/Samantha/
When I woke in the morning, Henry was spooning me from behind, his arms wrapped around me protectively. I knew he wasn't awake yet, I could hear his steady breathing in my ear, I loved the sound of his breathing when he was asleep. When I was a youngster when he used to stay over I used to lay awake for years listening to the relaxing sound of his steady breathing.
I smiled pleasantly as I remembered yesterday night when he told me he loved me, and all the things that we did, the memory of them had my body already tingling in anticipation of those things that would happen again and hopefully would be occurring a lot from now on. I wondered about ha**g s*x with Henry, what it would be like, whether it would hurt. I determined that I needed to get on the pill and fast since I wanted him so strongly that it would only be a matter of time.
I briefly fretted that he could have changed his mind in the night but I pushed this away immediately, he wouldn't have changed his mind, it's just me starting to second guess him like I did the past two times when I said I just wanted to be friends. I knew better now, he was in love with me and I was in love with him.
I thought what would have happened if he had told me this a year ago or two years ago, before I discovered I was in love with him, would it have ruined everything then? If I didn't go away on that holiday for a month and missed him so much would I have ever realised my feelings for him? I kissed his arm that I was laying my head on, he had bent it at the elbow so that it draped across my body and rested on my left breast.
He subconsciously tightened his arms tighter around me which made me smile, I felt him starting to grow excited and jab into my thigh. I stifled a smile remembering the first time I ever felt Henry develop a hard on, I had just turned 13 and he was 14. He was laying much the same as he was now, he was asleep and I was attempting to slip out of his arms without waking him so I could used the potty.
As I jiggled around he started to grow aroused I was so astonished I gasped and tried to pull away quickly which woke him awake. I had learned all about these things in health class, and I was aware that a teenage boy would quickly get aroused like that especially in the mornings. He looked shocked, and then he looked as embarrassed as hell.
I pushed him back onto the bed and laid next to him with my arms draped over him as I told him it was okay and that I understood. He had been so upset that he had tried to leave so I had pushed him back onto the bed and laid next to him with my arms draped over him as I told him it was okay and that I didn't care. I pleaded with him to stay, and although he eventually became composed again, he refused to look at me the entire time.
Although we never discussed it again after that, it continued to take place occasionally whenever he remained. Even though it turned me on occasionally when he poked me in the back, thigh, or tummy, I never once let on to him that those areas were my favorites. Now that I think about it, I wonder if that should have provided me with any indication of his sentiments for me or mine for him. I couldn't believe how ignorant I was about it; he had been in love with me for 12 years, but we hadn't made the most of our time together. I just shook my head.
I brushed my privates discretely against his erection, which caused him to grunt a little while he was sleeping. I fought back a smile at the sound of his groaning. I made a move to lightly grind him again, but he made a motion at the same time, and as he did so, his erection pushed lightly at my entrance, causing me to gasp and quietly groan. I bit my lip and immediately pulled away from him, and then I flipped over so that I was facing him. It felt so nice that I was tempted to press down and ease it in. The urge was so great for him that it was almost impossible to fight it.
He was still sound sleeping and had the appearance of an angel because he was so serene and gorgeous. I couldn't get enough of him; the contour of his eyebrows, his perfectly straight nose and square jaw, his perfectly kissable mouth; his lips looked so enticing that before I knew what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed him gently. I was captivated by everything about him. When he moved slightly in his sleep, I quickly returned to my previous position, closed my eyes, and seemed to be asleep.
I was able to tell that he had moved because both the bed and he had shifted positions. I was aware that he was awake, but I refrained from moving. I then heard him sigh, and he proceeded to slowly trace his fingers from my temple to my jaw. He murmured, "You are so lovely Samantha, I love you so much," as he gently kissed the top of my head. "I love you so much." I simply couldn't take it any longer; I wanted to kiss him in order to communicate with him, but before I did that, I wanted to have some fun with him. When I finally managed to crack open my eyelids, I saw him grinning contentedly at me while he was laying on the ground nearby.
"Hi," I mumbled, astonished by how hoarse my voice sounded. "How are you?"
"Hello," he hushed with a grin on his face.
Ok time to make him squirm, "Henry listen about last night, I think we should just be friends" I replied trying not to smile. He did not believe it and instead laughed as he slid over onto his back, positioning himself so that he could pin my wrists down on either side of my head.
As he moved his mouth to mine and kissed me hungrily, he told me, "No way Samantha bear, you agreed to be my girlfriend now you have to cope with it." He said this as he pressed his mouth to mine.