10 comments/ 33644 views/ 24 favorites It's Better with Love By: meg1 Sophie held onto her older brother Matthew as she cried. She was watching her mother's coffin be lowered into the ground; with it she felt her security be lowered as well. Matt was really her step-brother, and though she loved him dearly; at twenty, he was off to college most of the time. She would be stuck at her step-father's house. He hated her and the nicest thing he had done for her since marrying her mother four years ago was ignore her. Rarely was she lucky enough to be ignored. Normally, he was yelling at her and picking on her. She could do nothing right. He put her down because of her looks, her grades, her habits and anything else he could think of. Her mother had always stuck up for her to him, but now she was gone and there would be no one left. Anyone would think that today was the saddest day of her life, but in reality, the saddest day of her life had been a month ago, when her mother realized that she would in fact die from the cancer ravaging her body. She had begged her husband to keep Sophie and take care of her. Sophie had listened to her mother and begged silently that her step-father would deny her mother's dying request. She prayed to God that he would turn her out into the streets, pawn her off on foster parents; anything but agree to keep her. He had of course agreed to keep her and Sophie had sat huddled outside her mother's room crying. Sophie had never understood what had brought her mother and step-father together. They had married four years ago when Sophie was just eight. Her mother had been a single mother working as a waitress in a dive in the middle of Houston, Texas. She had worked long hours; picking up all the overtime the owners would give her. She had never told Sophie who her father was, and whenever Sophie had asked she had merely said that he was a kind and beautiful man who had died before she was born. One day her mother had come home and announced she was getting married. She first laid eyes on her step-father the day of the wedding. It took place at the county courthouse. There was no long, white dress, no bouquet or friends, just Sophie, her mom, step-father, step-brother and two men in suits. The entire ordeal was over in fifteen minutes and proved to Sophie that the movies were wrong. Sophie felt her step-brother pulling her away and realized that she had not been paying attention to the service. She looked up at him and cradled her head against his chest. She hugged him around his stomach and buried her face against his breastbone. She listened to the echoes through his chest as he murmured to her that everything would be ok and that he would take care of her. She just kept her head buried and tried to stop the tears from flowing. She knew he meant well, but he was lying just as everyone else did. He was away at college half way across the country and would be for several more years while he earned his medical degree. She would be alone until she was old enough to leave her step-father's house. As they arrived back at her step-father's house she left everyone and made her way up the stairs to her room at the end of the hall. She sat down in the chair by the window and just looked blindly into the backyard. She heard knocks on her door, but she ignored them until they went away. She didn't want to see anyone. She no longer had the only person in the entire world that she was related to by blood. As she sat there she heard her door open. She kept her eyes focused on the window outside; hoping whoever it was would leave. Suddenly she felt arms under knees and behind her back. Before she knew it, she was being swung up out of the chair. She squeaked and looked up to see who had picked her up. It was Andy, her brother's best friend. He sat down and rested her across his knees as he pressed her head to his shoulder. "Shhh, Smallfry, it's ok." "No, it's not ok at all. It will never be ok. Matt says he'll still be here for me, but he won't. He's going to college and I'll never see him. I wish I'd been sent away." She ducked her head pulled her legs up to cuddle more closely in his lap. "I know Matt is at college, and he's busy, but I'm not going away, I'm going to college right here and I'll be around all the time." "No you won't. You're old; you won't come here to see me. Once Matt leaves again you'll be busy with your own friends." Andy chuckled as he kissed the top of her head. "First of all, I'm twenty, I'm not OLD, and second of all, you are my friend, who do I play chess with? Who did I ask to help me fix my car last month? I bet you get tired of me hanging around here a lot more quickly than I get tired of being here." Sophie leaned back and looked up into his face to see if he was telling the truth. "You promise?" Andy nodded solemnly. "How about this, I'll come over Sunday night and you and I will go out to dinner, just to the two of us." "Can we go to Carmen's?" "We can go anywhere you like." Sophie laid her head back down on Andy's shoulder. