His hands roamed across my body like an explorer across land. “I love you,” he whispered in between kisses. I couldn’t say anything. My brain was on overload and my body was tingling. All my senses were doing overtime. My breathing was rapid and I thought my lungs might give out. I wiggled out of my jeans. I could feel color flooding my face as Jonathon paused to take in my body now only clad in a bra and underwear. It left little to the imagination. He stood and undid his belt and deposited his jeans on the ground and then laid back down on top of me. I found it comical how we had spent more time arguing about having sex than the time it was taking for our clothes to come off. Damn, hormones. He pushed my legs apart easily with his knee and pressed his lips to my stomach making me shiver. His mouth trailed up my body before he finally found my mouth.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked breathlessly, pulling away.
“Yes,” I breathed and then the rest of our clothes ended up on the floor.
* * *
Jonathon and I were lying in his bed some time later. I held the sheet up to my chest. He leaned over and kissed my shoulder, “You are more impossibly beautiful than I ever thought possible.” I blushed profusely. “Are you okay? You haven’t said a word. Oh my God did I hurt you? Let me see. I thought I was being gentle. I thought I had myself under control,” he said becoming hysterical. His hands fluttered over my body.
“I’m not hurt,” I said, “Just processing.” In my head I was reliving every single moment. I was sore in places I had never been sore before but I knew from talks with my mom that it was to be expected. But I was so pleasantly happy that nothing else mattered. This was my first time and it was beyond anything I had ever expected. My whole body tingled with a pleasant hum. Everything was so perfect. I had never felt like this before and I hoped this feeling never went away and I also knew that I only had this feeling because I was experiencing this with someone I loved unconditional
ly. With the man I would spend the rest of my life with as husband and wife.
He sighed and laid back down, “Good. You had me scared there for a minute. Patrick told me some horror stories about human-vampire relations.” He breathed a sigh of relief.
I turned on my side and cuddled up next to Jonathon. I traced the smooth lines of his chest and arms with my index finger, he grabbed my wrist, “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked his brow creasing in worry.
I smiled, “Really, I’m fine. That was. Wow. It was incredible.”
Jonathon smiled as well, “It really was. Patrick told me that it would be amazing. He said that it is an even more powerful connection for us because we’re soul mates. He said that it takes the experience above and beyond and man was he right,” he chuckled, “But it’s not like I have anything to compare it to.”
“Thank you,” I said snuggling closer to him. I had long gotten accustomed to his cold skin.
He laughed, “You act like I was forced to do it against my will. Believe me I wanted to more than you.”
“But you’re the one that wanted to wait,” I said.
“I wanted it to be special and memorable but you were right, like always, no matter when or where it would have been memorable,” he picked up my left hand and kissed my engagement ring, “And we still have our wedding to look forward to.”
“I can’t wait,” I said, “But I’m not sure I’m ready for all the planning that goes into it.”
He smiled and kissed me again, “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of help between my sister and Amelia.”
I gulped, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“I promise not to let them go overboard. It’s our wedding which means it’s our day. I want it to be your dream wedding not theirs. They can just do the heavy lifting,” he laughed. I laughed too.
“I’m sure they’ll love that,” I said.
“They love you which is the important part.”
I sighed, “I sure hope my groom loves me.”
He kissed me and ran his hand down the length of my body making me shiver, “I think your groom just proved how much he loves you,” he placed a kiss on my collar bone.
I blushed, “I guess you did.”
He put his arms around me and pulled me against him, “I love you, principessa. I never want to let you go. I wish we could lay here like this forever.”
I laughed and traced his lips. I quirked my eyebrows and said, “Oh, I’m sure you would love that.”
He blushed. I hadn’t thought it was possible for vampires to blush but that’s what Jonathon was doing yet again.
His hand traced the length of my body, “That’s not what I meant and you know it but now that you mention it,” his hand cupped my thigh and with a tug he pulled me on top of him, “I could really live like this forever.”
Now I blushed. I laughed and hit his arm, “You may be a vampire but you really are just like any other teenage guy.” I kissed him and then settled back beside him.
He grinned, “I was turned when I was eighteen not seventeen and I’ve lived through almost seven hundred years. I think that makes me a man and not a teenager.”