Piers was so comfortable; he swore he could fall asleep.  Everything about Annais’s cottage was just cozy.  Her bed in particular was big and soft, a far cry from the little mattress he slept on.  Though, Piers had to admit he preferred the size of his bed at home. When she slept with him there, they were forced to be close.  So close, in fact, it was difficult for him not to take things further.  The walls of his flat were paper-thin, any fooling around would be heard by his sister.  At Annais’s, they didn’t have to worry about such things.  He had wondered if tonight would be the night they finally made love. But she hadn’t given him any kind of go-ahead, and he was beginning to doze off.  It’d be okay, he told himself.  He’d wait for her as long as she needed.  Spending time with her like this was enough for him.

“Piers?”

Piers donned a fond smile at the sweet sound of his name falling from his lover’s lips.

“Yes, Annais…”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Without a doubt.” His eyes remained shut as he said this. “You’re the single most beautiful woman in the world.”

“How about sexy?” Annais rolled onto her chest and propped herself up on her elbows.  “Do you think I’m sexy?”

Piers couldn’t stop himself from grinning wide at her question.  One of his eyes cracked open.

“Of course.  You’re absolutely ravishing, love.”

Annais nodded.

“Piers, are you… uh… a virgin?”

“Huh?” Piers shot straight up.  “… Do I act like a virgin?”

Annais gave Piers another nod.

“I’m not,” he said.  “I mean, it’s been a while for me.  But it’s also been a regrettable number of times… Believe it or not, I used to be pretty damn promiscuous.  Y’can only imagine the kind of rumors that went around about my tongues…”  He stuck it out at her and crossed the tips while winking, causing her to blush and roll her eyes.  “But… Kinda got bored of sleepin’ around.  It wasn’t makin’ me feel anythin’.”

Piers once had a filthy reputation among Spikemuth girls that had them clamoring to him before and after shows.  He relished in being given control over another’s body and pleasure.  But like he said, there came a point where it no longer did anything for him.  He felt no strong emotion towards the women he slept with.  Relationships were rare, and even those were short lived.  Once the sex tapered off, so did their interest in him.  The fact that he tended to fully devote himself also ran them away.  It was still so lonely, despite how many people passed through.  He still didn’t feel whole.  He found himself abstinent for the past few years; barely even finding pleasure with himself… And then he met Annais.

God, that girl stirred something in him.  He wanted her; he feared her.  He couldn’t imagine himself ever being with anyone but her.  She was the perfect fit for the piece he was missing.  Loving her was like hitting puberty all over again. He was horny.  He was nervous.  He might as well have been a virgin because being with her was something brand new.

“Oh…” came from Annais. Piers could hear that there was something wrong.  She stared at her fingers as she traced the stitching of the quilt they laid on.  “Is that why you won’t have sex with me?  I was wondering what was wrong with me.”

Piers sputtered.

“What?  No!  Ann, no… There’s nothing…  Annais, look at me…”  His hands took either side of her face and tilted it up to meet his gaze.  It was plain to see the poor girl was on the verge of tears.  “Listen to me.  Do not for a second think that there’s anythin’ wrong with you.  If anything, I… I guess it’s because I love you that much and I’m that attracted to you that I didn’t want to rush things.  I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or pressure you.  I didn’t wanna fuck this up.”

“Oh,” she said again, still not sounding fully convinced.  “It’s just… We’ve been together like a month and you hadn’t tried to make any moves.  I dunno… I was worried I didn’t turn you on or something…”

“Oh, Ann…”  Piers ran his hand over his head, laughing in disbelief. “Y’really have no bloody idea what you do to me, d’ya?”

Still pouting, she shook her head.

“Shall I tell you?” he asked, stroking her cheek with his thumb.  She shrugged.  “I mean, I can get really vulgar if that’s whatcha wanna hear, love.”

Annais’s face began to heat up.  Piers felt the flush beneath his fingertips.  She sheepishly nodded.

