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Not only does she immediately kiss me back, but she also wraps her hands around my neck. I can feel her heartbeat when our chests touch, and I can only assume she can feel mine as well. I think we were both near to having a massive stroke, but now that she is silent and kissing me, and I got enough balls to take the initiative, I think all the intensity paid off.

Wrapping my hands around her waist, I minimalise the distance between us, and my hands slowly go up and down her back, caressing her lightly. Feeling the shape of her body is nice and all, it really is better than nothing, and most guys most likely didn't get any farther than that with her, but I slide my hands underneath it where I can feel the warmth, softness and smoothness of her skin.

While kissing me back slowly and tenderly, she unlinks her hands behind my neck in order to run her hands over my chest where her touch lingers.

By kissing her a couple of more times, more and more tenderly each time, I eventually close the kiss and press my forehead against hers. She mirrors my action, except that it takes her a moment or two to look up.

"What is it?" She asks in a whispering tone and a slightly husky voice.

God, if you only knew... It's what I've wanted since the moment I woke up in your apartment.

I grin, exhaling in a way that is cathartic. "I just... What's happening?" What's happening to me to only be this calm, at peace and not only really aroused but so drawn to her presence as well?

"Well," she sighs as she moves her hands up to my jaw and neck, caressing both with light movements of her fingers, "we're cuddling. We're on our way to do that, at least."

As I chuckle I lightly brush my nose against hers, and meanwhile, my hands follow the outline of her abdomen, all underneath the shirt. "Right, cuddling."

I can hear her grin due to her deep breathing, and she leaves a quick peck on my lips. "Have you changed your mind?"

"Not at all," I whisper, while moving my hands further up, and stopping them at her breasts. "Not at all," I repeat, which is when she lightly indicates by trying to lean up that she wants to kiss me.

I brush her lips with mine once, twice, then she takes none of that from me anymore and captures my lips in a sweet kiss when I try to do the same thing again.

She squeezes closer to me, so our bodies are perfectly aligned together, then pushes my open shirt off of my shoulders and reaches with her hands around my waist and lightly runs them over my back, occasionally scratching me a bit.

Without distancing myself physically from her, after she closes the kiss and goes in for another one, I breathe against her lips: "Tell me what you want."

Tell me that you want me...

Still hugging me, she doesn't answer me immediately but kisses my cheek first, then my neck as she lowers herself down from standing on her toes this whole while. She looks up at me, her hands on my back with their warm and soft movement tranquilising me and keeping me alert at the same time.

"I want," she starts then puts her lips on my chest where she leaves a tiny trace of pecks, "you. You on top."

Just hearing those words from her speeds my heart rate, I can't breathe in any other way, but to deeply inhale and exhale.

How is this right now so arousing? I've done so many of perverted and kinky things, yet not a single one of those moments can compare to this one. I'm not burning up from the desire to be with her, I'm not in any sort of haste to get it done with it either. The longer it takes, the more appealing it seems. The foreplay this long and this slow has never been as sensual as it is now.

I can hear Annabelle grin once I exhale loudly. She's probably really proud of how she can turn me on. Well, that pride is well-deserved.

"Stop!" I smile widely and swerve down to her, silencing her with a quick kiss. Right after kissing me back, she starts chuckling. "I said stop!" And I kiss her again, which only causes more and more giggling from her.

I could go on with this forever, I feel like a silly teenager, and I don't recall if I've ever been that happy when a girl giggled at me for trying to sleep with her.

"Stooop!" I cry, then pull her in for a longer kiss, tilting my head to the side to properly deepen it.

That sure as hell stops her from giggling, and after the kiss, she's the one to sigh in such a pleased manner as I have before.

I guess we just do that to each other, Annabelle...

With the pace of a snail I begin to lift her shirt, slowly revealing her pale, fit body, the fabric grazes her skin and leaves it covered in tiny goosebumps.

I pull the shirt off in a spectacular way, like I'm a magician, and throw it somewhere in the room. If it lands on the ground, the nightstand, the bed, the windowsill, I couldn't care less. Right now, the only thing in the world I could ever care about is Annabelle.

❤ 

Once that's behind us and she's there in all her bare beauty, she reaches forward to get me to the same level of nudity.

Just knowing her fingers are on the belt, unbuckling it, and that they're this close to touching my skin, but somehow never do, increases the suspense.

Deep inside my body is screaming: Touch me!

