We were once on the sofa, cuddling and occasionally sharing kisses as I help him study. I didn't have a clue how to help him, but apparently just being there was enough for him. Not that I was much help, I kept distracting him as I watch Charlie Brown on the television.

But now, now we're in my dorm. He's seeing my place for the first time, and I've left it not exactly tidy. My friends only left yesterday, yet it's already a mess. I shouldn't be trusted to have a place alone.

"Are you sure this is a dorm, it's basically an apartment?" He asks, looking around.

"Thank Lauren's parents, they paid for this place to be renovated and modernized. I was very lucky to be placed in here under a scholarship, but I did and I'm so glad." I say, leading us into the kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink? We have beer, vodka, wine, juice... water?"

"Water will be good." He smiles, and I nod, grabbing a bottle out of the fridge before sliding it over the counter to him. "If my dorm was like this, I'd happily stay on campus but it's teeny. The size of this kitchen, I think."

"Don't think I don't believe you. I know that. When I came for the tour, that's what I thought I was getting, and honestly, I didn't mind, but then I got blessed with this place. I think it's three dorms; Lauren's parents paid for it all." I explain casually.

"Three?" He asks.

"When you're outside, there's two doors blocked up, so I'm guessing so, yes. Honestly, I can't believe it was allowed to happen, but apparently money can buy anything these days." I shrug.

"Have you met them?" He asks.

"Nope, they live in Korea. They did live in Chicago, that's where Lauren was born and grew up. She's a sophomore like me, but when I got here, it was done already, so obviously her parents wanted her to be in a nice place but that couldn't be an apartment because first years can't live off campus, and her family wanted her to have security anyway. In the middle of Lauren's first year, they moved but I never met them, and they were gonna take Lauren but she threatened them. She said if she were to leave America and college, she wouldn't ever speak to them again. It worked in the long run, but they have an awful relationship now. Shit, I'm saying too much, this isn't my story to tell. Please don't repeat that." I stress, feeling shit now. That's my friends private business, even though half of the campus know already but still.

"My lips are sealed. But that's awful; that she was going to have to leave." He says and I nod, knowing we wouldn't really have the bond that we have now.

"There is the whole catch about her having to go back at every holiday. So, she has to spend every summer there, Thanksgiving and Christmas. I feel bad for her because it's far away, and she hates being around her family." I say, and then stop myself again. I really have a big mouth. "Ignore me, please."

"I told you I'm not telling anyone, and whom am I going to tell?" He asks, and he does have a point. "What's the point in her going for Thanksgiving though, it's literally a long weekend. Won't most of it be spent travelling?"

"Yeah, it will but her family don't really care." I say, taking a sip of my water. "Do you want to watch tv or a movie? I can't guarantee anything good, but-"

His lips are on mine again, and I moan against them, putting the water bottle down on the side before wrapping both of my arms around his neck. I pull him closer to me, rising on my toes a little to get to his level. He's not too tall for me, but there's still an obvious height difference.

"We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to." He murmurs, his voice breathless and rough. I don't think he can turn me on more than he has already.

"I want to, but I haven't in a while, so I may be a little clumsy." I admit, knowing that I will definitely be.

"It's like riding a bike, just get on and you'll get the hang of it." He muses and I hit his arm.

"You're awful." I pout up at him.

"I know, but now I can make immature and inappropriate jokes around you because it's not crossing a line." He shrugs.

"That was, I don't want sex to be compared to riding a bike." I say and he laughs, capturing my lips in his, nibbling down on my bottom one. "Mhmm, I need to at least tidy up my room."

"Shut up, you're not leaving me to tidy up your room. I don't care. I'll show you mine, if you let me in yours." He says and I stare up at him. Are these the dirty innuendos, I've been missing?

"Fine, follow me but be aware it's messy, I kind of throw clothes everywhere." I excuse myself, putting my hand in his as I take the lead.

I'm not nervous, I'm just full of excitement in anticipation. We may be jumping into this, but for months I've been dreaming, imagining for this to happen. If I fuck it up, I will always wonder what if it had happened between us. I understood the reason to wait, but not now, especially now because sex is never everything to me. I've never based a relationship on sex, it's just something that's a bonus to something. That's why I could never do something casual.

"See, a mess." I say, gesturing to the room and he laughs, turning me around.

"It's not that bad, I expected worse honestly." He mutters, looking around. "But the décor, that's definitely you."

"Thank you, Matt helped... but that doesn't matter." I say, running my fingers through my hair.

"We don't have to do this. If you're not ready or one-hundred percent sure, we can wait." He tells me.