“C’mere.  I’m gonna make you feel this as I’m tellin’ you.” Piers grabbed Annais’s arm, guiding her to him.  Once she was upright, he pulled her onto his lap, causing her to giggle.  Arms found their way around her waist and lips landed on her neck.  He planted one kiss behind her ear before whispering in it.  “I’ll be as bloody explicit as I can just so you can fuckin’ hear how much you turn me on.”  He punctuated this with another kiss along the nape of her neck.  “An’ when I’m done, I’m gonna fuck you as passionately as I’ve been dreamin’ of for months just to drive home that you were the one who did this to me. Understand?”

She bobbed her head, but that’s not what caught Piers’s attention.  With her on top of him like this, he could feel her squirm as he lowered his voice and took a more authoritative tone with her.

“So, is this what you’re into, Ann?” he asked, allowing his lips to brush the lobe of her ear.  “Bein’ talked to like this?  Bein’ told what to do?”

Annais closed her eyes and nodded.  “Y’know I’m not real assertive…  Outside of battle…”

A smirk graced Piers’s lips. He didn’t take her for the submissive type, but this new revelation was certainly a welcome one.  His dominant streak hadn’t been awakened in quite some time. He’d let it lay dormant, unsure of what kind of lover she would be.  

“Guess it makes sense why you can’t ever initiate things without bein’ so bloody passive aggressive about it.  Confessions, kisses, sex…”  Piers laughed and squeezed her.  “Don’ worry, love.  I’ve got you. I’ll take the lead from now on. That’s what you want from me, innit?”

“Yes...”

This role fit him like a glove, and he’d gladly indulge her.  Piers’s lips found her neck once more.  He buried his nose in her curls and breathed in.  What would simply smell like mousse and hairspray to others was the intoxicating scent of perfection to him.  

“Ann…” His chin rested on her shoulder.  His cheek pressed against hers.  “First, I gotta know… Are you mine?”

“All yours.  Yours and yours alone,” she replied.  He could feel her finally relaxing in his embrace.  “To do with as you please.”

A shaky breath passed through his lips.  That confirmation brought such intense joy within his chest, he swore he could burst into tears.

“My girl, my girl…  I wish you realized the effect your words have on me.  I’d trade all the music in the world just for the pleasure of listening to your angelic voice say such sweet things to me,” he said.  “That very first time you spoke my name sent a shiver right through me.  Never have I heard an accent as fuckin’ sexy as yours in all my life.”

“Really?” Annais softly asked.  “I always thought it was annoying…”

“Honest to God, I’d listen to you read a dictionary,” he confirmed.  “I find myself utterly mesmerized when you speak.  Sometimes when you’re on the phone with me…”  He lowered his voice. “… I can’t help myself.  You probably never even realized cos I’m an ace at keepin’ my volume down.  You make it so hard though.  I choke back moans tryin’ to imagine how you’d sound tellin’ me dirty things.  I fantasize about what delicious noises I’d be able to elicit from you when I get the chance to explore your beautiful body.”

“O-Oh…”

The gentle weight of her writhing in his lap was driving him wild.  The knowledge that he would soon be making love to her added to his arousal. Annais let out a tiny gasp upon feeling his erection grow beneath her.

“An’ this fuckin’ body of yours,” he growled into her ear.  One hand gripped her thigh, the other groped her chest.  “Your goddamn tits, Ann.  How could you think I’m not attracted to you the way I eye these tits? I know I haven’t been that subtle about it.  You really have no idea how stiff my cock gets just thinkin’ about how big and soft these look?”  The hand from her thigh moved up, so that both hands were cupping her breasts.  “How badly I wanna play with them an’ suck them off, worship them with my mouth and tongue?  Those few mornings I’ve woken up against you, those times I’ve laid my head on your chest…  When I was alone, I remembered every fuckin’ detail of how they felt against me and came harder than I have in a long, long time.”

Piers’s breath was beginning to get heavy.  His hands were trembling as he held her.

“Take your shirt off,” he told her.

