A moth to a flame: Juice and Dita

He pulled her leg, forcing her to sit straddled on top of him. A tear fell from his eye.

"Really?"

Dita leaned in, kissing his tears away, "I wouldn't lie to you...I couldn't."

Overcome, he kissed her deeply, letting her hands trail wherever they pleased, His heart pounded in his chest.

Dita laid back down on her back, silently asking him to control her.

Hovering above her, Juice ran his hands over her dress, lingering on her breasts, nipping at one through the material. He teased her lips, sucking them into his mouth one at a time and nipping before releasing then.

Dita closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her. Shyly, she pushed off her dress, leaving her in her undergarments. She slowly kissed him back.

He rubbed himself along the length of her body, loving the smoothness of her skin. Again she smelled of pears,"You smell so good." he breathed. He pinned her wrists and nipped her neck.

Dita moaned, feeling a shiver go through her body as she felt his lips trailing her body.

Gently, he trailed his fingers up her thigh and across her underwear, feeling the heat just beneath the fabric. Inwardly he groaned. He WANTED her.

Dita kissed him gently, encouragingly. "I'm yours."

At fist, he slid his fingers into her. Letting the m explore her. Enjoying the sight of her writhing under his touch, but just before she would have found her release, he stopped and let her lay panting for a few minutes. Finally, he plunged into her.

Dita moaned from surprise, as she leaned up to kiss him, "Please...be gentle." She didn't have the chance to warn him thar she was still a virgin.

Instantly, he stopped, realizing how tense she had become and reading the emotions in her eyes, "You're a virgin?"

He moved so slowly he wasn't sure he was moving, allowing her to stretch and get used to the feeling of him inside of her.

She nodded, looking into his eyes. "I saved myself for the person I love...for you."

Her word broke his restraint. still trying to be gentle he picked up the pace, rubbing his pelvis hard against hers to give her friction. his hands roamed teasingly over her breasts, lightly pinching and tugging at her nipples.

Dita shivered; moaning as he took her closer to the edge. She sat up on her elbows so she could capture his lips again.

Her lips on his was enough to push hime over the edge, taking her with him.

She shivered against him, holding on to him as she tried catching her breath.

He lazily drew citcles on her back, "It's like I wasn't complete until this moment."

Dita kissed his shoulder tenderly as she began relaxing under his touch, "You are so different from everyone else."

He couldn't bare the thought of her not being here with him. The thought was crazy and he knew it.

"Move in with.me.,"

Dita looked at him in surprise, "J...what about my parents? Your mom? I mean, we just met..." Her green eyes sparkled. She wanted to say yes, but knew this was unconventional. "What about rent? I mean...I'm barely making enough for myself to live on.."

" I make enough to cover rent. I'll introduce you to my mom. I can't stand it if you're not here," he begged.

Dita smiled, her defense weakening, "I don't even know what you do...all I know is that you paint, like Monet, play football, and that I'm falling for you at a crazy scary pace."

He held her hand,"I'm a fitefighter. Say yes."