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“Hello sweetie,” Alex purrs as she finds her mark and awaits the cameras.
“Hey,” Matt offers her a small smile and glances away, wringing his hands.
She frowns at him and tries not to giggle, instead reaching out and catching a hand in her own. “What’s the matter, darling, I thought you’d be over the moon to finally be kissing me?!?”
They are about to film the scene of River and the Doctor’s first kiss, against the bars of her cell in Stormcage. She and Matt have been flirting up a storm ever since they discovered it in the script and she can’t deny the little thrill inside her now it’s finally here.
“What?” His eyes shoot up to hers again. “No. I mean...yes, I am... it’s just,” he drops his gaze, resigned, “I dunno.”
“Hey, come on now? You can tell me.”
He flushes and pulls his hand from hers in embarrassment, shaking his head. “Nah, Alex let’s just do this and get it over and done with, eh? Then we can forget this conversation ever happened.”
“Over and done with?” she moves away from him, taken back by his reaction. “Matt, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s fine. Just forget it,” he turns away from her and she nods, biting her lip in concern.
“Matt,” her voice is soft and he can’t help but turn back to her, “I’m sorry.”
Now it’s his turn to be confused. “For what?”
“I don’t know. Whatever it is I’ve done.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I must have done something awful for you to suddenly be acting like this around me. Unless, of course, I am so repulsive to you...it’s my age isn’t it...? It’s just acting, you know.” She doesn’t mean to sound quite so bitter, she can’t help it; she thought he found her at least a little attractive. Perhaps she was wrong.
“What?” He stares at her in shock. “No! No you haven’t done anything wrong. Alex, I’m just not...”he heaves a sigh and runs his hand through his fringe, a trait Alex has become rather fond of. “I don’t really know what I’m doing...”
“What do you mean, darling?” she tries taking his hand once more.
“I-I mean...” he pulls away again, avoiding her gaze and shaking his hands out. “I mean I haven’t really kissed many people... um... two in fact... and I don’t want to get it wrong.”
She stares at him in silence for a moment, letting this new, unexpected information sink in. “You mean... wait, only two? Are you serious?”
“Outside of filming, yes.”
“Ah, but you have done film kisses before?”
“Well, yes, but they’re not the same. The director tells you what to do and then you can discuss exactly what’s going to happen with your co-star before anything happens...”
“This is a filmed kiss, darling, it’s not real...”
“I know that, Alex, but he hasn’t really given us much direction.”
“No, but I’m sure he will before the cameras start rolling...”
“But that still doesn’t really give me time to think about it... or-or to discuss it with you.”
“Calm down, sweetie,” she forcefully catches both his hands in hers and holds them together gently to still them. “It’s just a kiss. I promise it will be fine. Spontaneity is more fun anyway,” she winks playfully, “trust me.”
“You guys ready?” the director calls out and Alex shouts back an affirmative, squeezing Matt’s hands comfortingly and flashing him a smile before moving back to her mark.
They’ve already shot the lead up to the kiss so all that’s needed is a couple of lines before, the kiss, and Matt’s line afterwards.
“And...action!”
Alex, as River, chuckles at his receding form.
“What? That’s it? What’s the matter with you?”
“Have I forgotten something?” he spins back to her and saunters over, but she can tell he’s still not sure of himself.
“Oh... shut up!” She reaches forward and tentatively brings him closer, feeling his shuddering breath across her lips before they meet his; god, he’s terrified. She breaks the kiss almost immediately and stares up at him in confusion.
“Cut!” the director calls. “What was that? No, no, it needs to be much longer – and Matt, wave your arms about a bit, look more awkward. Come on guys, the chemistry between you two is usually electrifying, now show it. Let’s go again.”
“C-can um... Can we have just a moment to figure out what we’re going to do?” Alex asks, her eyes never leaving Matt’s face.
“Fine. You have until the cameras are reset.”
“Matt?” she questions, ducking to catch his eye, but he refuses to look at her. “Please talk to me? What are you so scared of?”
“Nothing,” he glances at her quickly, “It’s fine, sorry. We can go again. I’m ready this time.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Yes, of course,” he throws her a beam, full of false confidence. “C’mon Kingston, let’s get it on,” he bops her on the nose and she wrinkles it and smiles, releasing a deep breath, happy that he seems to be over... whatever it was that was worrying him.
“Okay, here we go again, give me more passion. And... action.”
They run the lines again and Alex steps in, pulling him down to her by the lapel of his jacket. Their mouths meet and Alex feels his hand immediately on her shoulder, keeping her close, but not too close. She lets out a sigh of relief when she realises he seems more at ease, meaning to comfort him and show him that it’s ok; they’re fine.