There was no reluctance. Annais pulled away her sweater without protest.  The view from the back was gorgeous, especially with her shyly peeking over her shoulder at him.  He gathered the curls that cascaded down her back and tied them up with the spare hair tie he had on his own wrist to get a better look at her body.

“Your tattoo…” Piers traced a finger down her back, stopping at the band of her bra.  “I remember my surprise when I saw this at the party. So goddamn enticin’.  If I had my way, I’d have unzipped your dress that night to look at the rest.”

He took the liberty of unhooking her bra so he could see the bottom of her tattoo.  His cold, open palm rested on top of it, allowing him to feel the skin beneath.

“An’ I’ll never forget you said you have piercings too,” he said.  “They’re in your nipples, aren’t they?”

“How’d you…?”

“Turn around,” he told her. “Face me.”

Holding the cups of her bra, she shifted to look at him.

“All the way,” Piers said. “Straddle me.”

Annais lifted herself off of him to resituate herself.  She sat back down, face to face with him, able to watch his lustful eyes raking her over. Her skirt landed in such a way where she was basically sitting on top of Piers in nothing but her panties. Piers’s hands rested on her hips, and he was sure to grind against her core once for good measure.  

“Drop it, love,” he said. “Prove me right.”

Annais lowered the bra to her lap.  Piers just knew his pupils dilated the moment she was topless before him.  Her breasts were so full and welcoming, looking even more generously sized when bare.  They hung heavy on her chest.  As expected, each dusty pink nipple was punctuated with a black spiked barbell.  There was a matching piercing in her cute little belly button.

“Fuck.”  Upon realizing he was salivating, Piers swallowed hard.  He wondered if she felt his cock twitch against her.  “Fuck, Ann…  You’re so…”

Annais’s delicate hands wrapped around his wrists.  She guided his hands upwards, bringing them to her chest.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect…” he breathed.  His thumbs rubbed circles atop her nipples until they began to peak.  Subtly, Annais was grinding herself against him.  If she kept up, he was going to cum in his pants.

“I… I can’t wait any longer,” he choked.  “I’ve been so patient, waitin’ to see if this is what you really wanted…”

“I do,” Annais assured him. “I want you, Piers.”

“An’ I want you more’n anythin’, Annais.  God.  I fuckin’ want you.  All I want is you.”  He locked lips with her, threading his fingers in her hair.  “I want you forever,” he said against her lips.  “I don’ wanna lose you.  I don’ ever wanna lose you.”  

“You won’t,” she promised as his lips trailed across her collarbone.  “I’m here.”

“Do you love me?” he lifted his head to ask.  “Do you really love me?”

Annais nodded.

“I… I need to hear it, Annais.  Please…”

“Yes!”  She gripped his face.  “Yes, of course!  I love you, Piers.  I love you! More than anything in this entire world. I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you.  I’m yours. I’m yours and yours alone.”

Piers lowered her down to the mattress.

“I’m gonna ensure that you mean it,” he said.  “After tonight, you’re not gonna ever wanna leave me.”

He stripped away his tank and tossed it away.  He hurried with his belt buckle, then fly, before pulling his pants down and kicking them off the side of the bed.  Annais wanted to giggle at his skimpy magenta briefs, but what she saw beneath them stunned her.

“Oh my fucking God,” she gasped.  His cock was so big it was straining the fabric of his underwear, leaving absolutely nothing to her imagination.

“Go ahead, Ann,” he encouraged.  “It’s all for you, my love.”

“Jesus…  Piers,” she said, cautiously reaching out to touch as if it were going to bite.  It looked ridiculous on a body so thin.  Her finger hooked the waistband and she got a better look.  “How the hell did you hide this from me?  You wear them tiny shorts all the time and… and… Holy shit!”

He laughed.  “Promise I wasn’t tryin’ to.  Surprised it never woke ya up.”

“God, I wish it would’ve.”

Piers noticed her thighs were clamped tight together.  He took it upon himself to spread them apart.