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she thought. Andy wasn't Matt, but she had known them the same amount of time. He'd always been kind to her, never got impatient or said she couldn't join in whatever they were doing. He was right, it would be ok. Six years later Sophie stumbled up the stairs. She was happier tonight than she had been in more years than she could count. Today was her eighteenth birthday and Matt had arranged for her step-father to be out of the house so she could have a party. He had also bought some beer and arranged for everyone to be driven home. She was so glad that he had finally moved closer to home to finish his residency. She had missed him so much that she had often cried herself to sleep wishing he was there to protect her from her step-father. But, he was home now and had given her the best party of her life. She missed the last step and almost fell but was kept from the floor by Matt's best friend. He had also been there to chaperone and was, apparently coming back downstairs to see that everyone had either found a ride home or a place to crash in the house. Sophie stared up him, admiring the way his mouth moved. She knew he was speaking to her, but the words didn't make any sense. She just loved to watch his face as he talked. He was so animated, the way his eyes danced when he was excited and his eyebrows pulled together when he was trying to make a point. As far as Sophie was concerned Andrew Hopkins was the most handsomest man in the entire world. Sophie grabbed him around his waist and leaned further into him. "You haven't danced with me once all night!" she pouted up at him. Andy hung onto the banister as he felt her lean backward, making his already unsteady feet begin slip. He was supposed to have abstained from the liquor flowing freely tonight, however watching her flirt with every boy at the party had broken through his control and he had finally given in and tried to dull some of his feelings with the liquor that had been floating around. Sophie's heel slipped off the edge of the stair and he felt her pitch backward. Andy quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled to keep her from falling, but he lost his own balance and ended up flat on his back with Sophie sprawled across his chest. Sophie felt her heart fall down into her stomach and burst back up into her throat before she realized that she actually safe and hadn't just tumbled down the stairs. That was scary. Maybe she shouldn't have had so much to drink after all. As she took stock of the fact that she was in one piece and hadn't broken anything she felt Andy hard beneath her stomach. She couldn't believe it. This was the greatest dream of her life. To be lying across Andrew Hopkins and to feel him hard beneath her was more than she could have wished for. She rested her forehead against his sternum and smiled to herself. Unlike the rest of her girlfriends, she hadn't spent time looking at pictures of naked men. She hadn't 'accidentally' walked in on her brother or father while they were going to the bathroom or showering. There was only one man in the entire world that she wanted to see naked and she was now laying on top of him. She had wanted him since she was obscenely young. She had known she was too young, yet she could not get him out of her mind. She had dreamed of him sleeping down the hall, next to her brother's room while visiting for the summer or staying over for the weekend. However, her need for him had been almost painful; she couldn't have imagined what it would have been like to actually have seen him and still not been able to do anything about it. So she had always refrained. She had always just kept her imaginings within her own head and bided her time. Now, though, she was an Adult. With a capital A, Adult. She was eighteen now and eight years didn't seem that big of an age difference anymore. She had gotten jewelry, money, movies, cd's and books for her birthday, but she would give them all back if she could just have him. Andy's arms were still linked behind her as she squirmed her stomach over his erection wishing she could see him for the first time ever. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed, trying to dislodge her, but she just pressed her stomach and groin down tighter against him, arching her back and letting him get a good view down the neck of her dress. "Sophie, what are you doing?" Andy knew that if she didn't get off of him soon, there was no way he was letting her go. She had worn a floor length dress that flared at her waist. She was no stick-thin model. She had a real body. She had hips that were made for grabbing during sex; he felt jeans were designed to her ass alone. The way they hugged her curves made him hard just seeing her in them. Sometimes he wished she was older than him, so he could find a reason to rest his head on her chest. Watching her walk around on a Saturday morning in a large shirt with no bra had made him run for the bathroom more than once. What tore at Andy the most was that he knew she was in no way trying to be enticing. She just simply was. She never wore low-cut shirts