When she unbuckles the belt, all the trousers need are a little push from her in order for them to fall down.

I'd love to comment on it all with something like her gaining skills in a kinky way, but it looks like she's had enough of talking for tonight. Despite me being taller, she very effectively pulls me down to her in another deep kiss.

The whole while we're kissing, she's going up my back to my shoulders, then down, which is when she finally strips me of all clothes.

Slowly lowering down onto the bed, she eventually lies down on the sheets with her back pressed against them, pulling me along with her. I break a sweat in the middle of it because she does it all slowly and gracefully, which I can't say for myself. Had everything relied on me, we would have broken my bed, but thankfully she is so physically fit that this doesn't happen.

I'm all at her disposal like this, she can touch me wherever and however, and her hands mostly linger around my shoulder blades. Every now and then she'd grab or lightly scratch me.

I just want to touch her too, but I'm busy holding myself up and not crushing her with my weight, though I think she could take it. I follow her wish to have me on top, instead of mine, which is to touch her hips and breasts and her thighs - oh God, her thighs.

Annabelle puts her legs around my waist eventually, and as she does that and I feel the warmth of her legs right on me, I... I succumb to my wish, to say the least.

I break the kiss in an attempt to go down to her thighs because I crave that right now, but she stops me from moving away and pouts at me angrily. "Is kissing not interesting anymore?"

I nearly snort at that remark for she should know quite well that I'm dying for her kisses. They are just so homey and they seem so natural like it's meant that we kiss.

With one of my hands, I do go down there and feel the inner side of one of her thighs. "No, that would never happen."

She tilts her head to the side, then shows everything with just the direction of her gaze, which... goes down to me. Like down to me me. And I'm not as... comfortable as I usually am. Most of the time it's like unleashing the beast, and now I'm just... curling into a ball inside.

"Time for action then?" She grins widely and bites her lip, and you know what, screw her thighs, it's time for damn action!

I know I'm already lying on top of her, but the way I jump to kiss her again, and you know - get to the action, can only be described as me pouncing her. But I'm not feral. I'm just craving her, I'm craving the feeling of kissing her deeply, especially after tonight when I've watched her be so transcendental on that stage. It's hard to believe I'm about to sleep with someone that seemed so unapproachable, which is a weird thing for me because I always imagine that's what women think about me.

❤ 

"Wait, wait, wait!" She breaks the kiss and breathes heavily. I mean, make out sessions like this one are the best, especially when you know what they're leading to, but her panic becomes a panic of my own.

"W-what? What's wrong?"

She gives me a big reassuring smile that does restore, but not fully my confidence in this night. "No, nothing is wrong, I just want to suggest we use a condom. I don't want to take Plan B again, and it's also not advisable."

"Oh, of course. Yeah, definitely." I can finally breathe again. Jesus, I thought that I did something that made her change her mind or that something really bothered her. "The first drawer of the nightstand."

"Coolio," she whispers and gives me a quick peck before she slides right underneath me to get to the drawer.

I watch her as she climbs up the bed to the nightstand in all her bare and pale glory. When she browses through the drawer looking for a condom, she tucks one side of her loose hair behind her ear, while her hair on the other side creates a red veil as it falls down. She looks like... I don't know like she could be one of the virgins promised to reside in heaven where milk and honey run in streams.

She is even prettier like this than she was on the stage, maybe because I know that I can actually reach for her. Her performance completely struck me with awe, but she seemed so distant that if I tried to touch her, I'd be swatted away.

Annabelle turns to me, handing me the packaging, not at all ashamed of being this exposed in my presence. That's because she's normal! The more time we spend together, the more comfortable she gets. Then there's me that is exactly the other way around.

Incognito, I find a way to slide under the covers, while, of course, taking the condom from her hands. I don't want her to watch me as I put it on, which again is something I normally don't mind. I even like it if women do that because they're fascinated. Let's be honest, I'm pretty well-hung, so naturally, they like to look at it. But I don't want her to look... I'd just end up feeling like she's not impressed by it, with no good reason, might I add.

As I'm in the middle of something, she slides under the covers as well. "Whenever you're ready."

I've been ready for 8 hours, Annabelle. You're really not the one that should be ushering me.

She's more than happy when I roll over and on top of her, which she shows by immediately accepting me in her embrace. Just from how she immediately positions herself, she shows that she has had enough of foreplay and waiting for this.

