"Amanda," he whispered thickly, tasting her name, before cupping her face and kissing her. His lips moved slowly, almost hesitantly. Her hands clutched his damp hair, pulling him to her and her lips parted. He groaned with satisfaction and his tongue fueled with hers in eagerness as she arched against him.

A hand dropped to cup a breast through her sweatshirt. The heat from his palm penetrated the fabric as he gently rubbed the budding peak. He pressed her back into the window, his mouth hungrily bruising hers. Both his hands were now squeezing and messaging her breasts. Amanda moaned and she gripped his hair tighter. Her hips jerked against him and suddenly he violently pushed himself away.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I should go." He turned heading for the kitchen. His words had been so heavy with self-dislike that Amanda blushed. He wanted what she wanted.

She obviously was not desirable enough. Or did he sense her inexperience?

"Don't you want me?" she asked huskily, daring to be bold. He swung abruptly back, and the truth reflected in his eyes.

"I want you. I want you in the most intimate way possible for a man and woman," he turned away again. "Trust me, you can't be more disgusted with me than I am already with myself. I don't jump into bed with every woman I meet. I'm not- "he inhaled deeply and began to walk.

The dislike and harshness were not directed at her but at himself.

Amanda rushed after him and blocked his path to the kitchen.

He has admitted that he wants her. Her. Dull, boring Amanda Walker.

She looked up at his grim and tense face. She took a deep breath, and then, not allowing herself to think about what she was doing, she clung onto the small thread fate had thrown her.
"I feel the same. I want you too."

The silence emanating from him prodded her to add nervously, "I can't pretend I understand why, but I just know I do. If-if you would rather leave, I won't stop you."

She has opened herself to either his acceptance or rejection. The tension in the room suddenly thickened, and Amanda felt she could suffocate.

He frowned and searched her face intently, then, with one swift movement he dropped the blanket and lifted her into his arms. Shocked, Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he carefully carried her to the bedroom.

*

The bedroom was cold and dark, and the only light came from a nearby building's lights shining through the thin sheer curtains over the single-wide window. He hesitated in front of the bed.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes," Amanda whispered and by some unknown instinct, she pressed her lips into his neck, kissing him.
She heard him mutter under his breath, and for a moment she tensed, afraid of his rejection.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he said roughly as he released her to slide down his body. He stood motionlessly waiting for her to agree with him, but instead, she reached up and cupped his face. His jaw was strong and clean-shaven, and she tenderly rubbed her thumbs over his chin. He stiffened. He was still fighting the mutual need they had for each other.

How could she make him see and feel that this is what she wanted?

Amanda looked at his mouth, then stood on her toes and kissed him. Her lips weaved over his delicately, exploring his mouth. He groaned, a fierce hoarse cry of male desire that sent shivers down her spine. His hands sought the skin beneath her sweatshirt as he deepened the kiss. He gripped her tightly to him, pressing her into his chest.

The need to feel his bare skin against her own, had her break the kiss to move away, pulling her sweatshirt over her head and dropping it to the ground. He reached for her again, pulling her roughly into his chest. The sensation of her flattened breasts and pebble-hard peaks against his muscled skin, ignited a fire in her core. His mouth crushed hers again, and she trembled as his hands moved over her back, and her ribs, before stopping teasingly just under the swell of her breasts.

"You feel so good," he rasped against her mouth, a hand gliding down to the small of her back to press her lower body into his. Amanda gasped when she felt his fully aroused length against her stomach through the towel still wrapped around his waist.

Suddenly, he lifted her again to carry her to the side of the bed. Slowly he lowered her onto the comforter, and with one swift pull, he freed her from her sweatpants. He inhaled sharply as he discovered her completely naked. He climbed onto the bed, untying the towel and dropping it to the floor. He positioned himself above her, carefully lowering his weight onto her.

Amanda gasped as the heat of their naked bodies fueled the growing heat in between her legs. She instinctively parted her legs, and he tensed, his length throbbing just above her womanhood.

"I-Amanda-I think- "he began unsteadily, and she knew he was changing his mind. Tell her they must stop, that this was wrong. Her hands reached up to lock around his neck.

"I am on birth control, if-if that is what you-you are worried about?" She whispered, covering his face and neck with open-mouthed kisses. "Please don't stop."

A raw groan ripped from his throat, and he bent to kiss her collarbone, before moving his mouth down the valley of her breasts. She cradled his dark head when his mouth covered an aching bud.

"I can't believe this is happening," he breathed against her, a hand moving down between her legs. Amanda pulled on her bottom lip, her legs spread wider as his hand gently curved around her most intimate part. She gripped his shoulders, twisting beneath him as his fingers slowly delved to explore the inner secrets of her body. His mouth grew hot on her breast, sucking her bud into a painful pleasure.

Her lower body jerked, and the thrust of his fingers quickened. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her eyes closed as a pool of heat flushed her whole body. She arched her back, and with shocking speed, his fingers were replaced with his full length. With a single and powerful thrust, he was deep inside her.

The tiny sharp, but brief pain was quickly forgotten as her walls clenched around him and she bucked her hips. But he remained still, and she opened her eyes.

"Why the fuck did you not tell me you are a virgin?" He growled, and she wrapped her legs around him, afraid he would leave, arching to keep him inside of her.

"Please," she whispered and bucked her hips again. "Please, don't stop."

"Fuck."

He started to move with fierce urgency, giving in to the urging of his need. His mouth claimed hers with the same ferocity as his lower body. The sensation of each powerful thrust brought her closer to a pinnacle she desperately wanted to reach. The tiny quivers of pleasure caught Amanda by surprise, and she tensed.

"Let it happen, Amanda. Relax," he whispered into her mouth, and her muscles relaxed. Her body writhed and twisted beneath him in delirious pleasure when the small frantic little convulsions started. Amanda grabbed his back, crying out as he shuddered, pulsing his release deep within her.

"Amanda, sweet Amanda," he hoarsely whispered into her throat, after they rode the last wave of pleasure. He rolled off her, sliding an arm underneath her and tucking her firmly to his side and she snuggled, exhausted.

Amanda's eyelids were unnaturally heavy, but somewhere in her mind, she knew she needed to say something. His arms tightened around her, and she felt his breath in her hair, murmuring something. She wanted to ask what he said but was so tired. She drifted to sleep, curled up next to the stranger she had given herself freely.
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