“A-Ah, Piers…” she stammered when he lifted her skirt.  He traced the soaked panties.  She tried to close her legs.

“Don’t close those,” he warned, planting his palms on either thigh.  She grew increasingly flustered.

“Piers, I-I’m not a virgin either,” Annais confessed.  “But I haven’t been with many men…”

“That’s perfectly fine, Ann,” he said.  

“I-I… I don’t know if that’s… gonna fit in me…”

Piers hummed, rubbed his hands up her thighs to her hips.  Fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and drew them down.

“Just gotta make sure you’re warmed up.  Do you play with yourself?” he asked, smirking as his index finger traced her freshly exposed folds.

Looking away, she nodded.

“Don’t be ashamed, Ann… It’s natural.”  Two of his fingers entered her without warning, causing her to arch her back.  He pumped the fingers in and out of her.  She was already so, so wet.  “Have you ever touched yourself to me?”

Annais bit her lip, but didn’t give any indication of an answer.

“Come now, Annais, my love. I wanna know if I turn you on like you turn me on…”

His fingers withdrew from her to circle her clit, causing her hips to stir.

“I… I do…” Annais admitted. “Um… Marnie gave me this CD when we first met…”

Piers paused, cocking his head.  He felt his heart skip a beat.

“You’ve listened to my music?” he asked.

Annais bobbed her head. “I’m sorry if that’s weird…  Your music is so beautiful, but your voice is so sexy.  I’m too ashamed to do it on the phone.  But when I listen to you sing…”

Piers grinned from ear to ear and couldn’t stop himself from kissing her.

“That might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” he laughed, rubbing his nose against hers. “It’s definitely the sexiest. You’re so sweet.”

“Piers,” she whispered.

“Yes, Ann?”

“Let’s try.”

Piers unfastened and unzipped her skirt to pull it out of his way.  He took a moment to take in the beauty of her fully bared body before discarding his own briefs.  He picked his pants up, reaching inside for his wallet.

“I can’t fucking get over how big you are,” Annais said as he located a condom.  He saw her almost close her legs, but stop herself.  “I’m excited.”

“Well, sorry for keepin’ you waitin’ so long.”  His teeth tore open the packaging and he rolled it down his length while she watched with starry eyes.  “Had I known you needed me to make the first move, we could’ve been fuckin’ like Raboots for months.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “That just means we gotta make up for lost time.”

Laughing, his hands found her hips and he lined himself up.  “Here goes… Tell me if I’m hurtin’ ya.”

She nodded, and he pressed his tip inside of her.  She took a deep breath as he pushed forward.

“Ooh, fuck,” she muttered.  Her arms linked behind his back.  She buried her head into his shoulder.

Piers paused.  “Good?”

“Uh-huh.” Annais nodded. “Keep going.”

Piers continued to ease in, enjoying the tightness she offered.  It took a lot of restraint not to lose control and get rough with her, though he was beginning to believe she’d enjoy that.  Kinks were something that could be explored later.  Tonight, he was going to be simple.  He planned to take it gentle, to introduce their bodies to each other’s, and let her get used to him.  He heard a content sigh behind his ear.

“Perfect fit,” he cooed. He still wasn’t fully sheathed, but he didn’t expect to be.  He didn’t want this to be painful.  “Still good?”

“God, yeah,” Annais confirmed.  

Piers pulled out slowly, and pressed himself back in a bit faster than last time, but still experimentally slow.  Annais hooked her legs behind him.

“You’re not going to break me, Piers,” she coaxed.  “You can actually fuck me, y’know.”

He chuckled.  “So needy an’ commandin’ for someone who won’t lead.  You want me to be rougher with you?”

“Well, yeah,” she said. “I’ve always imagined you as more of a fast and sweaty rockstar sex kinda guy.  Also, you kinda promised to fuck me passionately…  So…”

This caused Piers to laugh aloud.

