Blair arches her back and tilts her head as her lips part. She cries out as the second orgasm locks her pussy around my cock.
I can’t bear it. I can’t control myself.
I thrust into her and explode inside her, my entire body convulsing with pleasure as I press myself as close to her as I possibly can.
I lay over her for ages, catching my breath, not ready to pull out yet.
When she wiggles slightly beneath me, I roll, pulling her with me, so that she’s lying on my chest.
Her hair spills in silken waves over me as she rests her cheek against my chest, breathing softly.
“That was incredible,” I whisper.
“It was so much more than I imagined it would be,” she whispers back. “My whole body is so relaxed I could fall asleep right now,” she giggles.
“I won’t move. I’ll play with you,” I tell her.
I watch her as her eyes drift shut and her breathing deepens. She’s fast asleep on me as I brush my fingers through her hair, in awe of what it feels like being with her.
I’ve had plenty of girls in my past. I won’t deny that. But I’ve never experienced a connection like this before. Not even with the girl I thought I loved, the girl Jaco stole from me. Even that doesn’t come close to what I experienced with Blair.
My cock pulses at the thought of being with her again. But it’s not just physical. It makes my stomach flutter and my heart throb to think about it. She is indescribably beautiful. She is delicate and precious and perfect in every way.
I drift off to sleep with her still lying on me.
It’s dark when she moves, waking me.
She lifts her head and mumbles sleepily.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep,” She whispers.
I chuckle and wrap my arms tighter around her. “I was sleeping too. Are you hungry?”
“Mm, actually yes!” she says, more awake now. “Should I go and see what’s for dinner?”
“No, don’t you dare leave this bed. I’ll go and see what the chef made and bring it up here. We can have dinner in bed,” I tell her, determined not to let her slip out of my bed tonight. I want her sleeping next to me all night.
I climb out of bed and tug on a pair of sweatpants before heading to the kitchen.
While I dish up the cream mushroom and bacon pasta, my thoughts drift.
I did extensive research into Blair when I was stalking her. I wonder why nothing came up hinting at whatever it is in her past that she’s so afraid of. What happened? Did someone hurt her?
It bothers me that I don’t know, but I can’t ask her outright. I hope that one day, when she’s ready, she will tell me. At least I understand her behavior now. I understand that certain things might be uncomfortable for her.
But I’m incredibly relieved that I am not one of those things that makes her uncomfortable.
A grin spreads over my face as images of her moving seductively beneath me flash through my memory.
Blair is sitting up in bed when I walk back into the room. She is beneath the covers, the duvet pulled up over her. It makes me smile to see her so comfortable in my bed.
“You look cozy,” I grin.
“I’m so relaxed,” she giggles.
I set a plate of food down on the nightstand for her and climb in next to her, reaching out to pull her closer to me on the massive bed. She giggles again, and her cheeks turn pink.
“The food smells amazing. Goodness, I can’t remember when last I was this hungry,” she says.