As, you know, I'm about to do it, Annabelle gently cups my face and caresses my jaw and cheeks as I slide in. While my breath catches in my throat at the feeling, she inhales sharply with a slight smile pulling at her lips. This... This right now is so pure... 

When I pull back and back in again, she closes her eyes, then whispers so quietly even I can barely hear her: "Nathan, can this be... like this? Just very slow?"

I lean my cheek deeper into her hand and smile at her, "This can be whatever you want it to be."

❤ 

I am rewarded with a big smile of appreciation that is a bigger turn-on than seeing her in lingerie - kind of an overstatement, really. 

I wait for her to give me any kind of signal that she's fine with this continuing. I'm waiting for any kind of a word or a kiss, but she indicates enough with the movement of her hips that sends a shiver down my spine, and naturally, I can't do anything else but obey her. 

It's not exactly what I'm used to and it's not exactly the hottest and the sweatiest possible sex that drives you insane, but it's something on a whole different level that gives a completely different kind of satisfaction. I'm not in desperate need to speed this up nor do I want to grab her for her hips or thighs. The way it is now when everything is slow and gentle, tender even, is like food for the soul. 

Every now and then she closes her eyes and leans her head to the side, which for me is like a call to give her neck a quick bite, and as I do that, she exhales in a way that I can hear she's smiling. 

Before I move my lips away from her neck for good, I plant a kiss right underneath her ear, which is when she lightly moans, and whispers: "Kiss me..." 

The simple words are not a request, but a demand, which means that the moment my lips are not touching the skin on her neck anymore, she diverts my attention from everything else by pulling me into a kiss - not a deep one, not a light one, but a firm kiss that only results in numerous kisses following the first one, and those eventually turn into a long chain of kisses that never breaks, which perfectly coincides with everything we're doing. 

It's perfect for our rhythm, it's perfect for any kind of our movement, it's perfect for the warmth our bodies create, and to be completely frank, kissing Annabelle in any kind of way is perfect for any scenario just as long as you get to kiss her. 

Annabelle links her legs around my waist. This seemingly innocent endeavour that deepens our contact and brings us closer together, that brings me closer to her and feel her closer than before, makes me break the kiss only to gasp and get a sufficient amount of oxygen. 

Breathing rapidly, she strokes my cheek and runs the other hand through my hair lovingly before she presses her forehead against mine and keeps our rhythm steady by moving her hips more evidently than before. 

The feeling of sliding in and out completely immobilises me with a huge deal of effort coming from her side. I close my eyes and as I do every other sense I have intensifies. I can feel her rapid breath against my lips, I smell her unique scent - both comforting and arousing - and whenever and wherever she touches me, it's like that part of my body is completely set on fire.  

I've been with so many attractive women, with so many women that were sex-bombs and with women that were kinky as hell, but not a single night can compare to the experience I'm having with Annabelle, especially right now. It's because she's special, she's special to me in a way I can't really describe. Being here with her, being this intimate, this close, this passionate with someone that can, at the same time, be an ethereal creature and a simple lovely redhead, makes it all so unique, almost as if an opportunity of a lifetime. 

Even though this is our fourth time together and I could say I have tasted what she has to offer, it's always a new experience. I have felt her thighs around my hips before. I have kissed her lips before. I have left a hickey on her neck before. I have felt what it feels like when she's having an orgasm. I have held her breasts before. I have done so many things with her before and as we're in the middle of it right now, that makes it even better. Exactly because of every time that we've been together and how things went afterwards, having sex with her right now is a fulfilling feeling. 

Every time I pull out, I hurriedly move back in. I'm like a magnet of one pole attracted to the opposite one. Once we're too close, we're simply pulled together, gravitating towards each other whether it is simply kissing, touching or actually having sex.

We are simply floating in our bubble and outside of the bed, outside of this room, nothing else exists. There is no ex of ours to discuss, no nagging sisters waiting around the corner; I doubt I'd even be able to tell anyone what my name is at the moment.

I'm here with her, and the only thing I can do is kiss her, touch her, caress her, try to bring her to utmost pleasure. The only thing I can think about is her, her underneath me with her hands on my back and sometimes shoulders or around my neck holding me.

Heat starts sweeping over me, and by the tiny squirming of hers that's been going on for a bit longer, I can pray to any of the higher forces that I am understanding this right. If I screw this up, I will kill myself. This one perfect night must not be ruined, not like this, not in any way. 

