28. Chapter 28

This chapter was SO HARD for me to write. I felt myself struggling through the whole thing.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The rest of the week at the lake house was relatively peaceful. Jessica didn't have to spend much time around Mr. Harrington, and he didn't seem that desperate to spend time around her either.

Sunday was a nice spring day that stayed warm until nightfall, so Steve and Jessica stayed outside for most of the day. She really enjoyed the pier.

Monday and Tuesday were nice days as well, and they watched at least one movie each night.

On Wednesday, Steve's parents informed them that they were having dinner out. As soon as Jessica found out, the thought of Steve and her being alone that night filled her mind. It filled her with a little bit of fear and a lot of excitement. She knew nothing had to happen between her and Steve – she would've known that even if he hadn't told her – but she also knew she wanted something to happen, had been waiting for it since they'd arrived at the lake house.

Sure, she had felt mostly nervous at first, and she still felt that way, but she was also feeling a very strong sense of anticipation. Every bit of physical intimacy they had shared over the past month or so had been amazing and she knew that finally being able to be with Steve in that way would be as well because it was going to be with Steve.

Jessica already knew that the night was going to be a special one, but the fact that Steve seemed to want to make it special made her feel warm inside.

Once his parents had decided to have dinner out that night, Steve had decided to make the dinner he and Jessica were going to have a special one. He'd gone to the store to pick up chicken and some rice so he could prepare their dinner. It was the same thing they had had for their Valentine's day dinner. When she'd offered to help him in the kitchen, he just told her to go get ready. She hadn't helped on Valentine's day and he didn't want her helping that night either.

In their room, Jessica was getting ready as she'd been asked to do. She'd picked a black flowing skirt that stopped just above her knees. Her shirt of choice was a red turtleneck that hugged her body perfectly. She knew Steve would appreciate it.

Once she was done getting ready, she went back to the kitchen to take a seat at the table. Steve was checking on the chicken in the oven.

"Dinner will be done in about fifteen minutes," he announced.

After he finished checking the food, he went to put some soft music on and then took a seat across from her.

"You look great," he said and she smiled.

"I, uh, didn't really do anything. I just changed my clothes."

"Well, they look great on you."

Steve looked good too, but Jessica thought he always looked good, so that wasn't anything new to her.

They continued talking back and forth like that until the chicken was done and then Steve made both of their plates.

"You didn't have to do all this, you know," Jessica said.

"I know. I wanted to – to make tonight special."

Steve looked down at the table, almost as if he were having a shy moment, before looking back up at her.

"I, um . . . I never told you, but I'm nervous too."

"But you've . . . you've done this before."

"Not with you, and not with someone I love."

The fact that Steve had admitted that to her meant a lot. She never would've guessed that he'd been nervous about the fact that they might become more intimate over spring vacation. He'd never said anything before. She was actually glad she wasn't the only nervous one.

"I know it probably sounds weird, but I don't want to mess this up. It's your first time . . . ever . . . and . . . I want to make it good for you."

"Steve." She reached across the table for his hand. "I already know it's going to be good because it's you, and it's us, finally being able to be together. And, I mean, I know I don't know how it is, but I know I'm safe with you and that you would never make me do anything I don't want to."

It helped to know that he definitely loved her and that he cared about her pleasure and comfort as much if not more than his own.

They continued eating and talking until an easy quiet settled over them. Music was still playing softly in the background – they had danced on Valentine's Day, so they were going to dance that night too. Both he and Jessica liked the closeness of dancing together to a slow song. Plus, dancing to a few songs would give off the impression the Steve was in no rush to go upstairs. He really wasn't. He wanted to go at a pace that Jessica was comfortable with.

Steve knew they had as much time as they needed. He knew his parent's 'dinner' was actually a cocktail party and that they had until at least midnight to do whatever they wanted.

Neither really spoke while they were dancing. They just held each other closely, her head resting against his chest, their arms wrapped around each other.

It was Jessica who made the first move. She tilted her head up to let him know she wanted a kiss. It was slow and sweet, and if Steve hadn't known what that kiss was probably going to lead to, he would've thought it was an innocent one.

Her hands found their way to the back of his head, and Steve let out a soft sigh when she carded her fingers through his hair and over his scalp. He pulled her closer and ran his hands up and down her back, which made her arch up into him.

Steve slid his tongue quickly over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss she had started.

