Chapter twenty-five- the day has come

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My eyes flutter from the light of the sun peaking through the curtness. I lean over and try to reach for Jagger, but he isn't there. I began to panic. I sit up quickly and look around the room for Jagger, but the room is empty. I roll out of bed and rush downstairs. Luckily, he's sitting at the table with my dad.

"Good morning, love." Jagger whispers and gives me a kiss on the forehead. I give him a weak smile and grab a bowl for some cereal.

After I'm done eating my cereal I dismiss my self without a word and go up to my room to get dressed for school.

"What are you getting dressed up for?" Jagger scares me while walking into the room.

"I have to go to school." I sigh.

"But it's already noon." He chuckles and sits down on the my bed. I slept in. Oh no.

"What? Why didn't you wake me up?" I raise my voice and pout.

"Because you needed to sleep. And because I liked watching you." He mumbles and looks into my eyes.

"You creep." I cross my arms over my chest.

"You know, you're cute when you pout." He says in a soft voice and smirks at me. I slowly walk over to him and sit on his lap, teasing him. He licks his lips and looks at my chest. His fingers trace along my cleavage and all of sudden, I'm gripping his crotch.

"Fuck." He moans as I unzip his pants.

"Wait." He pants. I tilt my head to the side and give him a whiny look.

"Don't you think we should find you a job today? I was looking for one for you and I saw a small coffee shop that was hiring." He plays with my hair and tries to hide his bulge.

"Jagger, I wanted to do this first." I slowly speak and try to pull down his pants. He doesn't say anything, but he lifts his legs off the bed so I can take his pants off easier.

I have no idea what to do, but I'm thankful when Jagger grabs my hand with his and he places it over is penis. The skin is smooth and I gently squeeze as he shows me what to do. His breathing gets heavy and his eyes soften. I pump faster and Jagger takes off his hand, letting me go in full control. He slides down his boxers. Oh my. It's huge. I've never really seen one before. I mean, I've seen one an images, but this is different.

"Big, right?" Jagger moans with a small chuckle.

"Now put your mouth around it." He instructs. What? I do as he says. I bring my mouth slowly to his length.

"Rae, look..... fuck... look at me." He demands. I twirl my tongue at the head and look into his eyes. His chest is rapidly pumping as I pick up my past. I grip the rest of his length that my mouth can't fit with my hand. It's hard for me to breathe, but seeing Jagger like this is sending me to the edge.

"Stop." He pulls him out of my mouth by my hair and stands up.

"Lay on the bed." He demands, but I shake my head.

"Now." He says harshly. He points the bed, but I don't move. He walks over to me, but I put my hands out.

"If I let you touch me, I will be tempted to do more." I tell him. And I mean it. I will be tempted to do more, and when Jagger rejects, I will throw a fit.

"So, then we can do more." He brushes his palm over my cheek. I step away from him and pull off my shirt. Not even thinking about my dad.

"Keep the pants on. I want to take them off." He says and pulls off his shirt. My eyes go straight to his abs and I squeeze my legs. He seems to notice because he chuckles.

"Wait I don't have a condom." He worries, but I'm prepared.

"I do. My mom gave me some... well... because... you know." I laugh nervously. My mom gave me a pack of condoms for me and Cash, but they never came to use. His jaw tenses, but I ignore it and reach in my drawer. I'm doing this. I'm really doing this. I'm loosing my virginity to the man I love.

I hand him the condom and he puts it on. I watch him carefully for future references. He climbs on top of me and pushes me by my shoulder so I'm flat on my back.

"Nervous?" He asks, but I nod my head. I'm never nervous around Jagger.

He kisses me on the lips and sways his tongue over my bottom lip. He kisses my neck, all the way down to my jaw line. His hands cup my breast while his eyes rake down my body. Watching him look at my body makes my cells dance.

"Are you sure?" He asks and looks back into my eyes. I nod my head and he pulls down my panties. He looks down and grabs his length. His rubs his fingers over my area and slides a finger into me. It kind of hurts with just his finger, but I can do this.

He rubs him self on my area with his length before he tries to entire me, but I stop him. It hurts. Way too much.

"Are you okay?" He searches my eyes for how I'm feeling, but I feel mixed types of emotions.

"It hurts." I whine. "But I want to you to keep going." I add and a deep smile covers his face. He slowly slides into me and before I know it, his full length is inside of me. It stings a lot and my legs squeeze his waist to ease the pain away. He stops in his movements so I can used to to the pain. Then he slowly pumps in and out of me. It starts to hurt less as he continues. He kisses me on the lips as our body's connect.

"I love you so much." He moans into my ear.

"I love you too." We look into each other's eyes as he makes love to me for the first time. I will always remember this feeling no matter how old I am.

"I-I'm coming." He stutters and kisses my neck. He pulls out of me and falls onto my chest. My fingers gaze through his hair as we catch our breaths. I feel sweat dripping down my face and wipe it with my hand. A few moments later, we are dressed and heading downstairs. It still hurts just to walk and Jagger notices me and looks at me with worried eyes. I appreciate him and assure him I'm okay, but he doesn't give in.

While we are watching tv, Jagger sits next to me and puts a blanket over both of our bodies.

My dad joins us on the other couch and begins to watch tv.

Jagger moves his hand to my area under the blanket and my jaw drops.

"Jagger, what are you doing?" I whisper while keeping my eyes on the tv.

"Making it hurt less." He whispers back, but I let him do what he's doing. The pain does slowly go away and minutes later, the only thing I feel is the love Jagger is giving me.

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