// Anchor //

//27//

May's POV

We barely close the door, Matty presses his lips on mine again.
We stumble to the bed and he lays me down, softly.
"I have never spoken out loud my feelings, May! And I won't say it now...but please believe me that I care about you, deeply!"
His face is only a heartbeat away from mine. His beautiful chocolate brown eyes are looking at me with love.
I place my lips on his again, hopefully showing him that I feel exactly the same.

His lips find their way down my neck, mumbling sweet little things.
I run my hands through his curls, can't suppress a moan.
He lays his fingers under my shirt, hesitates and goes on when I whisper a "yes"
After taken off my shirt, he starts unbutton his blouse but without stopping to kiss me.
He is taking off my bra and his fingertips are softly exploring my body.
He strokes over the faded bruises and places light kisses on them.
A warmth feeling is growing in me and I know I want him, now, tomorrow and forever.
So I put my hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating really fast, his breath going faster because he enjoys the touch.
Matty raises his head and kisses me again and again.
I stroke his hair, and he moans softly.

It's so different from the times with Tyler. He never cares if I'm good, he never waits for me to want him too.
He just starts and when he knows he's ready, he just...
Tears are swelling up in my eyes.

Matty stops kissing me immediately.
"May you're alright?"
I blink to fight the tears.
"Yes! It's just...I don't know how...Tyler never was...he didn't"
"He didn't care?"
I nod. Matty takes my hand and place it on his chest above his heart.
I can see his chest tattoo, birds and a heart and a name "Annie".
"May?"
I look in his eyes again.
"I want you to feel comfortable with me. I want you to touch however you like. We can take it slow. Just, talk to me. Okay?"
I nod again.
Shyly I touch his chest with my hands and stroke down to his stomach.
He trembles because of my touch and suddenly he is turning us around so I'm now on top.
"I'm yours , May"

Courage by his words and his look I start kissing him from his chest to his tattoo on his hip.
It's a flower with a 'We are Kings' writing.
Matty starts breathing faster and puffing.
I lay my fingers on his waistband.
"Yes", he breathes.
I open his jeans and with his help, he takes them off.
Now he is opening my jeans and he is taken them and my panties off.

He turns around again and now he sits on top of me.
"One moment babe", he mumbles, taking something out of his jeans pocket and kisses me again.
"Do you really want this, May? You still can say 'No'"
"I want you Matty!"
I am ripping off his boxers and now we're both naked.
He takes the little thing he took out his jeans pocket and open it with his teeth.
Oh a condom!

When he's ready, Matty places his lips on mine again ant takes my hands in his hair.
He is laying between my legs now, still just stroking me and mumbles,
"If I'm hurting you please tell me okay?"
"Okay", I blush.

Softly, as if I'm fragile, he is thrusting into me.
That makes me scream out, and I'm scared.
"No...", I whisper.
"May...Hey... look at me!"
Matty's voice sounds so tender and pleasing.
He touches my lips softly and starts moving.
I gasp and moan.
"I won't hurt you love I promise", Matty breathes to me and moves again.
It doesn't feel bad, no it feels like...like heaven.
As more he moves and kisses me, whispering that he won't hurt me and other sweet things, I feel safe.
Matty is not Tyler!
He won't hurt me!
He won't!

I can feel I'm close and I start whimpering.
"It's okay love. Let it go", Matty groans breathless and I suddenly cried my pleasure out.
Matty follow me with a moaned "Fuck May!"

He falls on me and kisses me.
"You're alright?"
I'm fine! I'm damn fine because it didn't hurt as with Tyler! It was...heaven!

But instead of speaking I just kiss him back.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?", he asks worried.
"No. It was...amazing! I didn't know it could be like that!"
I blush and avoid his glare. But Matty grabs my chin and makes me looking at him again.
"You never had sex like that? You never...?" He raises a brow.
I am shaking my head.
"So...this was like your first time, kind of?!"
I shrug, feeling suddenly uncomfortable with being naked and grab the blanket to cover my body.

Matty is sitting next to me, a piece of art. Beautiful art. And I did touch him.
Me, the girl with bruises. I'm not art. Not even comparable to him.