Music was still playing in the background but Steve barely heard it. The music didn't matter anymore. He was kissing Jessica, kissing her and sliding his hands up the back of her shirt now, and she was letting him. It was only when he began pushing her shirt up that she grabbed his hand to stop him from going any further.

"Wait," she said, breathless. "Not down here."

"Bedroom?" he asked, just as out of breath.

"Y-yes."

Because of the small stutter, that small hint of hesitation, Steve looked at her to catch her gaze.

"Jess?"

"It's just nerves," she said. "I promise.

"Turn the music off," she said and then began walking towards the stairs where she stopped at the bottom to wait for him.

She took his hand in hers when he reached her and then they began going up the stairs together.

Once they were in the bedroom Jessica's nerves got a little worse, but not bad enough for her to want to change her mind. They started kissing before they even made it to the bed, and this time when Steve began lifting her shirt, she didn't stop him.

Once Steve dropped her shirt to the ground, Jessica immediately reached for his.

"Your turn," she said.

"Fair's fair, huh?"

She smiled. "Something like that."

He pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor beside Jessica's. She let her hands run up and down his chest. There was the barest hint of hair coming in there, but other than that his skin was smooth.

She was pulled forward when his hands landed on her waist and then there was skin on skin contact. Steve was warm – he was almost always warm – and it soothed her in a way nothing else could.

"Still okay?" he asked

She nodded and pressed a kiss to his shoulder as Steve slid his hands over her sides and then around to her back where he began to play with the clasp on her bra.

"Go ahead," she said.

She felt the give of her bra as he unclasped it. She let the material fall from her arms and down to their feet.

Steve let out a sigh. When she looked up, she could tell he was taking her in. She'd always had her clothes on when they had messed around before, and so this was a new thing for them. She'd thought it might be uncomfortable or awkward to have her breasts on display, but it wasn't. Steve was looking at her tenderly and with love; he made her feel as if being half-undressed in front of him was normal and she didn't feel the need to hide away.

Steve brought his hands back around to her front and slowly made his way up her stomach and to the undersides of her breasts. It kind of tickled and it made her shiver. It also made her belly fill with warmth, and she let out a small moan when he finally reached her breasts.

"Steve!"

No matter how many times he did this, she was always surprised by how good it felt.

She pulled him in for another kiss, this one not short and sweet, and she locked her fingers around the back of his neck to hold him there against her while he continued exploring, continued pulling responses from her.

His hands fell to her behind, where he squeezed gently and pulled her lower half towards his. That was when she felt him, when she felt how aroused he was.

She pulled away from the kiss just enough to say, "Bed," and then he was leading her towards it and gently down onto it. He hovered above her, standing there, seemingly catching his breath, before reaching down to grasp the top of her skirt.

"Off?"

She lifted her hips so he could pull it down, and then she was left in her panties. Steve took his jeans off so that he was only left in boxers. They both reached for their underwear at the same time, so they were on the same page at least.

Once they were bare, Jessica reached for him and he met her there on the bed, and they began kissing again, this one more heated than any of their previous ones. Steve didn't kiss her for long, though, because he moved down her neck and to her breasts again. He'd never used his mouth on her breasts before, and it pulled a cry from her when he pulled on one of her nipples with his lips.

After that response, Steve didn't even have to wonder if she liked it, so he kept doing it. He used his mouth on one breast while his hand paid attention to the other. He switched after a minute or so, and by that time, Jessica was trembling underneath him.

He slowly made his way down her stomach, kissing and nibbling on the way. Jessica's hands had fallen to his shoulders some time ago and now she squeezed against his skin so he could feel her fingernails.

When he reached the apex of her thighs, he stopped his descent and just rubbed her legs soothingly. He was aching with how much he wanted her, but he knew he couldn't just take her. He didn't want to hurt her any more than he knew it probably would.

He ran a finger up her folds and she let her legs fall open wider than they had been. This part she was used to; what he wanted to do next, however, was not something she was used to.

He'd found her clit almost immediately and was circling it with his thumb. He waited until she was moving her hips to his movements before allowing a finger to reach her entrance. She didn't tense up at all as he slowly entered her. She was wet enough that there was no resistance.

She let out her loudest sound yet and she reached for him.

"Okay?"

"I want – come back up here," she said.

He continued getting her ready, but he did what she asked as well, and as soon as he was close enough, she was pulling his face to hers and kissing him desperately. Her hands were gliding over his skin, over every part of him that she could reach.

