It's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

Her smile was adorable and he couldn’t believe it. She was sexy, beautiful, smart and now adorable. Did women like this really exist? It had thought only in movies they did but here she was before him, a real person with all the qualities a man could only hope for. He was just clueless, she could give him all the signs in the world but he still didn’t get it unless he asked and got verbal confirmation. When she said yes however he felt relived, as if he had expected a no for some reason and it showed on his face. He didn’t think she was an animal at all, he just felt he was the one being the hesitant boring man.

He gently touched her face with one of his hands and leaned in, pressing his mouth carefully against her lips, still being proper as always even with a kiss. He enjoyed it, he enjoyed it greatly, he couldn’t remember the last time he kissed a woman…or even who that woman was, but it didn’t matter, only she mattered. He was just planning on giving her a soft kiss, not too long but not too short, enough for them to both enjoy. But as she got more passionate he got carried away as well and returned the passion eagerly, leaning in more.

The passion surprised him. He had assumed this would be a sweet, short first real kiss…but not like he hated the passion, just he was taken aback by it. Did she really like him that much? Wow, he really didn’t know anything, did he? Her mouth felt cool against his and normally he would question why, he hadn’t really realized before she felt cooler than a normal human but then again he had barely touched her too even notice before. He felt her smile against his mouth which made him smile in return and that smile remained when she leaned back to look at him.

“Wow” He said with a soft chuckle, stroking her face with his thumb before trailing his fingers down her neck…and then removing his hand. He thought that was it, kiss and done, and was ready to sit back and let her regain her personal space…when she unbuttoned the button on his shirt. He froze glancing down then slowly looked back up to her and swallowed. Did he want to sleep with her? Of course he did! But should they? Was that respectful after the time they’ve known each other? Why was he even bothering thinking about this when she obviously was asking for it? “Are you sure? Not that I don’t want too, I do, trust me I do but I just…I want to make sure I respect you”

When she blushed he felt warmth in him. She was…breathtaking, every single thing she did or said he adored. He swore there was nothing the woman could do that he would hate or be turned off by, she was perfect and here he was being a goober. Any normal man would have jumped her a long time ago, or at least be taking this opportunity hungrily. What man in their right mind kept proper and behaved when a woman was all but throwing herself at him and silently begging him to touch and kiss her? Apparently he did and if he had been in a movie people would have been yelling at him from their seats to do something! But he just was the ultimate gentleman and he wanted to make sure she didn’t feel she had to do anything because she thought he wanted it.

“And I very much like you” So why wasn’t he kissing and touching her and letting her take off his clothes? God he was an idiot. He returned the kiss, savoring the taste of her lips. He then gave her a look like she was crazy to say such a thing “I want you” He told her, his expression dead serious “I just, want to make sure nothing I’m doing is making you feel pressured” It may have been a silly thought to others, the man exuded absolutely zero pressure of anything with his calm demeanor, but he was a worry wart with women and just wanted to make sure she wanted this a hundred percent on her own. He touched her arm, trailing his hand down form her shoulder to her elbow “But I do want you”

Well, when she laid it all out on the table like that…suddenly, finally, it was obvious she had been setting him up for this all along. He had just thought this was going to be a nice dinner and just happened to turn paths to be more…passionate, but now it was clear the moment she invited him to dinner she had been expecting all of this and planned it meticulously. But it was true, if he had been trying to do what she was right now, he’d probably get a slap in the face and be called a lustful pig. But her doing it? It was...well, hot.

“It’s…a very good dress” Was all he managed to say, chuckling some but it was a distracted laughter. He looked at his hand on her side than back to her. Slowly he began sliding his hand up and down her side and than shook his head “No…I don’t want to go to the library.” He murmured before closing the gap between their lips and kissed her again.

He could tell she knew what she was doing…which scared him shitless, because he didn’t know what he was doing. The last time he had been with a woman was…he had no idea. He couldn’t remember his last relationship. He couldn’t remember ever a woman he loved or had dated. Nothing. To be ever so frank, he wasn’t even sure if he had had sex before. Something told him he had but, he couldn’t remember ever having sex with a woman. Oh God…he was going to screw this up so badly. He probably wouldn’t get past his shirt being removed before she’d realize he was absolutely naïve about what to do with a woman and kicked his ass out. Why did these things always happen to him?

