room just a few short moments later, with a rag in his hand. He sat on the bed, and gently pulled the blanket from my hands, exposing me to him. "Let me help," he said, softly, motioning his head towards my heat. I started to decline and just tell him that I could do it. This felt more intimate that what we had just done, for some reason. I sighed and leaned back, opening to him once more. He wiped the warm, damp rag around me, cleaning what was left behind. After he finished caring for me, he tossed the rag into the bathroom. He pulled his bag onto the bag and dug through it for a minute, before pulling out one of his t-shirts. "Here, you can wear this to sleep in," he offered. "I left it in here from the trip because I didn't wear it. It should be more comfortable for you to sleep in." I took the black t-shirt and brought to my face. It smelled like him, even if he didn't wear it. I took a deep breath of it, then pulled it on over my head. "Thank you," I whispered, feeling especially shy. "Come here," he said, holding his hand out to me. I took it and stood next to him by the bed. "Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me," he said, softly, with his hands resting on my lower back. I didn't know what to say, so I just pressed my lips to his, hard, trying to tell him how much it had meant to me. He kissed me back, with just as much force, then pulled back gently. "We don't have any clean sheets...um, I can put a towel down, I guess. Is that okay with you?" he said, glancing at the bed. When I looked over and saw the blood, my face flushed in embarrassment. "Oh! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, with my hands fluttering over the mess. "Anna, stop!" he exclaimed, and grabbed my hands in his. "It's normal. It's not something to be sorry about. I'll get it fixed up. Don't you worry about it. Here, sit here, while I fix it." He sat me down in the chair that was in front of the desk, then went about trying to clean up the mess, before putting a couple of clean towels over it.