He checked on her again when he added another finger. She made the smallest sound of discontent, but she continued moving her body against his hand.

"I'm okay. It doesn't hurt, I'm just not used to it."

"You sure?"

"Mm-hm."

She wasn't lying. It didn't hurt and she wasn't used to it. They had never done this before. Even though she wasn't feeling any pain as of yet, she was glad Steve was doing this, stretching her a bit before they actually began to have sex. Steve was being careful with her, but she'd still felt that her body had had to adjust to even just his fingers; she could only imagine how her body would have to stretch to let him fit comfortably.

It wasn't until Steve quirked his fingers a certain way that she really started enjoying it, though. A spark of pleasure shot through her and her hips arched off the bed. She'd definitely never felt anything like that before.

"There it is," she heard Steve mutter.

"Steve, I'm – don't stop."

She couldn't help how desperate she sounded. She just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing, and because she'd asked, he did.

The pleasure became really intense a few moments later and she knew she was going to come soon, but she didn't want to this way. She really just wanted him inside her. She grabbed his wrist to let him know she wanted him to stop.

Once Steve got the memo about what she wanted, he was quick to grab a condom, open the package, and roll the material onto himself. He lined himself up with her entrance but kept an eye on her face, searching for any hesitation. He found none.

"Remember, if you want to stop . . ."

"I know."

Jessica reached up to caress his face and bring his lips to hers for a gentle kiss as he slowly started sliding into her.

This time she did tense up. What was making its way into her now was a lot bigger than two fingers and it was more than uncomfortable, but not unbearable. There was still that feeling of being stretched, only it was more so now, and there was a small amount of pain as he made his way inside. Still, she knew it would subside soon and that Steve would make her feel good again.

She suddenly felt his hands meet hers and his fingers made his way between hers to hold her hands.

When Steve was fully inside, he stopped, even though it was hard to. He had been surprised at how easily he'd been able to fit inside. Yes, she was tight – amazingly so – but she'd also been stretched a little already and was soaked. There had been little to no resistance and he was now sheathed inside. Jessica hadn't seemed to feel any real amount of pain, so Steve assumed that meant he'd done a good job preparing her.

"Okay?" he grunted.

"Yeah, I'm just . . . I'm so . . . full." She was breathing heavily. "Can we – can we stay like this for a minute?"

He placed a few kisses along her neck and chest. "Whatever you need."

And he did end up giving her what she needed.

After they were both satisfied, they just laid there in each other's arms, both breathing heavily. Jessica half on top of Steve. She was a little sore, but in a good way. It just felt like she'd had a work out – and she kind of had.

Steve had been so patient with her and she felt so taken care of.

"I love you," he said, kissing her hair.

"Mm. I love you too."

He was trailing his fingers up and down her arm in a tired but soothing type of way.

"You tired?"

"Not really," she answered. "Just . . . relaxed."

"We still have about two hours before my parents get back. We could take a bath. I know you've been wanting to use the tub."

"It's bigger than my tub. We could both fit."

"That was the idea. You want to?"

She nodded against his chest and he began to sit up.

"I'll go get the tub ready. Give me a few minutes?"

"Mm-hm."

"You gonna fall asleep?"

She heard the amusement in his voice and she couldn't blame him. She wasn't tired, but she was relaxed enough to sleep. However, she really wanted that bath.

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

Once Steve drew up the bath, he went back to his room to get Jessica, who had not fallen asleep no matter how much he'd thought she would. She just appeared relaxed, as she'd said she was.

"It's ready," he said.

She stood up, winced just a little, showing she was at least a little sore from the recent love-making even though Steve had been as careful as he could've been. There wasn't even any blood on the sheets.

"I'm okay," she said. She must've noticed his concern. "I promise. It just feels like I've been working out. This bath will probably help."

Steve had already gotten some towels from the linen closet, so once they reached the bathroom all they had to do was get in the tub. Steve got in first and then Jessica was able to get in and lean back against him.

"This is nice."

The water was warm enough to have a small amount of steam rising from it. Hot baths were great.

After just relaxing for a few minutes, Steve began washing her neck and shoulders for her. She let out a sound of contentment so he continued onto her breasts and stomach. He couldn't resist teasing a response from her as he let the rag run over her nipples.

"Steve, I don't know if I can –"

"I know. I just like making you feel good."

And without the intention of taking things any farther, he continued to slide the rag over her body.