“Move your hands Matt – more awkward,” the director yells at them, and Alex feels Matt’s hands leave her like lightning.
She suppresses a giggle when they soon come wandering back, one resting on her waist and the other moving to her hair. She boldly decides to deepen the kiss a little – this shot isn’t going the way the director wants anyway – and runs her tongue over his lower lip. She feels him jump beneath her hands and try to pull away. Confused once more and brow furrowed, she lets him go.
“Cut! God, what is wrong with you two? Hurry up and get it together or we’ll have to shoot this through lunch.” The director almost growls, “Take five, everybody.”
“God, Alex, I’m so sorry,” Matt shakes his head and runs both hands through his messy hair, stepping away from her once more.
“Matt, just tell me what’s bothering you and we can try and fix it.”
“I-I can’t.”
“Why not, Matt? It’s just a stupid on screen kiss. It doesn’t mean anything. I’m not actually about to jump your bones. I mean... come on... you’re acting like a bloody virgin.” She throws her hands up in exasperation. “Talk to me, Matt.”
“I... um...” he allows his eyes to meet hers slowly and she gives him a sharp, pointed look as if to say ‘I’m waiting’.
She huffs and rests her hands on her hips, biting her top lip and looking at the floor before speaking again. “Look. One kiss. Let’s get this right and then you never have to come near me again... not ‘til the next kiss Steven writes anyhow. Maybe he won’t write any more, seeing as we can’t even shoot this one. God, Matt, it’s a kiss. It’s not like you’ve never kissed anyone before – like you said you’ve kissed two off-screen – that’s pretty spontaneous. And two is rather a low amount for someone like you; come on, seriously? Two? More like twenty-two. Have you only shagged two? Is that what you mean?... Matt?... Just say something.”
“I haven’t... shagged... two girls. I’ve only kissed,” he mumbles but she doesn’t really hear him.
“Well, okay, so you’ve kissed two girls, use that experience for this kiss and we’ll be dandy. Although, they were probably amazing and full of passion and this has to be awkward on your part but anyhow. Stop acting like you’ve never had sex before and just get on with it.”
She chuckles at his silence and he just stares at the floor.
“Matt?”
“Okay,” he finally nods, “um... yeah, call him over and we’ll try again.”
She frowns at how small his voice is. He seems completely lost. Out of his depth. Eyes like a rabbit in headlights. And she swallows harshly around the lump that suddenly comes to her throat. “Matt, are you alright...”
“I’m not acting, Alex,” he suddenly snaps, his voice still quiet.
“What do you mean?”
He slowly raises his eyes to hers. “You said to stop acting like I’ve never had sex before... well, I’m not acting.”
Her eyes widen and heart begins to race as she realises what he’s saying.
“You mean...?”
He nods and stares at his feet again.
“Oh, Matt...”
“No, no please don’t do that.”
“But there’s me going off on one, assuming someone of your age and... um... obvious beauty... er... would have had sex and,” she lowers her voice and steps closer to him, “You’re still a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I...” she takes his face gently in her hands and lifts his eyes to hers. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing, to be honest,” he chuckles dryly.
“But you must have been so nervous about this. How did you manage with on-screen kisses in the past?”
“Well, it was a little easier ‘cause we were told exactly what to do – and I didn’t have the added pressure of fancying my co-star... which, is also not easy to admit to.” Her breath catches in her throat at that. “Especially to you.”
Her hands fall from his face and she takes a tiny step back nodding slightly. “We’re ready for our next, and final take now,” she says to the director.
“We are?” Matt’s eyes go wide and frightened once more.
“Yes, darling,” she says soothingly, “I’m going to kiss you, and it’s going to be perfect.”
“Good,” the director huffs before calling action.
“Oh... shut up,” she says fondly. Unable to keep herself away from him for another second, she wraps one hand around the back of his neck and brings their lips together once more. His hand immediately lands on her shoulder and she smiles, before he remembers ‘awkward’ and flails a little in her embrace.
Her hands slowly move across his cheeks and down his jaw and she tries running her tongue questioningly over his bottom lip. She doesn’t force it, just touches him lightly and is ready to back away if he doesn’t respond well. But he does, parting his lips slightly and allowing her to continue. She inwardly jumps for joy and swipes her thumb affectionately over his cheek before moving her hand around his waist and pulling him ever closer.
One of his hands almost tangles itself in her hair before he realises what he’s doing and consciously waves them around behind him again for the scene. She lets out a tiny giggle and feels him smile in response. She starts to pull away but feels him follow her, and the Doctor isn’t supposed to be doing that, so she pushes back against his mouth again to ensure it still looks like River is in control, and whimpers when he opens his mouth to her further.
