When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(65)

Until Kennedy, I have never thought about the significance of how important and consequential this type of decision is. It’s like giving a gift that you know that you’ll never be able to get back whether you regret letting it go or not. Once it’s gone there is no turning back. There are no do overs in this part of life.

As my lips move back to Kennedy’s I think long and hard about what this means. I prolong what I know is going to happen by kissing her, sliding my tongue along her lips gaining access after running a hot trail along her jawline. I know she wants the same thing as her hands wander down my back landing on my hips as my mouth finds hers again as if it has a mind of its own.

Regret isn’t something I will feel with Kennedy. I can never regret anything that happens with her. I’m worried she’ll find regret with me. I don’t want to be the one who steals her innocence only to have her realize that she handed it over to the wrong guy too soon. I want her to revel in it for the rest of her life. I want her to be able to say without a shadow of doubt that she will never regret giving up her virginity to me. I never seemed to care before, never took it into consideration all of the other times when girls gave it away without a second thought. With Kennedy, I feel…it’s just different with her. I’m beginning to realize that I’m different with her.

Kennedy’s hands are eager as they move from my hips guiding themselves to where my erection is rested against her thigh. I strategically keep most of my weight off of her for this reason. Losing your virginity is a big enough deal as it stands alone. She’s inexperienced in this department. To put it lightly---I don’t want to freak her the fuck out.

Kennedy’s eyes widened as she grazes her hand along my shaft. A sweet, but mischievous smile crosses her face as she unhooks the towel from around my waist pulling it from under the comforter tossing it on the floor beside the bed. Her heavy breathing and sparkling eyes are telling me that it’s okay. Her eyes shine with trust. As I look down at her I can’t imagine her looking any more beautiful.

I run both hands through Kennedy’s hair as she kisses me on the tip of my nose. There’s an understanding between us. I know that after this everything’s going to change. I’m no longer that guy that I used to be. For once I’m okay with it all, as long as Kennedy is by my side. What anyone has to say doesn’t matter. They can say what they want. Fuck em’. Took me long enough to realize this.

Kennedy’s it. We’re only in high school, but I know that no matter what happens she’s the grand finale, the final pitch, the last and final breathe. How could I have ignored it for this long?

Because you’re a fucking idiot, obviously.

I gently push one knee between Kennedy’s legs to part them just enough to make room for me taking my time. She eagerly lets them fall to the side. This isn’t going to be like any of the other girls. It deserves to be drawn out and significant. She deserves every touch to be full of adoration that only someone you love is capable of.

You’re a god damn poet. Who knew?

“Do you have a condom?” I whisper into her ear allowing a bit more weight to push onto her. A part of me is hoping she won’t to prolong us sleeping with each other. Making no mistakes when it comes to Kennedy is imperative. I only want to do right by her.

“In my nightstand,” she answers through rapid out of control breaths. I look at her sideways knowing that she isn’t the type of girl that just keeps condoms in her nightstand for her long line of suitors. She shrugs her shoulders in a small movement looking up at me with an innocent smirk. I don’t need an answer from her. I reach over to grab the foil wrapper from the drawer. I rip the material with my teeth rolling the latex on. Kennedy watches on with an eager fascination that only makes me want her more.

I move my body in between her legs getting comfortable. “Are you okay?” I ask watching her face for any change or discomfort.

“I’m perfect, Graham,” she smiles up at me with anticipation brushing my hair back with the softest touch. I’ll never get used to hearing her say my name.

I feel her heat as I inch closer and closer. It only causes me to grow harder. I have never felt this frightened and eager before sex. With Kennedy everything feels real and raw. It feels new. Feeling more worried for her enjoyment is far different compared to my usual in and out routine I practiced in the past with other girls.

I kiss Kennedy softly before trailing my hand down to her center where I find her wet in anticipation. I sink one then two fingers into her core. She’s panting as I move them in and out slowly whispering my name several times. I can feel her getting closer. I don’t want her to come until I’m inside her. I slip my fingers out positioning myself towards her entrance teasing her. I push lightly barely entering her. I hear her moan in satisfaction. I’m dying to thrust fully into her. I stop myself knowing that she won’t be able to handle it being her first time.

I still my movements to insure she’s comfortable. I don’t want to end up hurting her.

“You need to move Graham,” she speaks through her clenched teeth. I begin to pull out knowing that it is too soon. I should have known better. Kennedy’s eyes pop open and before I know what she’s doing she’s lifting her hips up and wrapping her legs around my waist. “What are you doing?” she asks sweetly with a smile.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You told me to move,” I say honestly. I can feel my dick twitching beginning to get harder inside the shallowest part of her.