He watched her face as she undid the last button of his shirt. He shivered as her bare hands touched his chest and he wondered what he should be doing himself, he knew he should be doing something in return to her but…he was hypnotized in watching her, feeling like he was standing at the end of a pier just waiting every second with baited breath for a sudden drop. It sounded frightening but to him it was a glorious feeling. Then she was unbuttoning his pants and he swore he had a mild heart attack. He had to do something other than sit there…he had too. So he began playing with the hem of her dress, beginning to slide his fingertips up…then stopped. What if she didn’t want him to touch anywhere near her…you know where. But where else did he touch? God he felt like a stupid little boy!

Being in a room asking a patients questions was far, far easier and different then having a beautiful woman unclothing you. He could handle work without a hitch, he was being paid to be direct and communicate…but this was entirely different, if he messed up he’d ruin every chance of being with her. She didn’t want him to stop? Well, alright. He did better knowing it was alright to touch her in return and she didn’t seem to mind where the touching happened. He slid his fingers back under the hem of her dress and slowly brought them up her thighs, bringing the dress along with. “Yes” He spoke truthfully, because she made him very nervous and it was obvious so why lie?

When she took his hands he froze, thinking she had changed her mind in him touching her but then smiled when she pulled him up and followed her to her bedroom. He didn’t think being in her bedroom would make him more comfortable, it in fact made it far more real. He had to clear his head and get with the program, he was sure she would not have patience forever. When she backed up against him he about died, and felt a tightness in his pants that made him even more hyper aware of her body as she guided his hands over her chest. He nodded almost robotically to her request and took ahold of the zipper and slowly slid it down, staring at the skin as it became revealed and he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder, the zipper coming to an end and he released it, sliding his arms around her body.

His heart stopped, he swore it did. To see that very, very nice looking lingerie on her…it was a miracle his tongue didn’t roll out and his foot thumb against the ground like a possessed rabbit. When she turned he looked her over and the expression on his face was as if he was seeing an angel “You’re so beautiful” He said breathless, looking up from her body to her face “How can you be so beautiful?” he chuckled a bit in disbelief, touching her arms then her sides as she un did his pants and pulled them down. He let his hands explore over her body, then jerked when she grabbed him and he groaned. He was standing at practically full attention, just simply with her standing before him like this and they hadn’t even started. If she didn’t think he wanted her before, now it was obvious.

He waited as she got on the bed, allowing himself to admire her for a few moments with a smile before getting on the bed and moving above her, his lips finding hers to give her a gentle but consuming kiss. He carefully pressed his body against hers, enjoying the cooler temperature she seemed to possess. One of his hands sunk into her hair as they kissed before he broke it and kissed her cheek then along her jawline and to her neck, finally starting to calm his nerves and get more comfortable in being with her and not feeling like a stupid boy.

To him, this was rather like not riding a bike for a very long time. When you tried after several years you remembered, but you were a little rusty until you got back into the swing of it. He had been nervous and fumbling before, but the more things progressed the more he seemed to remember what to do and how to do it properly. Everything he did she responded wonderfully to it, which only gave him more confidence. She was enjoying what he was doing, she didn’t seem bored or impatient at all. He was doing fine and he just had to keep reminding himself of that. He was doing just fine. She liked it. He didn’t need to think and behave like a nervous boy.

He groaned when he hand touched him again, shuddering in reaction. He kept kissing her neck then down to her collarbone, taking his time to kiss every soft piece of flesh he could reach. His heart beat grew louder and louder, his body getting warmer every second that passed and his manhood grew to full attention when her hand passed the border of his boxers and touched him freely. He was still trying to be a gentleman even through this all…but it was hanging by a thread. He was starting to get to the point he just wanted to ravage her, but he wanted to take this slow and make it memorable and last as long as possible.