or anything that was too tight. Before low-slung jeans were in style he could see that she had to buy jeans that fit in the hips but that gapped at the waist. Even on Saturday mornings when she went without a bra she still wore long shirts and pajama pants instead of shorts or tank tops. She just exuded her own kind of sexuality in a way that irrepressible. Andy felt Sophie twist herself around until she was straddling the tops of his legs. She lifted herself out of his arms and ran her fingertips down his stomach. He tried to reach for them, but she pulled them back too quickly. She reached down and pulled the front of her dress out from under her until is was no longer pulled tight across her front; then his eyes grew wider as he watched her start from the bottom and start unbuttoning it. "No! Sophie, what are you doing?" Andy started trying to sit up, but she scooted herself up until she was sitting directly over his erection and pushed hard on his chest. "I'm getting what I've always wanted." Sophie was proud that her voice was only a little breathless and not at all too high. Nothing would break the mood faster than if she sounded like a kid. She wasn't, and she didn't want anything to happen that might make him see her as a child. "I can feel that you want me too, Andy. It's my birthday and this is the only wish I made." He tried to control his breathing as she slid herself over him. He could feel where her panties were pushed tight inside her labia and she shuddered over him at the sensations she was causing herself. If she didn't stop soon, she wouldn't be the only one going too far out here in public; he knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. "We can't do this here, what if someone walks by?" He was panting as he spoke, resisting the urge to lift his hips to her. "I'm afraid to move, what if you change your mind once I'm not sitting on you? What if you are just saying that in order to get me to move?" Sophie's voice was reaching a fevered pitch and he could hear the panic she was beginning to feel. Reaching up to pull her down to his chest he half laughed-half groaned at her worry. "Two minutes ago, that would have been a great plan if I had thought of it. As it is, I can promise you that I have no intention of changing my mind." He rolled over until she was lying under him, then taking her hand he got them both to their feet and led her to her own bedroom. Once inside, he backed her against the door. He took her face in his hands and looked at her in the light from the window. Her eyes were huge and he could feel her chest heaving as she gulped huge breaths of air. Sophie was uncomfortable having him just stare at her. She tried to lean forward within his grasp, eager for her first kiss with him, but was restrained by his elbows on her shoulders. "We aren't in any hurry. Just let me look at you. You are so beautiful, did you know that?" He watched her pupils dilate, blocking out the gold glowing in the shadows. She shook her head slowly as she raised her hand and ran her fingertips down the side of his face. She seemed enamored of the stubble, proving that he needed to shave. She moved her hand back and forth across it, moving across his mouth and down his chin. He felt her lean forward again and this time didn't try to hold her back. He felt her lips on his chin. Not really a kiss, just a brushing, as if testing the texture against the sensitivity of them. When he felt her tongue flick out to taste the indentation on his chin his hands fisted against her shoulders and he shoved her back again the door, hard. Sophie gasped, thinking that she had done something wrong, but before she was able to ask him what it was his mouth crushed over hers. She jerked when she felt her lower lip hit her own tooth. For just a second, she felt like resisting. This was nothing like what she thought it would be. He had hurt her and his lips were still bruising against her. Just as suddenly as his mouth had consumed hers, it disappeared again. She opened her eyes and tried once again to ask what was wrong, but got no farther than, "Wha"? Andy's arms came around her and lifted her off her feet as he bent his head to kiss her neck. Gone was the bruising and fisting. Instead his hands were spread wide caressing her back from hips to shoulder blades. She twisted her own arms around his neck afraid that she would fall. There were too many sensations. Her lips were still tingling and she could taste blood from where her lip had split. Everywhere his hands passed she felt goose bumps rise. Impatient to get to touch him the way he was touching her, Sophie ran her fingernails through his hair and tilted his head to the side. She kissed the side of his face down his temple to under his jaw, loving the different textures and scents of him. She found his ear and first flicked it with her tongue, then gently grasped it between her teeth. It was too much for Andy, he had already been walking a tightrope of control and knew he had hurt her with his first kiss, but she was spinning him even farther out of control. He bent down