"We've waited too long, Ethan." I whisper.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"One-hundred percent." I tell him, nodding with a little smile.

He kisses me, his lips find mine and they collide. We collided; our lives did. Ever since meeting him, my life changed unexpectedly. Inside, I was dealing with a lot, I still am but he's done so much. He's helped me in so many way, some only little but many big. The nights we've spent, and he was there just on the other end, calming me after an awful nightmare. That was more to me than anyone will ever know. For the first time, I didn't feel alone. I have friends, the best ones, but having him there, it was always something different.

I pull away briefly, and lift my shirt above my head, revealing my bare chest to him, and a swarm of butterflies hit me. If he rejects me now, I'm going to hate me body even further. I know my body isn't perfect. I'm small, smaller than some guys want. I have big hips but a very small upper half, I grew up hating how I looked. The look on his face, assures me, comforts me that I'm overthinking this.

"You- wow, you look amazing. Come here." He murmurs and I smile as his lips find mine again.

The kiss is much more passionate, more needy as he pulls me closer by my waist, so I can feel him against me. I gasp when I feel him through his jeans, ready for me and I earn to be closer, much closer to him.

He pulls away from me and I take a step backwards, sitting on the bottom of my bed as he pulls his shirt off, above his head, throwing it on Matt's bed. His abs and v-line prominent, and my core clenches at the sight. Fuck me, quite literally.

"Did you get fitter?" I ask, covering my mouth as soon as it comes out. I need a filter.

"I don't know, I don't really take notice to be honest, Francesca but apparently you do, huh?" He teases and I feel my face heat up.

"Just kill me now." I say and he laughs, cupping my face with his hands. I pout up at him and he lowers his lips down on mine, only shortly. "Okay, that was sweet."

"Don't hide your thoughts from me." He murmurs.

"You don't want to know my thoughts, I assure you. You will use them against me." I say, and he laughs taking my hand in his.

"Hmm, maybe so." He says, darting his tongue out of his mouth. Oh Jesus, I need Jesus.

With my small hands, I reach out for his belt and my heart beats rapidly, knowing that I'm so close to his dick. He watches me, his eyes watching my every move as I undo the belt and move to his buttons.

I've dreamt of this moment so many times, woken up in sweat thinking it was this, but now it's actually happening. I'm going to see him, all of him.

"Francesca, look at me and tell me you're one-hundred percent sure." He murmurs, smiling slightly at me.

"I am, I'm just a little hesitant and out of practice, that's all but I do want this to happen, I assure you." I say and he nods before lifting me up and I squeal as he drops me down on my bed.

"How about I take charge of this round, and then you can do whatever you want when we've had a little practice?" He asks and I gulp, blinking at the man above me. Yeah, he's something else.

"Ethan, just kiss me." I say, and he crashes his lips on me, moving me slightly as he runs his hands down my body.

Since his buttons are open, I push at his jeans with my feet and he chuckles as I successfully get them down his legs and he kicks them the rest of the way off. His lips are always on me; on my lips, my neck, peppering my chest as he works his way down my body. He gets to the waist band of my shorts and we both share a look, and I nod, letting him continue his way. He hooks his fingers around either side and pulls them down my legs, leaving me in a thong. It's nothing lacy or anything, but I didn't exactly expect company.

"Open your legs." He says and I do. He moves down my body, kneeling in between my open legs. "Can I take these off?"

"Yeah, do whatever you want." I say, and he chuckles pulling my thong, torturously slow down my legs, before resting them both over his shoulders. He doesn't hesitate in lowering his mouth to my clit, and I gasp, bucking my hips upwards. Fuck, I didn't expect that. I'm just glad I took a shower before I went downstairs.

"Relax." He murmurs and I look down at him, is he sane? How does one relax when their body is on fire, full of built up frustration and pleasure for the other person? "At least try."

"I'll try but no promises." I say, gasping instantly when his tongue runs between my folds. Okay, okay, this guy apparently knows what he is doing.

One of his hands come to waist, steadying me, keeping me down as he slips his finger inside of me, keeping his mouth close or on my clit. I'm a whiny, moaning mess, and to me, not at all attractive but the noises escape me and there's no point masking them. We're the only people here, no can hear.

His tongue is constantly flicking or sucking on my needy bud, as his fingers pump out of me, him adding another and then another. Apparently when I was messing with him at the gym, back in early September, about making a girl orgasm, he wasn't wrong and he does know how to. I'm close, and it's effecting my whole body. My legs are shaking slightly and my whole body is overpowered by this sensation, this pleasure that he's making.