She knows it’s a children’s show, but she’s beyond hope now, this isn’t really even River and the Doctor; it’s her and Matt. She slowly slips her tongue inside and marvels in the way he presses them even closer together, his hand on her shoulder momentarily as he moans. She squeezes the back of his jacket in her fist and almost rises onto tip toe, feeling a low burn begin in the pit of her stomach.
Well, that’s plenty enough for the viewers and the director, she suddenly thinks, desperate to keep kissing him, to teach him to kiss her, to teach him... well, all sorts really... if he’s up for it. All of a sudden, knowing he’s a virgin makes her insides flip and she feels all at once both excited and guilty about the prospect of taking that from him.
She breaks the kiss, so that he can’t follow, and immediately schools her expression into one of confusion, as River.
“Right. Okay... interesting,” Matt somehow manages to remember his lines and the director’s ‘cut!’ sounds satisfied.
“See?” Alex smirks at Matt as they head out to lunch together, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Are you kidding?” he chuckles, “It was utter torture.”
“Really?”
“I never wanted to stop.”
She giggles lowly at that and bites her bottom lip.
“I wasn’t kissing you as River, you know.”
“I know.”
“Were you...?”
“That was all ‘Matt’.” He assures her. “No ‘Doctor’.”
They keep walking, straight past the lunch trailer and picnic tables, too lost in their own thoughts and emotions to care about food right now.
“Matt,” she sighs his name, running her hand down him arm and into his own, curling her fingers around his.
“Alex?” he stops them and turns to her, holding both her hands in his. “You’re the only person who really knows... um... what I am...”
“You mean... a virgin?” she asks shyly.
“Yes.”
“Are you?”
“What?”
“Are you really?” she looks up at him sincerely.
He stares back into her eyes and makes his answer as honest as he can, “Yes, Alex, I’m a virgin.”
She shakes her head gently in amazement.
“What?” he asks.
“I just, can’t quite believe it. I’m sorry. You’re so...” she gestures to the whole of him, “...you.”
“And?”
“How have you not been snapped up? Surely no one could ever resist you?”
“Well, thank you,” he chuckles with embarrassment.
“No, I mean it, Matt, it’s honestly shocked me.”
“Well, maybe others have wanted me but I’ve just not been ready to give myself to them...”
“Oh shit, I didn’t think of that... I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he laughs and she smiles back.
“You’re not religious though, are you?”
“No.”
“But... waiting ‘til marriage?”
“No. Not specifically.”
“Then...? Oh god, Matt, I’m sorry, it’s none of my business, I shouldn’t be asking,” she buries her face in her hands in mortification.
“It’s fine, Alex. I feel like you’re the only person I’m comfortable talking to about this...”
“Really?” She looks up in surprise.
“I think I just haven’t found the right person yet, you know? Like, I think I’m ready and then when it comes to it, it just doesn’t feel right.”
“Mmm,” she bites her lip, she doesn’t entirely know what he means; never felt it herself, but then she was young when she lost her virginity. Matt’s almost twenty-eight.
“That kiss felt right though,” he interrupts her thoughts, voice an octave lower than it had just been.
She looks up at him sharply, warmth blooming in her stomach at the darkness and lust in his eyes.
“Matt,” she releases a shaky breath. Oh she wants him, so much. But she’d be his first and that she’s not sure she could do. She’d ruin him. And as much as that thought thrills her, it wouldn’t be right, would it?
“Alex, please? I want you. I know I do. For once in my life I am sure of it,” he takes her hand at her silence and leads her towards her trailer.
“What? In there?” she nods towards the door.
“Yes?”
“You really want your first time to be on a sofa or against the wall of a tacky film trailer? Darling, I may not be certain about taking your virginity, but if you’re sure it’s what you really want then I am certain it will not happen in there.”
“Then where?” he sounds frustrated and she can’t help her eyes from glancing down.
Confidence growing from the sight of his tight trousers, she steps in to him seductively, running a teasing hand over his crotch as she rises on her toes and whispers in his ear. “Come to my flat tonight,” she suppresses a giggle at the shiver she feels run through him, pulling back to gauge his reaction.
“What time?” he lets out a shaky breath.
“Give me an hour after work to tidy the place, and myself, up a bit and I’ll make it a night to remember,” she promises.
“Alex, I don’t think you need to tidy anything for this to be a night to remember,” he winks.
“Darling, if you’re honestly not joking with me and this really is your first time...” she pauses for his reassurance and smiles, “then I really want to make it special for you.”