“You’re one strange girl, Annais,” he said.  “Not wrong, but what y’choose to be bold about amuses the hell outta me.”  He removed her arms from behind his neck and pinned them to the bed by her wrists.  “Remember that you asked for it when you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Piers didn’t give Annais a chance to quip back before he pulled out and slammed his hips against hers again, forcing himself a little deeper than last time.  She threw her head back, arced her back, and spat out his name.  He did this again, each time a bit harder, faster, and deeper than before.  He enjoyed the way her tits bounced with each thrust. Letting go of one wrist, he cupped one of her breasts and took the nipple into his mouth.  The tips of his tongue circled and stroked the bud before he began to suck it, all while continually ramming into her.  He mirrored this on the other side, earning moans from her.

“Fuck.  That’s what I wanna hear, Ann,” he growled, lifting his mouth away from her breast.  “Keep it up.  Get loud for me.”

Piers was a very auditory person, being a musician.  There was nothing more erotic than hearing his partner- their body, their voice, every little sound that fell from their lips.  The pleasure of hearing Annais moan for the first time stirred something inside of him.  He wanted more of that.  Hands landed on her hips again, and lifted them so he could fuck her deeper, so he could earn more of those noises from her.

“Oh, God,” she groaned.  Her hands had ended up behind his back again, and they were clawing at his skin.  “Piers!”

He smirked at the sound of his name, and how her cunt sounded so wet as he continued to pound it. He was going at her so hard that her mattress springs were creaking; the headboard was slamming the wall.  Everything just sounded so hot right now.  It took all he had not to cum.  He needed this to last just a bit longer.

“Louder,” Piers instructed. “Yell it.  Let Ballonlea hear who you belong to.”

“Fuck!  Piers!  Harder, Piers!”  Her volume increased; her pitch got higher.  She sounded a little breathless on top of it all.  “Piers, Piers, don’t stop!  Please!”

A hand left her hip and fisted her hair, earning another moan from her.  His own hair was a mess, falling out of its ponytail, and clinging to his sweaty skin.  He never imagined his first time with her being so sexy and sloppy.  Something light and playful is what he expected, something like how he had started out.  This was felt raunchier to him than some of the shit he’d done drunk with groupies.  He fucking loved it.  He fucking loved her.  He hated to cut her off, but he needed to kiss her.  He smashed his lips against hers, kissing her desperately while buried to the hilt inside of her.

“Piers,” she whispered against his lips when he eased off them.

“Ann…” he breathed back.

“Piers, I-I’m so close… May I cum?  Can we?”

Piers felt a shudder throughout his whole body at her asking for his permission.  If this is how she behaved in bed, he was really going to enjoy this dynamic.

“Fuck,” he groaned, about to cum himself.  “Yes. Yes, of course, love.  I’m nearly there too.”

Piers began to fuck her again, but a little more slowly than he had been up until this point.  After a few more sharp, well placed thrusts, he felt Annais constrict around him, moaning his name as she did.  This made him thrust once more, keeping his hips against hers and groaning into her neck as he came simultaneously.  He rocked his hips a bit as he rode out the final waves of pleasure.

Piers collapsed by her side. That was better than any dream or fantasy he had about her.  The only thing that would have made it perfect would be if he wasn’t wearing a condom, but it was far too early in the relationship for that kind of business. He slipped it off and tied it up. His eyes were getting heavy again, and he felt soft curls brush his chest.

“Piers,” Annais said. He cracked open an eye to see her laying against his chest, gazing up at him.

“Yes, Ann?”

He felt her lips peck his and brush his bangs away.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I’m sorry I called you a virgin,” she said.  “You are very obviously not.”

Piers snorted.  “It’s okay.  Sorry for not fuckin’ your brains out sooner, love.”

“Are you about to fall asleep?” she said.  He nodded. “Well, I’m going to take a shower.”

Piers nodded again. He waited, realizing she hadn’t moved at all.

“Was that you askin’ me to join you?” he asked, causing her to grin wide.  “Well, let’s go then.”