What Love Survived

The Morning After Everything Changed

The ride back to my apartment was a blur of frantic touches and stolen kisses. The passion was overwhelming. While John settled the fare, I managed to punch the security code into the panel, my hands shaking. We didn't walk upstairs—we ran. As soon as we crossed the threshold, I was pressed against the door, and John locked us in, his eyes never leaving mine.

We had only been making out for a minute when John's phone chimed. Then it rang. And kept on ringing. He groaned against my lips before pulling away to check the screen.

"What?" he snapped into the receiver.

"Hey! Dude, did you leave?"

"Yeah, you guys can find your own way back," John said, rubbing his face. "Just take Susan back to our place." He hung up without waiting for a reply.

John's hand was a warm weight in mine, his fingers finem as he led me toward the bedroom. At the sight of the bed, my feet felt like lead; I stopped short. John turned, his brows furrowed with concern.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"I....I've never-"

He didn't let me finish. John reached out, cupping my face in his palms before his lips crashed against mine, effectively silencing my nerves. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breath ragged.

"It's okay," he whispered. "We can stop if you want."

I shook my head, my voice finding its strength, "No, I want this. I just.... I don't know what to do."

John let his shirt fall to the floor before removing my top. Once he was out of his pants, I removed mine, leaving me in just my bra and panties while he stood in his boxers. Taking my hand, he led me toward the bed, the anticipation building with every step. At his request, I lay back in the center of the mattress. John climbed over me, his presence heavy and warm as he hovered close.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"Yes," I breathed.

His kisses were a blur of passion and tenderness, moving from my lips to the sensitive skin of my neck. As his hands reached my bra, he paused and looked into my eyes, silently asking. I nodded, giving him my silent consent. With my bra finally gone, he stood transfixed, whispering,

"You are so beautiful."

His left hand massaged one breast while his lips claimed the other, sending a rush of heat through me. He moved back and forth between them, his touch rhythmic and eager, before his lips began a slow descent down my stomach. Reaching the lace of my panties, he gripped the edge and met my eyes. I gave a small nod, and the hunger in his gaze intensified. With my panties discarded, he took his time spreading my legs, parting my folds before painting a long, tender lick that sent tremors across my skin. He buried his head between my thighs, hungry, devouring me as if it were his last meal on earth.

I arched my back, hands gripping the sheets and sounds I barely recognized broke from my throat. I was calling his name, my hips moving instinctively against his face, before I could stop myself. I grabbed his head, holding him in place, drawing in the pleasure. Suddenly, a tense, urgent pressure built up, forcing me to cry out,

"I need to pee."

"Let go for me." John whispered.

I let go, and it was as if an explosion erupted inside me. I was breathing in quick, shallow gasps, my skin flushed as John kissed the inside of my thighs. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses upward, lingering at my breast before his lips finally moved to my ear, whispering,

"Are you ready?"

My eyes locked with his, heavy with anticipation, and I nodded. I hadn't even realized he'd taken off his boxers, but now his weight shifted, and he was positioned perfectly at my entrance.

"Will it hurt?"

"Just for a moment."

He kept his gaze locked on mine, holding the intensity as he slowly began to enter. I gasped, the sudden pressure stealing my breath. He stopped immediately, waiting for me to adjust to him. When he pushed a little further, my fingers dug into the hard muscles of his shoulders.

"How are you doing?" he asked softly.

"Okay," I managed.

But as he drove deeper, a sharp cry escaped me. He froze, his eyes searching for mine. My breath came in ragged hitches, a lingering echo of pain I'd just endured. John reached out, his fingertips sweeping the damp strands of hair from my forehead. He pressed a kiss on my cheek, his voice a soft anchor:

"I love you. I love you so much."

Before I could answer, he claimed my lips again. As he began to move, a strange, electric hum radiated through me—a sensation entirely new. It was a heavy, grounding fullness that stretched through every fiber of my being, turning the initial ache into something warm and right. Before I knew it, I was moving my hips to match his rhythm. It was pleasure and excitement rolled into one overwhelming rush. A few moments later, that familiar pressure returned, and I let it out, crying out John's name. He joined me soon after, releasing inside of me. As he collapsed against me. I held him tight, kissing his shoulders, smiling into his skin.

John rolled over and lay next to me, panting. He looked at me.

"You ok? Did I hurt you?"

"No, I am fine," giving him a small smile. That was amazing."

He brushed my hair back and kissed my lips, holding my gaze.

"I'm staying." he said,

Leaving no room for argument.

"Susan can take my place for the night. But if she comes back here, you're coming home with me. I'm not leaving you alone."

Just then, my phone buzzed on the table. When I answered, Susan's voice chirped through the line.

