The Boy From the Basement; Book One

The Bedroom Stories

            Nobody was up when we got home and I preferred it that way. I was positive that I made the right choice in saying yes. I loved Will and it really didn’t matter how young I was in the end. I wanted to be with him and how could I say no to the sweetest proposal?

            Will and I burst through the doors with our lips locked. I toss my heels to the side. His kisses are urgent and my nails dig into his tux. I wanted him right this moment. Will pulls away and takes my hand. We go up the stairs quickly to our room. I make sure the door is locked. As soon as I turn around, Will unceremoniously pushes me up against the wall. The fire and darkness in his eyes once scared me, but now it just makes my blood boil.

            He kisses me more slowly, so slowly that it is almost torture in a way. I moan against his lips and grind against him. Will takes his jacket off—mine disappeared sometime on the stairs. My hands shake as I unbutton his dress shirt. They shake out of urgency, nerves and passion. I pull the shirt off and it reveals Will’s toned and tattooed torso. Will kisses me again darting his tongue in my mouth. Air doesn’t seem like a necessity anymore.

            “Turn around.” He demands in low sensual tone. I obey him and turn around. I prop myself up on the wall with my hands. I feel Will’s hands move from my shoulders down to the small of my back. I can feel how aroused he is and I push back into him. He groans. The sound of the zipper on my dress being undone was deafening to my ears.

            The dress falls to my feet and I step out of the circle of silk. Will turns me around and kisses me with a passion that I never knew possible before. We stumble back onto the mattress. Will unbuttons his pants, leaving him in his boxers. I hold back a smile. Will kisses my lips and then his lips trail down to my neck, my chest. At that point he removes my bra. I feel embarrassed at first, but then I remembered that it was Will. He loved me just the way I was.

            When I felt Will’s tongue trailing across the skin of my belly, I think I almost lost it. I gripped his blonde hair and pulled his head up to mine. I give him a pleading look telling him that I couldn’t wait any longer. I didn’t know what this whole claiming process was all about so I would just let Will lead the way. All I knew is that it would hurt, or at least that is what Ronnie said. Will kisses me all while removing my panties and I move my hands to his boxers where I remove them. There was nothing between us now. He gives me a serious look and touches my face gently.

            “Are you sure?” He says in a breathless whisper. I don’t even hesitate to answer him.

            “Yes.” I say.

            Waking up the next morning was pure bliss. Will and I were wrapped up in the sheets with his arms around me. I was pulled into his chest. I was sore and I was tired. All I remember last night was pain and immense pleasure. Being claimed was really painful and when he bit me, white hot pain went throughout my entire body. It was literally unbearable. With that said, just moments later everything was intensely pleasurable.

            Will was perfect and he made me feel comfortable with everything that happened. Unlike most girls, I would never take my first time back. He was the one that nature and God intended for me. I touch my shoulder and I can still feel the mark. Will must have sensed that I was awake because he kissed the mark. I shivered and he chuckled softly. I turn to face him.

            He smiled at me and I kiss him. I have never felt so close to Will before. We were connected on the same physical and mental level now. He takes my hand with the ring on it and kisses it. I look at the beautiful ring—it was mine forever. I rest my head on Will for a little while and he strokes my back.