"Ethan- Jesus. I'm so close." I admit, running my fingers through his hair and I moan loudly as he nibbles down on my clit.

As soon as he tips me over the edge, my fingers tighten around his hair and I pull him up me, kissing him as he continues moving his fingers in and out of me, riding out my orgasm. I taste myself on him, not bothering me as he runs his tongue over mine. My eyes are closed, still in ecstasy.

"You're beautiful. I wanted to tell you that for a while." He murmurs and I open my eyes, seeing a smile on his face. "You also taste amazing."

"How can something so sweet come out of your mouth one second, but the next you're back to your dirty mouth?" I ask, smiling as I wipe his mouth for him and he chuckles.

"I don't know, they both sounded sweet to me." He says and I roll my eyes, running my hands over his shoulders. "But they were both true."

"You're becoming soft on me." I say and he raises his brows at me, thrusting his hips only slightly into me and I gasp as I feel him through his boxers.

"Wanna change your opinion on that?" He asks and I bite down on my lip, tilting my head to the side as his lips find my neck.

"No, I'm going to stick with my first opinion." I whisper and he thrusts again, smirking when he sees my face morph into pleasure. "There's condoms in my drawer."

He reaches over and opens the drawers, and when he opens it, my heart sinks. He's in between my legs, I'm naked and I forgot about the contents of that drawer. Thankfully he just takes a condom from one of the boxes and shifts above me.

"Thank you." I whisper, cupping his cheek and he gives me a little smile.

"It's totally fine; it's none of my business if you don't want to talk about it." He murmurs.

"Not now." I whisper and he nods, rubbing his nose against mine as he leans his forehead against me.

I've dreamt about this. About us being in this exact position. Him thrusting into me until we both fall into pleasure.

He rolls the condom on, still impressively staying above me. I shuffle down the bed, and he guides his way to me entrance.

"It's been a while." I whisper and he nods, easing himself into me and I gasp, my head falling back against the pillow. What size condom did he take?

"Are you okay?" He asks, and I open my eyes, seeing him in a state of pleasure yet worry also covers it.

"I'm not a virgin, but it's been a while and was way smaller than you." I say, unsure why I'm telling him this.

"I'll go slow at first but tell when you want me to go quicker. Just communicate with me, okay?" He asks and I nod, holding the back of his neck as he pushes into me again.

I open my legs wider, keeping my feet flat on the bed as he moves his body into me, and I meet his movements, hoping we can work together and we don't clash. His lips find mine and all the oxygen in my body leaves me, the kiss breathtaking. We move together as one piece, and I moan making the move to go faster.

"Harder." I moan, tilting my head up and he takes hold of my hip as he thrusts deeply into me. I moan loudly, my mind becoming blurry.

Sex can't be this good, I refuse to believe this and that it's only a dream. But, it's too real. I'm under him, I'm feeling him thrust in and out of me. We're here. Together, we're in this bed. I guess dreams do come true.

"Fuck, Francesca." He groans, dipping his head into the crook of my neck and he fastens his pace.

"Keep going." I urge, running my hands down his back and I grab ahold as a wave of pleasure falls over me.

He lifts his head, and he watches as I fall apart yet again under him. I can't keep my eyes open; I don't even try as he keeps his pace slow yet powerfully strong. I'm quivering under him, feeling everything I never have. I knew sex could be good, but not this good.

After a moment to prepare myself to see his face, I finally open my eyes and when I do, I see him in pure pleasure.

"Let me on top." I whisper and he blinks down at me. "Please?"

"Francesca Salatino, I thought you needed the practice." He muses.

"As you said, it's a bike so I need to get on, don't I?" I retort and he chuckles, shaking his head before slipping out of me.

"You have a smart mouth; I'll give you that." He says, picking me up my waist as he turns us. It was a risky move, but he takes my space, sitting up in my bed before he lowers me on top of him and I sigh, smiling as I see pleasure overcome him.

Now, I'm in charge.

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A/N

Was this any good at all? I haven't wrote a scene like this since January when I wrote one in my last book, so if it's bad, I'm sorry but I tried. By the way, I've wrote 4 chapters today, what the fuck?!

I'm in love with my characters, I thought I'd just let you know and drop a picture here of them both.

Question of the chapter:

What is attractive to you in a person? Be honest, looks or personality?

I'm not going to say looks don't matter because they do for sexual attraction, but honestly, they need to have a personality and a good one of that. They can be the most attractive person in the world, but if they're boring, that's just not going to work for me. So, personality > looks.

Thank you for reading! Please comment your thoughts, vote by pressing the little star, and if you want, you can follow me too. Xx

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