We make a very pretty picture.
When I look up to see his face, James is intensely concentrated, a slight bead of sweat gathering at his brow as his thick, hard length plunges into me. He’s looking down at me, taking me all in as he uses me.
My pussy flutters and clenches around him as my orgasm builds. He is unrelenting in his pace, never giving me a break from the onslaught of pleasure. He’s everywhere, covering me, filling me. I squirm in his hold, desire spurring me on as I chase my relief. The dam bursts before I even know it’s coming, sneaking up on me and taking me under its thrall. I’m grateful James can hold my weight because I don’t think my legs work anymore as I’m completely overtaken.
I’m a shuddering, dripping, whimpering mess as he finishes inside me with a shout, his hold bruising. Every twitch of his cock sends new shocks of satisfaction through me as I drip the culmination of his efforts onto the bathroom floor.
James is efficient when he cleans me up and swoops me up into a towel, carrying me to his bed.
Laying here, in the bed that smells like him, with his comforting warmth surrounding me, I drift off, the events of today nothing more than a mere memory.
Chapter 19
James
Iwill never get tired of watching Stella sleep.
After yesterday, seeing her so distraught, it felt like getting my heart removed and tied to a crap ton of fireworks before getting set off by some irresponsible middle schoolers. She went entirely inside herself, blocking off anything that wasn’t for helping Hazel.
I don’t think she even knew she was walking to my apartment until I saw her come up the street, staring emptily at the sidewalk in the dimming evening light. Not one thought went through my head before I was at the door, calling her in, ready to give her whatever she needed.
She was incredible, taking what I gave her, giving me herself to hold and comfort and use. If I thought the first time was incredible, I don’t know how to describe last night.
I’m dying for a coffee, a bathroom break, to stretch my legs, but it would require me to leave this bed, to stop looking at her, and I would give up every unnecessary body part before I didthat. Instead, I hold her as close as I can, my thumb making small circles over the faint mark I left on her hipbone.
She stirs gently, sleep slowly releasing her from its soft embrace as her eyes flutter open to smile at me, still full of sleep.
“Mornin’, stud,” she says through a yawn, arching her back and stretching out her limbs. “You enjoying feeling my hip, huh?”
“I enjoy feeling all of you.” I love the way she looks annoyed at my affections, yet can’t hide the faint flush creeping up her neck. I love knowing how much I affect her, despite how deeply she loathes being affected.
I know, that’s some romantic shit right there.
Her plush lips are slightly swollen, and she wears my scruff marks on her neck like a badge of honour. I pet her hair, never one to ease into a topic.
“What are we doing here, sunshine?”
“I’m not sure,” she admits, her anxious eyes meeting mine.
“I can’t stay away from you.” I brush a few flyaways from her face. “I know I should.”
“We agreed.”
“We did.”
“I don’t want to stay away either,” she says, her admission quiet.
“It’s a terrible idea, sunshine.”
“It is.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“We’ll both get hurt.” The statement surprises me.
“No we won’t, sunshine.”
“People always hurt each other, James. It’s inevitable.”