hugged the top of her thighs under her wonderful ass, then lifted her up to press her against his own pulsing erection. Listening to Sophie's whimpers as he ground himself against her, he stumbled backwards until he felt the bed behind his knees. He didn't want to let her go even long enough to get them both out of their clothes, but he was desperate to be rid of the layers between them. Finally he lowered her, bending over because she still hadn't released her arms from around his neck. He turned his head and kissed the inside of her elbow; hearing her suck in air, he continued up her arm until it met her body, then retraced his path back down, licking, kissing and biting her as he went. He felt Sophie sway and looked up to see her with her eyes half closed, her lips slightly parted as she drew in breaths. Reaching down, he slid her dress up her hips and over her head. Sophie offered no resistance and no help, just standing there as if in a fog. Andy pulled her to himself again and felt her breasts, encased in lacy, demi-cup bra that left the upper swells free. Watching the look on his face, Sophie was startled out of her revelry and started to cover her chest with her arms. Before she could, though, he was already turning her until her back was to the bed and laying her down, her legs hanging to the floor. "You are beautiful; I don't know how you can't see that for yourself." Andy was in awe. He had been with countless girls, big girls, thin girls, girls that were shorter than him, more experienced than him, even a few women several years older than himself, but he had never seen anyone to rival Sophie. He'd watched her grow from this gawky, pudgy girl with glasses and braces, and lank brown hair into the beautiful woman she was before him now. He could remember when she'd burst into Matt's room crying and refusing to talk because she was too embarrassed to ask him to take her to get a bra. He had spent almost an hour calming her down before she finally admitted that a girl at school had made fun of her because her boobs jiggled when she walked. Matt and Andy had both gone with her to the department store, and with their matter of fact attitude and wonderful praise, she had picked several bras that made her feel mature and pretty. He remembered her walking around for the next month with her shoulders back and her head high because she was proud of how she looked and Matthew and Andrew had told her she was the prettiest girl in the world. However, now he had none of those thoughts. Now all he could see was a woman with wavy brown hair spread out from her head, white skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight through the window and slumberous golden eyes that glowed. "Do you wear colored contacts?" She frowned at him, but didn't answer. "It's just that your eyes are so bright and golden. I've never seen eyes that color." As he spoke he sat beside her on the bed and lightly ran his fingers over her stomach. "No, that's my real eye color, sometimes they are green or dark brown. I don't know what makes them change color." Sophie was having trouble focusing on the conversation as his fingers tickled along her skin. "Matt, there is something I have to tell you." Sophie was afraid to tell him because she didn't want him to change his mind and leave, on the other hand, she did know how sex was done, and she knew that he had a right to know before they went any farther. Trying to distract himself and gain a little bit of control before continuing, Matt picked up her hand and started tracing patterns on her palm. "Huh?" "Well, you see, I've never done this." He looked up startled and saw a blush rise along her cheeks and watched as her eyes darkened just slightly. "What do you mean?" "I'm a virgin," Sophie practically huffed, annoyed that she had had to say it so plainly. "Oh. Well, I guess I probably knew that, if I had thought about it. Are you scared, do you want to stop?" "No! No, I swear, I don't want to stop. I just thought you should know. What do you mean you probably knew it?" "Well, something as big as losing your virginity, you would have told Matt, and he would have told me, so I guess since he never told me you had, then I knew you hadn't ever had sex." Matt felt a little smile as he watched her blow out a huge sigh and roll her eyes. "Does he tell you everything about me? Geez, isn't anything private?" Sophie started to roll over and away from Matt, but his hand on her hip stopped her. "What do you mean? Private from me? I didn't know you didn't want him to tell me stuff. I'm sure he didn't either. If he had known he wouldn't have told me anything. Are you really angry?" It's Better with Love Sophie blew out another loud sigh and pulled herself to a sitting position and crossed her legs on the bed. "No, I'm not really angry, but you can't blame me for being a little embarrassed. I mean, it's bad enough that I had to ask Matt all the growing up questions, but then to know he turns around and tells you?" Her eyes grew wide at the implication, remembering all the conversations she and Matt had had over the years. "Hey, none of that. