Robert kicked off his shoes and moved to the waistband of his trousers. Beth stopped him, and looked up at him. She sat up and shuffled closer, undoing his zip. Within seconds, he was launching himself at her.
Beth woke groggily and the first thing she noticed was that she was practically encased by Robert, his arms around her, holding her tight. She smiled and stretched as best she could. Robert groaned slightly as he woke.
“Good morning,” he said quietly, nuzzling her neck.
“Morning,” she replied, stroking his hair.
He pushed himself up on his elbows – which were placed either side of her body – and kissed her. His hair was all over the place, the black mess the result of last night.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Only for you,” she whispered, smirking.
He grinned salaciously. “Maybe after you’ve eaten.”
“Okay,” she grinned back. “What time is it?”
He looked over at the clock. “Just gone eleven.”
“Best get some breakfast before it turns into lunch then.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll cook.”
He kissed her once more before getting up and pulling on his boxers. He disappeared out the door and went downstairs. Beth stretched on the bed, loving the feeling of her aching muscles. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.
Thinking of the months before her eighteenth birthday, she remembered all the meticulous party planning her and her mother had done. She remembered getting upset when her party had been threatened by her father. Now, lying in bed with the faint sounds of her boyfriend making her breakfast, she couldn’t imagine what her party would have been like.
She thought of the previous day and knew that she wouldn’t have enjoyed her birthday party as much as she’d enjoyed being spoilt by Robert. The aftermath of dinner certainly would have bested her party.
She sat up reluctantly and got up. She moved to the wardrobe and stopped as she saw her hair in the mirror. It was a complete mess, even more so than Robert’s, but she didn’t fix it; she quite liked the mess, as it reminded her of what she and Robert had been doing the previous night. She touched the bite mark on her neck. She hadn’t needed to beg Robert to drink from her, which she loved.
She opened the wardrobe and pulled out her dressing gown. The white satin clung to her skin as she fastened it around her waist. It came to her mid-thighs and the lapels weren’t fastened particularly well, but she knew Robert had seen her in far less.
She moved over the door, a wonderful ache making itself known at the junction of her thighs. She looked back at the bed. She noticed a circle of dried blood hiding on the black sheet, reminding her that she’d lost her virginity last night. She blushed before leaving the bedroom.