He sighs and runs a nervous hand through his hair, but she catches it and brings it down to her, kissing his knuckles reverently.
“Can you let me do that for you?”
“Yes,” he pulls his hand from hers and strokes the backs of his fingers over her cheek, smiling with pride when she leans into the touch.
“Thank you, darling,” she turns her face and kisses his palm, “I’ll see you at seven then.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
“You’d better.”
As soon as she gets home from work she pours herself a glass of wine and downs half of it before changing her mind. If they’re really going to do this then she wants to be sober. And he’d better still be sober too; she doesn’t want to feel like she’s taking advantage of him. Oh god, what is she doing?
Even if he wasn’t a virgin she’d be having her doubts, this sort of thing changes relationships; it can ruin friendships, she cherishes what she currently has with Matt and doesn’t want to lose him. But oh how she wants him. She has done for a while now, in the back of her mind she’s realised how her constant flirting and frequent touches have had intent behind them, she’s just never let it show. Why would she? She’d have just made a fool of herself. No one like Matt would ever be interested in someone like her. Except... he is. For the first time in his life he is interested enough in someone that he wants to take the plunge and sleep with them, and it’s her he’s chosen.
But she has to be absolutely certain it’s what he wants. Before anything happens. She must ascertain exactly what he wants to do and not overstep any boundaries. Once they do this, he can’t go back.
She changes her mind another three times as she changes her bedclothes and washes the dishes. Then again when she takes a shower; making sure to clean and shave before drying off and smothering herself in her favourite cocoa-butter moisturiser. She wonders how much effort she should put in to what she wears; would he like her in a corset and frilly underwear with stockings and suspenders and heels? She’s sure he’d appreciate that, but then he wouldn’t appreciate being so turned on that it was all over before it started. No. Perhaps not then. Maybe she shouldn’t dress up at all, make it look like she’s not expecting anything... but then she has asked him over and made the reason pretty clear, it would look like she didn’t care. She finally settles on a nice lacy pair of matching underwear with jeans and a loose jumper over the top; casual and comfy but still a little sexy.
She’s just fluffing her hair in the mirror and applying a tiny dash of lipstick when the doorbell rings and butterflies take wing in her stomach.
“Here goes,” she nods at herself in the mirror before moving to open the door.
Her breath catches at the sight of him and she sincerely hopes he hasn’t changed his mind. She’s not sure why the sudden change in her, he looks like he always does, in skinny jeans and an old band t-shirt, his leather jacket and converse boots; hair flopping adorably across his forehead.
“Hi,” he waves awkwardly and Alex jumps into action.
“Oh, come on in, darling,” she beckons him inside and closes the door behind her before wringing her hands together nervously.
He shucks his jacket off and Alex hangs it up as he steps out of his shoes.
“Have you eaten? Or would you like to... um... order something?” she asks hesitantly. Come on Alex you’re supposed to be the confident one. She’s sure once she knows exactly what he wants that she’ll soon forget her nerves and enjoy herself. She’s usually so relaxed around him.
“Um no, thanks. I mean... I’ve eaten.”
“Okay.” Progress. “Drink?”
“God yes.”
She smiles. “What would you like?”
“What have you got?”
“Um... I have...” she beckons for him to follow her into the kitchen, “water, orange juice, lemonade... tea, I suppose...”
“Anything a little stronger?”
She bites her lip at the hope in his voice before turning to him seriously. “Darling, I don’t think we should drink anything tonight. I mean, if we’re... you know... if you’re sure that’s what you want to do. You definitely want... well, me? And it’s your first time. I think we should be sober.” She risks glancing up at him. “Don’t you agree?”
He just stares at her and she has a sudden dreadful feeling that she has read him completely wrong and has just made a huge fool of herself. Until, he leaps into action, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the kitchen, spinning them with a grace she never knew he possessed and pushing her down none-too-gently onto the sofa in her living area.
“Matt?” she giggles, breathless.
“Shh,” he grins and leans down over her, cupping her jaw with one hand before bringing their mouths together.
She moans lightly into the kiss and wraps her arms around his neck, bringing him between her legs and pulling him down on top of her.
“Alex,” he pulls back suddenly.
“Shit, sorry, darling. Slow and gentle, I can do that. In fact, why don’t you take the lead.”
He chuckles. “That’s not what I was going to say.”
“Oh.”
He takes the seat beside her and she shuffles up into a sitting position as he runs a finger anxiously up and down her thigh.
“I want you to know,” he starts off slowly, not looking her in the eye, “that I am sure of what we’re about to do. I do want this, Alex, with you. So, please, don’t feel bad about it, or, guilty or whatever. Someone’s got to be my first. I kinda wish I’d had someone else to practise with before you,” he smiles self-depreciatively and she giggles, “but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with tonight.”
