Page 11 of Intentional Grounding

I can’t help but wonder if this is normal, to want someone this desperately and passionately even though we’re only 16. Is it normal to love someone this much?

I’m distracted from my thoughts when Jack’s mouth crashes against mine. His lips press hard against my own as his tongue darts out to glide along the seam of my lips, before sliding inside. Our tongues continue their dance while his hands roam over my body. I’m feverishly trying to undo the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on mine.

My whole body is vibrating with need, and it almost feels like I’m on fire. I didn’t know it was possible to want someone this badly. He breaks from my lips, his mouth kissing and sucking down my neck to my collarbone, while his fingers urgently wrap around my back to pull my zipper down.

With his shirt undone, I roam my hands up and down the flat, toned planes of his stomach. He lets out a shuddering breath – I love how my touch affects him.

“Jesus, Paige. What are you doing to me?” His lips barely leave my skin as he speaks, his fingers gently tugging down the top of my dress. “I never want to stop touching you.”

I whisper seductively in his ear, “Then don’t.”

I don’t know where this wanton version of me comes from, but I’m kind of loving it. Jack makes me feel incredibly confident and sexy. I’m never embarrassed to be forward with him or tell him what I want. I’ve overheard other girls talking about faking it with their boyfriends or just doing what their boyfriends want to do, and I can’t imagine why they would stay with those guys. It’s never once been like that with Jack.

I slide my hands down his abs, following his happy trail, and begin unbuckling his pants. I slip my hand underneath his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his hard as steel, yet velvet soft erection. Jack groans loudly before whispering my name with a tone of astonished reverence. It doesn’t take long for Jack to fall apart.

It’s a heady feeling knowing that I can bring him to his knees like this.

He turns to me, his eyes half-lidded with lust and satisfaction. “Your turn.”

One thing I love most about my intimacy with Jack is that the pleasure isn’t one-sided. Apparently, that’s rare for a high school relationship like ours. I’ve overheard a lot of girls talk about how their boyfriends always want blowjobs or hand jobs, but hardly ever return the favor. Jack is all about equal opportunity in the pleasure department. It just reinforces how lucky I am to have him.

Jack slips my panties down my legs and slides his hands up. The pleasure I feel when I’m with Jack is unreal. There literally aren’t enough words to describe how amazing it is. The problem is I never want it to stop. I feel like I’m getting addicted to him and the incredible feelings he invokes.

Suddenly, he rotates his fingers inside me and starts hitting that spot that triggers blinding pleasure. I explode around him and collapse back against the seat, completely blissed out.

When I finally open my eyes, Jack is smiling at me. “I love watching you come. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I give him a sated smile. “You’re more than welcome to make me come as much as you want.”

He leans across the console to kiss me deeply. “I love you, Paige.”

“I love you, too,” I sigh, content in this moment with the boy I love more than anything.

He pulls back, giving me his gorgeous lop-sided smile before he sits back in his chair and starts buttoning his pants.

“What are you doing?”

“Buckling my pants. What’s it look like I’m doing?”

I put my hand on his belt to stop him. “What if I want more?”

“More?”

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I think… I think I’m ready for us to go all the way.”

“Paige…” his voice is pained, and all my confidence immediately evaporates.

“You don’t want to?”

I can tell he hears the insecurity in my tone because he immediately cups my face in his hands and leans his forehead against mine. “Paige, I want nothing more than to go all the way with you. But I’m not going to take your virginity in the backseat of my car. You deserve way more than that. I also don’t want to do it until you are for sure ready. I won’t push you into this. But please don’t ever doubt how badly I want to be with you like that, because I do. Desperately. I promise when the time is right, and we’re both sure, we’ll lose our virginity together, okay?”

I nod my head and whisper, “Okay.”

I love Jack more than anything – there’s no doubt in my mind about that – but now that the after-effects of my earlier orgasm have settled, I realize he’s right, it’s too soon. We’ve only been together for two months. Having sex is a big deal, and I really don’t want to lose my virginity in the backseat of his car. I always imagined it would be somewhere romantic and special.

Once again, I’m thankful that Jack is the one I’m experiencing all this with. He doesn’t pressure me, and he knows me well enough to know what I really want and need. We can wait. He’s still going to be my first. We have plenty of time before we take that next step.

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