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My hand goes up to his jaw line, lightly touching it as my head turns up to stare into his hazel eyes. I shiver, closing my eyes slowly as I feel him rest in front of me, letting our bodies flow together like two radioactive chemicals.

I open my eyes, part my lips. "I've never kissed a guy before."

Our lips crash together in a mess of a sickening match of two teenage lovers' first kiss.

I don't like it.

Too gentle.

I start to pull back. His hands snake around to my back; his nails dig in, forcing me to stay in place.

A noise similar to a struggling kitten escapes from the corners of my lips.

He bites at it, letting the tortured feline cry out even more.

My Converse-clad heels hover above the ground. My face lifts up along with my feet, smashing my mouth against his.

The small kitten pokes its head out and tries to jump out. He bites at it again, crushing its throat between his teeth.

It squeals and blood rushes out of its lips, staining my partner's tongue.

He retracts, looks at me, rubs my cheek. "Frankie," he says softly, coaxing my eyes open.

"You bit me."

Our mouths reconnect, and my hands run up his chest, pressing my palms to the skin as I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing our open lips closer together.

I taste blood. It flows into both our mouths from my bottom lip, where he snapped at it.

Our heads tilt in different directions as blood and spit mixes, as our breath becomes one, as our body heat intensifies.

His hands leave their spot on my back. They trail downward, past my hips. They stop, and go inward, leaving me breathless.

He bites at my top lip softly, teasing me as his hands go up more. He taps at the pant's button.

I bite at his lips back as I feel smooth skin slip into my skinny jeans.

We both pull back, letting out short, sharp breaths. We stare at each other, a smile playing on my face. I chuckle and settle back down on my heels once his hand leaves the warm space in my pants.

"That was good for a first kiss with a guy."

He runs his hand through his black hair, smirking. "Really?"

I nod and smile.

"Wanna make it a good first ********, too?"

I blush.

"Maybe."

He grabs at my hand and we start into his house, leaving the safety of his front door behind. The way to his bedroom is short and lustful.

The door shuts and I am pressed to the bed covers.

Our mouths meet again, like long lost soul mates. Our tongues tangle, like passionate dancers. Our hands touch unknown territory, like virgins.

My breath catches in my throat and my body starts getting heat flashes.

He moves closer to me, opening my mouth along with his even more.

New sounds form from my vocal cords. My hands clasp to his shoulders. My hips rock.

"Let me," he mutters.

Our clothes are like an extra layer of skin, hard to peel off. We each take turns pulling off an article of clothing, waiting to see what lies underneath.

Heat overwhelms me.

"I can't."

"I can."

He lightly strokes the fabric of my jeans stretched across my groin. My eyes close and hot air surrounds the newly unclothed area.

"Beautiful."

His arms wrap around my small figure as our lips form together and he moves his steaming body on mine.

I buck and toss my head back, a yowl pouncing.

"Stop, stop."

He doesn't. He rolls over, me on top. I stare down at him, fresh tears in my eyes.

"Stop, please."

He pauses, looks at me, furrows his brow.

"Why?"

"I can't take it; it hurts."

He ignores the last bit and rolls me back over.

"I'll take good care of you, baby boy."

He does, and it's magical, like fireworks on Fourth of July.

We both scream at the top of our lungs, and I start to worry if we'll wake up his parents or his younger brother, but the worry slips from my mind as he softly strokes the dried blood on my lips with his tongue.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay."

We kiss softly. My lips hurt.

"That was a good first ******** with a guy, too."

I make him smile.

"Really?"

"Really."

He pauses and we resume kissing. He settles me in his arms, against his chest, making me tilt my head back as we continue to kiss.

His fingers run through my brown hair.

"I think I love you."

I grin.

"I think I love you, too."

We kiss some more, the dying kitten in my mouth decaying away to be replaced with a satisfied purr of a large, adult cat.

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