“Oh darling,” she runs her hand across his cheek, “you say the nicest things.”
“So do you.”
She worries her lip and looks down at their entwined hands in her lap – when did that happen? – before smiling, taking a deep breath and looking directly at him.
“Where would you like me?”
“What?” he looks a little shy and lost and she takes pity on him.
“I would suggest the bedroom, it’s usually the most comfortable,” she winks playfully and rejoices in his winning smile.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Come on then,” she stands and holds a hand out to him, helping him off the sofa.
She gets the overwhelming urge to cry on their way down the hall and she bites her lip against the sudden emotion, stopping abruptly, causing Matt to bump into her and she giggles; although it must come out more like a sob as Matt shows her concern.
“Alex, are you alright? You don’t have to do this for me if you don’t want to...”
“Oh, shut up,” she repeats River’s line from earlier, pressing him gently against the wall and kissing him. She doesn’t take her time and her mouth is insistent against his, her hands roaming his torso before finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it up his chest.
“Alex?” he breaks away and stills her hands, ducking to look her in the eye.
“I want to, Matt. I really want to. I wanted to even before you told me about...”
He cuts her off, kissing her back briefly before finishing what she started, dragging his top over his head and throwing it behind her. She rises on her toes and pecks him on the lips before taking his hand again and pulling him through the bedroom door, kicking it shut behind her.
He presses her against it, claiming her mouth and rolling his hips against hers. They moan in unison and Alex clutches him to her.
“Matt,” she pants, “wait. Stop. You have to slow down, darling.”
“You’re not a virgin too are you?” he jokes and she chuckles.
“Far from it, sweetie,” she quirks a brow and his eyes darken.
“I want you.”
“I know.” She gently pushes him off her and towards the bed. “Lie down, darling.”
“Do I have to?”
“Please?”
He does as she asks. She can tell he’s still nervous. She needs to calm him down or he’ll fight her the whole time and it won’t be enjoyable for either of them.
She smiles at him as she takes in the lines of his chest, kneeling on the edge of the bed and running her hands down the path her eyes had just taken, only stopping once she reaches his belt.
“Alex?”
“Shh, darling” she leans over and kisses him languidly as her fingers deftly work to undo his belt and trousers. “Take them off and then get under the covers.”
He gives her a curious look before doing as she asks. Then she undoes her own jeans, and pulls off her socks before sliding in next to him in only her underwear and baggy jumper.
She rolls on her side to face him and strokes a gentle hand over his jaw before kissing him again. She takes it slowly, keeping him calm and reassuring him that there’s nothing to be afraid of. His hand lands on her waist and his fingers draw tiny circles there as he lets her set the pace. She soon feels the fire in her belly and needs more; she just needs to feel his touch on her skin. But she doesn’t want to scare him.
“Touch me, darling,” she breaks the kiss and his eyes go wide.
“What?”
“Anywhere. Don’t worry about it, don’t even think about it. Just carry on doing that...” she places her hand over his on her waist, before moving it down, under her jumper and back up again, “only, on my skin, rather than through my jumper.”
“O-okay.”
She smiles comfortingly and focuses on kissing him again.
It’s not long before she feels him wander a little. His fingers brushing over the base of her ribs and down to her hip and she grins into the kiss as encouragement.
He stops suddenly as his hand comes across the fabric of her bra and she pulls away to look up at him.
“It’s alright, darling, I want you to touch me – everywhere – if I’m lucky.”
“But I don’t want to do it wrong.”
“I don’t think you could do it wrong, darling,” she strokes his cheek.
“And I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“I just, I’m not sure...”
“Here,” she rests her hand over his again and decides to guide him, “let me help you. There’s no need to be nervous, darling. I’m not going to get cross or upset if you do something I don’t like. It’s how it all works. No one instinctively knows what another person likes and dislikes, you have to communicate, let each other know if something feels good or feels bad. And trust me, there is not a lot that I don’t like, so please, stop worrying.”
“Okay,” he lets out a deep breath and moves their hands boldly upwards over her bra clad breast, removing it like it had burnt him when she gasps in response. “Sorry! Sorry, I-I... I’m sorry.”
“No! No, darling, I just wasn’t expecting you to be that confident. It’s fine. It’s more than fine; trust me; that was a good gasp. If something hurts me I’ll make sure you know, but I highly doubt you can cause me harm.”
“Really?” The look he gives her is so uncertain she covers his hand again and moves it over her breast, where it had been moments before.
“Yes. Please, darling.”