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." He wrapped his hands around her chin and drew her close to plant a tender kiss on her forehead. "It's perfectly alright, and to be honest, Matt just wanted to know he was giving you the right answers. We didn't laugh over it; Matt takes his responsibility towards you very seriously. He loves you like you wouldn't believe and he knew he could trust me to keep his confidences." Sophie leaned into his arms and laid her head on his shoulder. She finally calmed down enough to pull back and look into his eyes, knowing that she would find no ridicule there, knowing that Andy had never even had an unkind thought for her. The only person in the entire world that she loved more than him was Matt. "Are you better now?" She nodded yes as he leaned in and placed a very gentle kiss on her lips. The minute she felt his mouth upon hers her heartbeat sped up again and she unconsciously leaned forward to deepen the kiss. She felt his tongue lick across the seam of her lips and opened for him, wanting the kiss to be deeper, closer, stronger. She hooked her arms around his neck again and used the leverage to pull herself to her knees, pressing herself as close to him as possible. Andy was amazed at how right it felt to be kissing Sophie. At how perfect she felt pressed against his chest. He laced his arms around her thighs and pulled her to straddle his legs. He had indeed managed to calm the fires burning within him while they were talking, but the minute their mouths met it was as if there had been no break. He was once again to full hardness and wanted nothing more than to plunge himself into her harder than he'd ever entered anyone before. However, just as he should have known, she was a virgin and she didn't deserve to be handled like that. He wanted her first time to be perfect. Andy had never before been with a virgin, but he'd talked to several of his girlfriends about it, and most of them told him that their first time had been awful. Fumbling and painful, leaving much to be desired. He wanted more than that for Sophie. Still kissing her, Andy let his hands wander over her hips and up her sides so that his thumbs brushed the outer swells of her breasts. She had perfect breasts. They were larger than his hands, but not so large that they overwhelmed him. He wanted to see all of her. He slid his hands up her back and released the catch on her bra. He then brought her hands around her rib cage and just let them brush the underside. Sophie could feel his hands just under her breasts and wished that he would raise them. She needed to feel her breasts in his hands. They were calloused and rough and the sensation was hypnotizing. She squirmed, trying to get him to raise his hands without breaking the kiss. But, then as she was moving, her nipples brushed against the lace of her loose bra and she gasped. "What's wrong, honey?" Andy leaned back just far enough to see her face, to make sure that she was still ok. "More. Oh Andy, I need more" He groaned as he looked down to see her bra draped over his wrists, revealing her nipples. He had expected them to be a light or dusky pink. But instead, they were a bright coral. They looked like she had used a rouge or lipstick in order to give them that color. Before he knew what he was doing, he had reached up and taken a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Sophie threw her shoulders back and pressed herself even harder down upon him. He couldn't stop himself anymore, his control was quickly leaving him and his world had narrowed down to this one nipple pressed so delicately in his fingers. He reached forward with his lips and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly and flicking it with his tongue. Reaching out, Sophie wrapped her hands tightly around his head and held him even closer to her, gyrating against him and trying to figure out how to get even closer. Finally, she started pulling up on his shirt. Andy stopped what he was doing when the buttons on his shirt got caught under his chin and began choking him. He looked up at her, confused, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Panting and almost grunting with the effort to remove his shirt and not succeeding, Sophie took a minute to figure out what he was talking about. "Hurt? No. I'm trying to get your shirt off, but it won't come!" He could feel her hands fisted into his shirt at the back of his neck. He quickly reached up and unbuttoned it, barely managing to finish before she had it off and over his head. He then had to deal with the buttons at his wrist, pinning his hands into his sleeves while she started attacking his chest. Sophie had seen his chest before. He played basketball with Matt and didn't wear a shirt. He had swum in her pool countless times before. But never, in all that time, had she been allowed free access to just touch him. She knew every inch of that chest. Had spent hours and hours pretending to sleep with her dark sunglasses on, just looking at it. She already knew he had just the barest scattering