"Hey! You ok?"

I glanced at John before answering. "I'm fine.

"Do you want me to come over, or should I just stay at Alec's?"

"Either way works," I said. "But if you come here, John wants me to head to his place instead."

"Got it. You stay put then; I'll head home with Alec. See you in the morning."

"Night," I murmured, and hung up.

I looked up at John, a slow smile spreading across my face.

"You'll be spending the night here after all," I noted.

He didn't answer with words at first, leaning in to kiss me again.

"I love kissing you," he whispered against my lips."

I pulled him closer. "I love kissing you too. I can't believe I actually did it."

John propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at me with a lazy, satisfied grin.

"You did," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. "And it was fantastic."

"I did not do anything. You did all the work. How did you learn how to do that?"

"What?"

"Well, what did you do before? When you were......you know."

"To be honest, I haven't done this with anyone before. I've only seen it in movies or read about it in books, but nothing compares to the real thing. You are my first and last."

I was lying in his arms, my head resting on his chest, and his hand caressing my arm.

"What made you want to do something like that with me?" I asked quietly.

"You have unlocked a part of me I never knew existed, and i live for the moments I can make you happy."

I placed my leg over his stomach, and then I felt his bulge.

"Same here. John, can you do me a favor?"

"Anything"

"Promise me you will never lie or cheat on me."

"I could never cheat on you. I will always tell you the absolute truth, even though it may hurt, John promised. I can see us spending the rest of our lives together."

"Really!" I looked up at him, with a smile. He reached down and gave me a small kiss on my lips.

"I want you to meet my family."

"You do? Are you sure?"

"I have never been sure of anything in my life. I have told them all about you. They can't wait to meet you."

"You think they will like me?"

"They will love you."

John held me in his arms all night. I had the best sleep ever!

The next morning, I woke up to see John looking at me. I went red in the face because I remembered what we did last night, and I was still naked. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful, he whispered, breaking my shyness with a kiss on the lips. I could get used to waking up to you like this."

"Good morning. I said shyly."

"I know what could make it a better morning, John whispered in my ear."

He hovered over me, kissing my face, neck and breast. When I felt his member at my entrance, I was so aroused and caught up in the moment that I arched my back, eager for him to continue. He thrust into me, stealing my breath, the heat of his body soothing the goosebumps on my skin. As his hips moved again, an electrifying wave of pleasure erupted through my veins. Moments later, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me, leaving me gasping for John's name. He soon followed, groaning and panting as he collapsed on top of me.

After regaining his composure, John looked at me.

"You are amazing. This is the best pleasure I have ever had," he said, and kissed me deeply.

I smiled. "Are you ready for breakfast?" I asked John. "Let me take a shower, and I will make us something to eat." Then I looked under the sheets and saw blood. I became embarrassed, and I felt like dropped to my feet, the lump in my throat was making it difficult to swallow. What am I going to do? How am I going to get up or explain to John that we made love when I was on my period?" I turned away and began to cry in shame.

"What's wrong?"

I can hear the fear in John's voice.

"Katie, please talk to me."

He turned me around to face him, but I kept my eyes closed—I just couldn't look at him.

"I'm so incredibly embarrassed, and the shame makes it impossible to face you. I completely understand if you never want to see me again after what happened."

"You are scaring me. What are you talking about?"

Through my sobs, I managed to get the words out. "My period came last night, or maybe this morning, and I did not realize it and we-we-."

I couldn't finish. John pulled me into his arms, kissed the top of my head, and whispered, "That isn't your period. This sometimes happens when you lose your virginity. Oh, my sweet, sweet Kay."

I looked at him with my tears still streaming down my face, and he wiped them away with his thumb.

"I love you so much, sweetheart. Go take a shower and I will change the sheets. Just tell me where to find them."

I pointed to the dresser on the left side of my room. After wrapping the top sheet around myself, I got out of bed and gasped upon noticing that John was standing there completely naked. My eyes were glued to his members as it slowly began to grow; my mouth widened in surprise. I did not realize John was walking towards me.

"Would you like to touch it?" he whispered to me.

I was speechless. He made me look up at him and our eyes met. He kissed me to break my trance. Then he took my hand and placed it on him. It was hard.

"Should we take a shower together?" He whispered softly to me.

I nodded. He removed the sheet and led me to the bathroom, washing every inch of my body before making love to me again. Once finished, I got dressed and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. John took this time to call Alec, inviting him and Susan to breakfast and asking for a change of clothes.

Alec and Susan arrived thirty minutes later for a prepared breakfast. Following a quick change by John, we all sat down to enjoy the meal. After breakfast, Susan pulled me aside, and said,

"I have to talk to you about Alec," and she gave me a wink.