She notices his breathing become more rapid and smiles up at him, before squeezing his hand in hers, causing him to gently squeeze the flesh of her breast and she sighs.
She wriggles out of his grasp to sit up and promptly pulls her jumper over her head, throwing it across the room and turning back to Matt. She bites her lip at the sight. She’d pulled the covers back as she sat and his beautiful lean stomach is now on show, narrowing down to protruding hip bones and lovely stripy blue boxer shorts, sporting a rather splendid erection.
She licks her lips subconsciously and glances back up to see him staring at her in much the same way and heat pools deep in her stomach.
“Come here,” he says softly, reaching out to her, and she lowers herself next to him, her chest and shoulders over him as her mouth meets his. “I can’t believe I was nervous about kissing you this morning. You are absolutely the most beautiful creature I have ever met.”
She giggles. “Mutual, darling.”
“Touch me?”
“Happily, sweetie,” she runs her hand slowly and sensually down from his shoulder, across his chest and the plains of his stomach and over his hip. “Are you sure?” she questions seriously as his muscles twitch beneath her fingertips.
“Will you stop asking me that and just do it?!? Please. Yes, I’m sure,” he replies, a little exasperated.
She giggles, “As you wish,” before dipping her hand beneath the material of his boxers.
He sucks in a sharp breath as her fingers brush against him and she worries her bottom lip as she watches his reactions. She strokes him tenderly with a couple of fingers before pulling back and hooking them into the elastic of his shorts, motioning for him to lift his hips as she drags them down his legs.
“Are you alright?” she checks.
“Fine.” He states, a little breathless. “Naked! But fine.”
She giggles at that, her tongue between her teeth. “Well, you know, there is a way you could make it even,” she raises her eyebrows pointedly.
“I know.” He grins, but doesn’t move to remove her of her underwear. So she resumes what she had been doing before, taking him in hand this time and gently squeezing.
“Jesus Christ,” Matt’s hips buck into her hand and she eases off a little.
“Just ‘Alex’, darling.”
“Shut up, you wench,” he chuckles, “Do that again?”
“Are you s...”
“Yes. I’m sure. I liked it. It’s good to communicate, right? It’s something I like. Please, do it again.”
“Alright, alright.” She chuckles. “What about this?” She doesn’t tighten her hand, but rubs it up and down his shaft a couple of times, smiling as he moans in delight.
“Yep, that’s good too. I like that.”
“Most men do, darling.”
“What do you like then?” He sits abruptly, brushing her hand away and pushing her back into the mattress.
“L-Lots of things,” she stutters at the sudden change.
“Like what? Tell me, Alex, I want to please you.”
“Oh, darling, don’t you think we should just concentrate on you tonight?”
“Are you kidding? I want to touch you as much as you want to touch me. Can’t let you have all the fun.”
“Well, if you insist...”
“I do. Now, tell me what you like or I’ll just have to start experimenting.”
“Well now, someone’s found their confidence,” she winks, her heart pounding, “Experiment all you like, sweetie.”
He swoops in to kiss her, both hands immediately landing on her breasts and she arches into his touch, running dainty hands up and down his back as he massages her.
“Is this good?” he asks between kisses and she nods, making an affirmative noise in the back of her throat. “Could be better?” She shrugs and he breaks the kiss. “Alex? Tell me...”
She arches her back and wriggles a hand behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, dragging the straps slowly down her arms before flinging the garment to the side. She smiles as he stares at her, before she replaces his hands and pulls him in for more kissing.
She moans as he continues massaging her, now bare, breasts, feeling her nipples pebble with arousal. He moves one hand down her torso, flicking his thumb briefly over the pert nub and making her gasp before curling his fingers around her ribs. He breaks away from her lips and kisses across her jaw, down her neck and across her chest, until he comes across her breast, nipping lightly and circling the bud with the end of his tongue.
“Oh, Matt,” she breathes his name and weaves her fingers into his hair.
“That good, eh?” he asks cheekily and she pulls on his hair until he leaves her skin and looks at her.
“Absolutely,” she replies and leans up to kiss him once more.
“Does the other one like the same attention?” He asks rhetorically, already kissing his way across her chest to the other breast. “Apparently so,” he muses in awe as she groans. She’s so turned on and she knows he’s a virgin but he’s moving too slowly.
She runs her hands down his back, over his delectable arse and pulls his hips into hers, causing him to gasp and then moan and she bites her lip, a plea in her eye. She really hopes he doesn’t get scared away. She needs him so badly.
“Darling, please. You need to at least touch me down there, if not...” she sighs, trying to reign herself in, “I don’t want to rush you, or frighten you by pushing you too far. But it’s been a while for me and you’re amazing and I just... oh god, I want you so badly.”