of hair down the center of his chest through his stomach and down into his pants. After she had seen him without his shirt for the first time, she had never again been able to look at a man with a lot of hair on his chest without cringing. This was how a chest was supposed to look. She knew he was an outy. She was an inny and when she had been growing up, she had always been pleased that her bellybutton had been small and subtle, but after seeing him, she wished she had a bolder belly button. She had itched to play with his belly button for years. She remembered the teeny tiny mole he had just above his left nipple. That was where she started. With the mole that had popped up in every dream she had had of him for years. She leaned in and licked it, feeling just the barest hint of a bump, hard to tell because his nipples were drawing tight at her touch and wrinkling up. That was new to her. She knew her own nipples drew tight and became sensitive when she was cold or during the night when she was dreaming of him, but she hadn't expected this response from him. Pulling back to get a better view, she watched as his nipples became little bitty darts in his chest. She leaned forward and was surprised by how firm they were. She used her nails to scratch down it before once again leaning in and licking it. Andy was wrestling furiously with his sleeves. His hands were caught and he couldn't get them free. Finally, he just pulled and heard the threads rip around the buttons as he freed his right hand and went to work on the left. Every time she touched him every muscle in his body jumped. He had just released his other hand and thrown the shirt off to the side when Sophie wiggled off of his lap and kneeled on the floor in front of him. She was playing with his bellybutton, pushing it in and watching it pop out. He'd never realized his bellybutton was so erotic. Sure, he'd played with other girls', but no one had ever spent this amount of time on his own. They had pretty much been interested in two parts of him; his mouth and his penis. No one had yet ever shown interest in the rest of his body. It was if Sophie found his entire body to be a sexual thing. He reached down and drew Sophie to her feet. "Are you having fun down there?" He led her to lie on her back in the middle of the bed. "Well, I was. Why did you stop me?" She sucked in a breath at the end as he flattened his palm against her stomach and swiped it up across her chest. "Mostly because I'm pretty sure I just have one good load in me, and I am not about to waste it in my pants. Every time you touch me, you risk losing the best part of tonight." He knew he was being crass, but the fact of the matter was, he wanted to see her blush, and he wasn't disappointed or ashamed. "Well, then, can you take off your pants, so I can get my turn?" "Not yet," he chuckled as he watched her lips purse in disappointment. "I promise you will be pleased. Trust me?" He had already looked down from her face and was concentrating on her breasts. They were large enough that they fell down her sides just a little. Her nipples were still on top and beckoning to him. He let his hands roam over her stomach and down to her thighs as he bent to take the nipple closest to him into his mouth and suckle. They were not overly large, but still big enough for him to nibble on, which he immediately set to. While Andy's mouth was teasing and tasting Sophie's flesh, his hands were wandering down along her leg. He brought his hand to the inside of her thigh and raised it until he could feel her heat through her panties. They were wet and sticking to her labia. He kissed his way down her stomach, licking around her side where it dipped in before flaring to her hips. As he worked his way down the outside of her hip and down her leg, he hooked his finger in the front of her panties. Andy worked his other hand under her ass and hooked the back her panties with that hand and slowly worked them down, watching as they curled at the sides. Sophie's legs were scissoring along the bed, keeping him from being able to pull her panties all the way down until grabbed her ankles and told her to keep still just for a minute longer. Finally, he had Sophie completely naked, lying out before him in the moonlight shining in from the window. He took a moment to just look at her until her whimpering finally brought him back to the moment. Andy kissed his way back up her legs, taking time to play with the sensitive area behind her knees. Finally, Sophie could stand it no longer and began pulling his hair. He looked up at her grinning, "Yes? If you want something, all you have to do is ask, you don't have to pull my hair out by the roots." Completely exasperated by now, Sophie rolled her eyes at him. "I am ready for my turn. How much longer are you going to just tease me?" "Patience is a virtue, you know." "Well, it's not one of mine!" "Then you'll just have to trust me, won't you?" Sophie started to reply to that, but instead sucked in her breath as he reached up and starting down at her bottom swiped his finger up through her