When he heard the phone…well, to be honest at first he was too wrapped up to bother to hear a phone, not until he stole her attention did he raise his head and heard it. He had expected her to ignore it, but frown and moved aside when she got up to answer it. Well…this sucked. He sat their quietly, feeling a little awkward and listened to her on the phone. Who was on the phone? He knew he shouldn’t be listening in but, he was curious.

Maybe another male would have been insulted by the fact she was guiding him, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t the type of macho man that thought he knew everything about a woman’s body and what to do…very much the opposite. If France had a certain way she liked things or wanted to correct him in what he was doing, he welcomed it, for he wanted to please her and not try to fumble about thinking he knew everything. Because frankly he knew close to nothing. He was hesitant at first when she led his hand under her underwear, but only for the briefest moment before he began gently stroking her….and then the damned phone rang.

He shook his head “It’s fine” His voice was deeper and more hoarse, because his body was dying to continue what they had started. He wanted to ask who had called, but thought that impolite for it wasn’t any of his business who had been on the phone with her. If she wanted to tell him she would, but since she didn’t bring it up he wasn’t going to ask. He was curious, but there were far more important things to do at the moment. When she went right back at it he grinned and chuckled some, but went right back at it as well. When the bra came off…he swallowed hard and stared at her chest, feeling even more excitement. He kept staring and staring until he finally slide his hands up to cup her breasts, leaning forward to kiss her then trail kissed down to her chest as his hands slid down to rest at her hips.

He shook his head, his head just dumb seeing her without a bra “Like…is not the word” He managed to choke out the words before becoming preoccupied kissing her skin and tasting the flesh of her breasts. His hands gripped her hips tighter, his body ancy and tense with anticipation but he still forced himself to take it slow. He was letting her decide the pace, what she was comfortable and how fast she wanted things to be. He wasn’t preoccupied with wanting to just have himself be satisfied, he wanted her to be satisfied and if she was then he would be more than pleased. However when her underwear came off, his body was pretty much telling him fuck you at this point. He nodded quickly, wanting her right then and there himself.

He didn’t care if she was dominant, he thought it was extraordinarily sexy for her to take charge and not leave it all up to him. He sucked in a sharp breath when she grasped him than groaned as he was led into her, his hips bucking up without his permission. Oh…good God what a glorious feeling and he let his hands stay still on her hips, just enjoying the feeling of her around his manhood for a few blissful moments before his hands encircled her body and brought her close against him, returning the passion of the kiss and moving his hips slightly against hers because keeping them still was not an option now.

That one single little word did far too much to him to even comprehend. It made him buck again and move his hips faster against her, like a switch had just been turned on. Thinking was over, he had no more brain left to think, it was just cottage cheese sloshing about in his head now. He had wanted to remain a gentleman and think things through and be precise like he was with everything else, but apparently sex did not give him such an option. All planning out steps like he usually did was gone, all he could do was move from whatever sexual instinct was functioning him now, he was pretty sure he had no self-control what’s so ever.

After a few moments he matched his thrusts well with hers so they were in tuned, his head going from her lips to her shoulder. He kissed her skin everywhere he could reach before he buried his face into her neck and fully succumbed to the feelings of their bodies rubbing and moving against each other. His hands stayed wrapped around her, his fingertips gripping and pulling at her skin.

He started to breath heavy, grunting practically with every thrust. He kept his face buried in her neck for quite some time before he leaned back to gaze at her, wanting to watch her body and face and became memorized in doing so. She was…amazing and he watched her like a goddess. If he had been any more aware, he would have noticed that he began to sweat but she wasn’t and her breathing wasn’t deep and breathless like a human’s would be in such a situation, but did he give a damn to notice these little details? Course not.

Soon his body became more desperate. He wanted more, urged to go faster as the pleasure built and grew anxious within him. Stop? He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop until his body could literally not move an inch any longer, but as long as it could, he would keep going. He slid his hands back to grab her hips and flipped them so she was pressed back against the bed and him above her and began moving faster and more furious. He had wanted to be gentle and loving and romantic for their first time…but apparently his body had a way different agenda. He was a poor man who hadn't had sex in ages. His body refused to take it slow this time around.