When a familiar contraction travels through my body, a sort of a contraction that is somehow painful but won't let me back off from pursuing it further, I believe I would've gone crosseyed have my eyes been open. 

I let myself down even lower, so my body is in perfect contact with her, to which she reacts quite gratefully by tightening the embrace around my shoulders like she's afraid I might change my mind and retract back from her. Like I would ever. 

Still in action, I put my head down on the pillow right next to her neck, and after a brief moment that passes, my breath against her neck sends a vivid shiver over her, the kind of shiver one can only truly appreciate. You simply don't witness that kind of thing every day. 

As quiet as this so far has passed, with only a few moans here and there filling the room, it doesn't continue the same way. It's what happens when you're getting close to something so cathartic. 

"Wait, wait, wait..." she breathes out with her voice in a high-pitched tone, then says: "C-come here." Without expecting an answer or reaction from me, she cups my face and brings me up again only to kiss me, and she kisses me deeply like this is the last time we'll be able to do this, which I sincerely hope is not. 

I think it's needless to say what it does to me when she says 'Come here' because, damn, I'm already there. 

Her gentle moans that are gradually turning into something louder and more booming is what I experience through the kisses. I'm already burning from the need for her, for feeling her closer, even though it's not physically possible to get any closer to her than I already am, but these moans, these sounds, the vibrations that are sent through me, that are building up what already seems is only a second away from exploding like a cannon, continue to pile up. 

I am pretty sure I'm going to die if I keep it contained for any longer, which I freaking can't. And it's slow sex, yet still so intense, and it's not just me that thinks so. Annabelle underneath me breaks of a kiss multiple times just to breathe and to swallow saliva, and thank God that she does it because that's the only way I can somehow survive this and keep it going. 

I never doubt my stamina. I have enough experience to know I can last for as long as I want to with almost no variables, but right here and right now with Annabelle only, it's like I'm being tested if what I claim about my stamina is true. 

One more time she breaks off a kiss, right when I get settled into it with, you know, not dying of lust and need for the release, and that's when she lightly furrows her brows. If I've learnt anything, anything at all about her, this is the cue.

As I feel her body tensing on the outside and the inside, it's not just that I nearly lose my senses, but my heart tingles in a weird way and this kind of thing usually doesn't happen. If this is a heart attack and this is how I go, in her embrace while having sweet slow sex with her, then I have no regrets, there are worse deaths. 

Please, I need to finish this already... 

At some point, she brings her torso up to mine as much as she can and leans her head on my shoulders. I can smell her hair and some of it even brushes my face, which is such a powerful turn-on, that I need to speed up the rhythm because this is it. No more joking around! 

Her nails dig into my skin with just the right pressure, it's erotic, and she silently whimpers at some point, completely tenses up and just holds onto me with every part of her body, like she is turned into stone. Even though she is still and that she is silent and that there is nothing that she practically does, I feel a completely different thing going on with her. I feel her tighter, I feel her wholly, and suddenly she exhales fairly loudly, her grip loosens before she grasps for me again to hold onto me. 

Much like her, I have nothing but strange tension everywhere and it's so real, so materialised that I can nearly feel it move around me, closing in onto my lower abdomen, and once it reaches that place, once it finally comes there, and once the turmoil is set ablaze, my arms shake so violently that I nearly collapse down and smother Annabelle and my entire life flashes before my eyes in a quick blaze, until I manage to start breathing again.

❤ 

Once I do, it's like I've been reborn, or that this was a near-death experience of drowning and somehow I managed to claw through the water. 

I'm not aware how, but I tumble down on the bed next to her. I don't think it was a graceful move, but looking at her and looking at me, both nearly undone, I doubt any of us cares. 

Minutes slowly pass, and we're slowly coming back to life. She eventually leans her head to the side just to look at me, and at first, she sleepily blinks a couple of times, which is with no doubt the loveliest thing I've ever seen, and she says: "Want to cuddle now?"

A/N: *drum roll* Ta-da! I am officially back from the hellhole! I know I've had the last exam 2 weeks back, but man, I barely pieced myself back together, so I am really sorry that I took my time, but I really wanted this chapter to... feel right :3  

Also a quick note for those that like to skip the nitty-gritty: there are several heart symbols in this chapters because this ain't just 'senseless banging' as Nathan called it xD Hope you'll manage to find your way around it, otherwise tell me and I'll figure something out to make it clearer :)

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