pussy. "That's better," Andy couldn't help the huge grin that spread across his face. She was so impatient to get to the good stuff, but she didn't even know what the real good stuff was yet. Using his tongue, he swiped through her pussy, tasting her for the first time. She was the perfect combination of sweet and bitter. That bitter that you can feel at the back of your jaws. He spread her labia with his thumbs and just lightly tickled her clit with the very tip of his tongue. She arched her back and only his elbows on her thighs kept her from coming off the bed. "Matt! Do that again." Obliging her he wrapped his lips around her clit and sheathing his teeth within them bit down. He knew she was about to come, but he wasn't quite ready for that yet. With a final swipe of his tongue, he let go of her clit. "No, don't leave, I'm almost there, what are you doing?" Sophie was babbling and he loved hearing it. He would never have guessed she was so vocal during sex. "I'm not leaving, I'm just shifting my attentions, don't worry, you'll get everything you want and then some." Andy pointed his tongue and used it to stab within her hole. She was very wet and he wanted to lick it all up. He swiped his tongue around inside of her and felt her contract around him. He placed his mouth over her hole and sucked up the fluid as it poured out of her. He could hear her murmuring, but he could tell what she was saying. He felt Sophie lifting her bottom up to him and placed one arm over her hips to keep her still. With his other hand, he flicked her clit. With each flick, she jumped, breaking his suction on her hole. Andy looked up to see her hands fisted in the bed coverings and her head thrown back. He wanted to see her face the first time she came. He wanted to watch her eyes dilate and go sightless. Backing off the bed, Andy stripped off his pants and kicked them away. He crawled over her resting on his hands and knees until she was once again able to focus on him. "You know this will hurt? I will be very careful, but I want you to be prepared." Sophie wrapped her hands around his shoulders and used him to lever herself off the bed. "I can't feel any pain. Nothing you could do would hurt me." She let herself fall back to the bed and moved her hands down his side to his hips. When her hands strayed to his cock he let his body fall on top of hers, trapping her hands in between their bodies. He leaned in and kissed her as he carefully moved her hands to the side of her head. This time is was her tongue that came out and requested entrance into his mouth. He moaned as he open and sucked her tongue into his mouth. She tasted of beer and something with sugar in it. Rubbing breasts against his chest, Sophie spread her legs and felt Andy's stomach against her center. She was panting and struggling to release her hands from his grip as she pulled away from his mouth and pleaded with him, "Please Andy, I really don't know how much more I can take. I'm on fire, I need you!" Andy released her left hand and ran his palm down her side. Propping himself up on his left elbow, he teased her curls. She used her released hand stroke down his chest and told him how good it felt to have his hands on her. Releasing her other hand, Andy grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, "Lift up your hips, sweetie. I'm taller than you are, and this will help some." Sophie lifted her hips and felt Andy fold a pillow under her ass. When she set them back down, she could feel that they were pretty far off the bed. Then Andy laid back over her and this time his pelvis was nestled within her curls. "Yes, right there, oh, finally," she sighed as she wrapped her ankles around the back of his knees. Andy reached back and unhooked her ankles; he pushed her knees up until they were just inches away from her boobs. "Use your hand and guide me to your opening," Andy panted out. Reaching down, Sophie wrapped her fingers around the length of him. She couldn't help massaging him just a little as she felt him for the first time in her life. "Oh, God, no! I can't take that." "Um, I don't want to ruin anything here, and I'm far from an expert, but you don't feel as if you'll fit." Andy laughed from his belly as he released her knees. "It's not funny! Don't you dare laugh at me Andrew Hopkins!" she practically yelled as she pushed on his shoulders. "Shh, I'm not laughing at you, I swear. That is the best compliment any woman could give a man. I'm laughing because you make me happy and content and even though it's your birthday, I am the one getting the present, because you are sharing this important event with me." He leaned down and cupping her face laid a gentle, chaste kiss on her lips. Sophie's hands moved to wrap around his shoulders. "I never considered anyone else. There has never been any boy who compared to you." Propping himself up on his elbows, Andy's expression was serious as he gazed down into her face. "Sophie, I want to share every important event in your life with you. I talked to Matt a couple of weeks ago and though he is fine with it, we agreed we would give you time. Time to live and meet other men. Sophie furrowed her brow and opened her mouth, but Andy cut her off. "No, don't say anything now. I want to ask you to marry me; I want to ask now so that you don't think I'm asking out of obligation. I don't want you answer me now, though. I don't want you to answer me when your thoughts are fogged. I want you to seriously consider what I'm asking you. I'm twenty-six now and more than ready to be married, but you are only eighteen. I wanted to wait a couple of years to give you a chance to live out from under your step-father's roof. I can't wait, though. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone and it's important to me that you know that I'm not here now just because you are willing. I'm here because this is the only place I ever want to be." "Oh, Andy," he cut her off with a kiss. "No, not now, we will discuss it later. Back to whether or not I will fit. You hold your knees open. It will help me fit better and make it less painful." He smiled at her as he showed her where to place her hands. Sophie felt his fingers back on her again. During their conversation, she had cooled down a little, but with the first touch her back bowed and she moaned. "Oh, more, oh I really want you, Andy." Andy guided himself to her hole and pressed forward with his hips. Even after all the playing he had done, she was still tight and he just hoped he could hold out until she came. He had held off her orgasm as well and could only pray that she was just as close to the edge as he was. He slipped into her and felt a bare moment's hesitation before he slid all the way in. He couldn't believe how easy it had been. After all that worry about hurting her, it was as if she were made specifically for him. He lay still for a second to let her adjust and bent his head to kiss her. "I can feel you. It's amazing! You said it would hurt, but you feel wonderful inside me. Why did you stop?" Sophie ran her hands up and down his back, trying to reach all of him at the same time. Andy shifted and felt her tighten around his cock. He would have liked to have answered her, but moaning was just about beyond him at the moment. He finally managed to withdraw himself from her sheath and gritted his teeth as he squeezed himself back in. "Oh can you do that again? I can feel each ridge, you are filling me completely. Can you feel yourself filling me?" Sophie was cut off from further commentary of their lovemaking by his kiss. This was better anyway. Andy started pumping within Sophie and he could feel his control slipping. He knew that he wanted her to come first, but he wasn't sure he would be able to hold out for her. To help her along, he reached his hand between them squeezed her nubbin. Her moan nearly sent him over the edge. Sophie threw her head back and nearly screamed when she felt Andy's lips tug on her nipple. She had more sensory input in this moment than she had in all of her life combined. It was too much, she couldn't contain it all; she felt as if she would explode. Once again she felt Andy's hand between her legs and she came apart. She could see a starburst of colors behind her eyelids as she gave herself over to the sensations. Slamming into her one last time Andy finally heard Sophie squeal as her nails scraped down his back. He pumped several times feeling himself fill her before he slumped down and rested his head in the crook of her neck. He was lying in a daze when he finally heard Sophie's chant of "I love you, I love you, I love you. . ." Grasping her around the ribs he rolled them over so that she was sprawled on top of him. He leaned up and took her lips in a lingering kiss before whispering against her lips how much he loved her. When he looked up into Sophie's eyes he could see that she was crying. Panicking, he ran his hands down her arms, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I was rough at the end, and I couldn't help myself. I really wanted this to be perfect for you, please forgive me." She sniffled and smiled at him. "That's why I'm crying. It was perfect. It was the most perfect thing in the entire world. I have a secret for you." It's Better with Love He sighed out his relief as he returned her smile, "What's that?" "I'm ready." His brows furrowing, he hesitated. "Um, that was it. We made love; that was all of it." She threw her head back and laughed, "No, I mean to your question, earlier. I'm ready. I don't want to wait, there is no one else I want to meet and no experiences I want to have if they aren't with you. I want to marry you and the sooner the better. Do you think Matt is still awake? Can we go tell him now?" Andy wrapped his arms around her and turned on his side snuggling her in next to him. "Tomorrow will be soon enough, I promise. Why don't we just stay here tonight? Go to sleep for now." He looked down and smiled as he realized she probably hadn't heard anything he had said, her hands were fisted under her chin and her head was resting on his shoulder as she slumbered. Andy smiled at his future wife as he drifted off to sleep himself.