She slips her hand down over his hip and round the front, running her fingers over his cock, a little faster and tighter than she had earlier.
He bucks down into her hand and groans, dropping his head to her chest. She drops a kiss against his temple and he lifts his head again, looking deep into her eyes.
“Alex, I can’t hold out if you keep doing that...”
“Then take my knickers off me, darling, and put your hands on me.”
“With pleasure,” he grunts and pulls out of her hand before ducking under the duvet and hooking his fingers into her knickers. Her stomach flips at the sight of him disappearing under the covers, before she lifts her hips and helps him rid her of all remaining clothing. She pulls him down to her as soon as he re-emerges kissing him and taking his hand in her own, guiding it down to the heat between her legs. “Oh, Alex,” he moans, “you feel so good.”
She whimpers and bucks her hips trying to get him to apply more pressure and move, teaching him what and where everything is, where she is most and least sensitive, where she likes his fingers to rub circles, where she likes them inside her and she feels the fire inside her start to lick up under her skin.
She pushes two of his fingers inside her and he boldly takes over at her enthusiastic groan, rubbing gently. She lifts her hands to cup his face and kisses him messily as she rolls her hips and encourages him deeper. He’s a fast learner and soon gets the message, sending his fingers deeper inside her but still rubbing gently.
“Harder, darling, please,” she begs between kisses and he applies a little more pressure. But it’s not enough.
She moves one hand back down to his, as her other hand tangles in his hair, wrapping her fingers around his wrist and pulling his fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back in sharply. She does it again and arches her back, gasping.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he warns.
“You won’t, sweetie. Please? That’s harder. Also deeper...”
“Still?”
“Yes, oh god, yes. Harder, deeper, faster and apply a little more pressure where you’re rubbing and I promise you won’t hurt me. In fact, you’ll do quite the opposite,” she sighs, “Please? But stop if it hurts your wrist or anything...”
He looks into her eyes and notes her sincerity before surging forward and claiming her lips once more, moving his fingers in and out of her harder and faster, like she’d shown him; as deep as he can comfortably go, and rubbing circles with his fingertips every time before he pulls out. His wrist starts to ache quite quickly but he notices the movement of her hips against his hand become more frantic and her breathing becoming laboured and he pulls back to give her air and to watch her.
She positively writhes beneath him, and if she hadn’t promised him otherwise, he’d think he was hurting her. Her moans increase in volume and frequency and a proud smile graces his face as he watches her hurtle closer and closer to climax.
“Oh god, darling, that’s so good,” she manages to pant, “please don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he promises, even though there is a burn in his wrist; he wants this, wants to see her come undone in his hands. He’s never seen it happen before and is at once both fascinated and terrified.
She groans deep and loud in the back of her throat, her arms flying out to grab the sheets in her fists before her body shudders and she almost screams, her eyes rolling back and back arching. She looks beautiful.
Matt slows down and applies less pressure, easing off to allow both her and his wrist to recover and she slowly stops writhing and opens her eyes to him.
“How was that?” he asks shyly.
“Oh my god, darling, that was incredible,” she pants, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
“Was that...? I mean, did you... er... come?”
She smiles affectionately at him and pulls him down for a sweet kiss, “Yes, darling, I came.”
“That’s amazing.”
“What is?”
“What you did? What you can do? Your body... you’re so beautiful, Alex.”
She’s not usually one to be shy about her body but the way Matt speaks about her makes her want to crawl under the covers and curl up and hide forever. He’s so sweet and he doesn’t even know it. He’s apparently never brought a woman to orgasm before, but that was wonderful.
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”
“Yep, sure. I think I’d remember.”
“I’m sure you would.”
“Do you... um... are you still alright for me to... you know... um... I mean,” he huffs and drops his head and she chuckles in delight. “Just let me know if and when you’re ready for me... if you know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean, darling,” she fondly strokes fingers through his floppy hair. “And I’m ready whenever you are.”
He lifts his head and his dark eyes meet hers. “Are you sure?”
“That’s my question. Yes, I’m sure, darling. As long as you are?”
“I’m definitely sure,” he beams. “I wanna do that to you again and have it happen to me at the same time.”
She giggles. “Well, it doesn’t always happen at the same time, sweetie, but we can see how it goes.”
“Okay, so, do we need anything...?”
“Like?”
He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Condoms?”
“You’re definitely a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“So, you’re clean?”
“As far as I’m aware.”
“So am I, so, no.”
“No...?”
“We don’t need condoms, darling, I can’t get pregnant and I trust you implicitly.”
He bends his head to kiss her again and she slides her hand down his body until she can wrap it around him, pumping three times and chuckling when he groans – he’s so sensitive – before guiding him to her entrance.
“Are you absolutely, one-hundred percent ready and sure you want to do this, darling? There’s no going back.”
“Right here, right now, you are the only person I’ll ever want to take my virginity from me.”
“That’s a good enough answer for me,” she sighs before bringing his lips to hers and shifting her hips. He moves at the same time and excruciatingly slowly, he slides in. She guides him with a hand on his lower back and doesn’t let him stop until he is completely buried inside her.
He breaks the kiss with a deep, satisfied moan and she stifles a giggle. He feels so good inside her; she’d never imagined they would fit together so well. She bites her lip and he begins to move.
She feels warm and silky and wet and tight around him, unlike anything he could have ever imagined and as soon as he starts to move he decides he never wants to stop. Until he feels a familiar burning heat in his abdomen – he may be a virgin but he has used his hand before – and suddenly realises this is going to be over all too quickly. He’s finally inside a woman, and not just any woman but Alex Kingston; she’s his and he could not be more overjoyed.
“Alex,” he grunts, “you feel amazing.”
“You like it then?” she asks, breathless.
“Sex with you is all I want to do for the rest of forever,” he states euphorically.
“Well, let’s just get through your first time to start with shall we darling?” she suggests, rolling her hips against his thrusts.
“Is it good for you?”
“Yes,” she nods vehemently, “just don’t stop.”
He chuckles, a little embarrassed, “I’m not going to be able to go very much longer.”
“That’s fine, darling, I’m close again already.”
“Really?”
“I think it must be you?”
“What do you mean?”
“No one else has made me come that quickly before, and now you’re about to make me come again.”
“But you’ve been married...”
“Twice.”
“And no one...?”
“Nope. Oh, darling, please, we can talk after...” she wraps her legs around him and pulls him close, changing the angle slightly so that his pelvis scrapes across her clit on each stroke and he gets deeper inside her.
“Oh, Alex, you’re so perfect.”
“Fuck,” she swears as her insides start to flutter around him, “Matt, so are you.”
She squeezes her eyes shut as she feels her orgasm approaching fast but opens them again when he requests it, unable to deny him the pleasure of watching her as she falls apart in his arms.
He grunts and groans and his hips become more frantic as he loses rhythm, getting closer and closer to orgasm until it is on top of him and taking over and he just can’t hold back any longer; swearing and shouting her name as he fights to keep his eyes open.
Seeing him lose it and feeling him come deep inside her for the first time sends her over the edge once more and she screams her release, her eyes never leaving his until he collapses over her, completely spent.
She strokes her hands soothingly up and down his sweat-slicked back, enjoying the feel of his weight over her, until he apologises, pulls out and rolls off her. She mourns the loss immediately and curls into his side, pillowing her head on his chest.
“Are you alright?” She asks him quietly once their breathing is more or less under control.
“Never felt better,” he replies and she lifts her head to find him beaming at her, a sparkle in his eye that she’d never seen before and she smiles back.
“You don’t regret it then?”
“Not in a million years.”
“Would you maybe like to do it again in the morning?” she asks hesitantly, “I know it’s kinda soon and you’ve only done it once but...”
“Yes!” He rolls her under him and kisses her. “I’d like to do it again and again and again.”
She giggles, “Darling, you have the rest of your life to do it again and again and...”
He cuts her off with another kiss. “You’ve changed my life, Alex.”
“I know,” she worries her lip, “I only hope you never come to regret it.”
“I won’t.”
“You can’t be sure...”
“I am sure. Alex, I am perfectly happy – in fact, I’m rather ecstatic about what we just did. I am never going to regret having done it, and definitely never going to regret having done it with you. You’re the best person I could have hoped for.”
“Did I ever tell you, I’m rather fond of you?”
“Not in those words exactly, but I think there were some sounds you made in there somewhere tonight that practically meant the same thing.”
“Oh, you cheeky...” she swats at his chest playfully and kisses him again, rolling them so they’re laying beside each other, wrapped in one another’s arms. “I’m glad,” she finally sighs.
“Glad?”
“You don’t regret it. Because I certainly don’t.”
“I’m glad too. Don’t want to have to deal with you feeling guilty when it’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”
“If you think that was the best, darling, you just wait until tomorrow. I have so many tricks to show you.”
“Ah, promises promises, Kingston,” he teases and she pecks him on the lips before settling into his side and they both fall asleep dreaming of learning and teaching, of soft touches and of tender words, of being tangled in bedsheets and each other and never letting go.