The noises he made were new to me; a man who groaned unapologetically like this in the bedroom was something I had never experienced. That shit was such a turn on, I fucked around and came a second time.
On everything, I swore I was about to pass out. I was breathing loudly as I tried to calm my racing heart. Finally, Buddha removed himself from between my legs. I looked at him as he stood up so he could take his sweatpants off, a satisfied smirk on his face, knowing he was able to make me cum twice. I frowned deeply at the sight of his dick.
Call me a chicken, but a bitch began to have second thoughts. I wasn’t sure that Buddha’s size was one I could accommodate.
“Buddha…” I began crawling away from him as he climbed back on the bed. I was shaking my head left and right, realizing that I wasn’t cut out for this.
“Na, it’s too fucking late for all that,” he said, grabbing my right ankle and dragging my ass down toward him.
“It won’t fit,” I argued, placing my palm on his stomach, trying to push him away. He slapped my hand and gave me a stern look.
“I’ll make it fit,” he said, pushing me down on the bed as he got ready to position himself. I was nervous and felt myself tense up. Sensing my extreme hesitation, Buddha stopped.
“Look at me, Dior,” I reluctantly lifted my eyes at the man who had me all in my feelings. The man that had me questioning my sanity, this man I hate to admit it, I started having feelings for. Reaching for my left hand, Buddha interlocked our fingers. Hoisting my hand above my head, pinning it to the pillow as he lowered himself against me.
My lips parted as I felt his tip at my opening. I tensed up again without meaning to.
“Don’t do that, don’t tense up. You need to relax for me,” he captured my mouth with his and kissed me. I wasn’t sure if I still had effects from all the alcohol I’d consumed earlier, but this kiss felt different somehow. Buddha’s kiss was tender and gentle, so much so that it took my mind off the way his girth stretched me out as he slowly glided inside of my body.
My left hand was still pinned above my head, and Buddha’s right hand cupped my breasts, as he toyed with my nipple. Our tongues entwined as he sank deeper and deeper into my tightness.
“See how perfect I fit when you relax for me,” he said, thrusting in and out slowly at first. He released my hand, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I urged him closer. Buryinghis face in the crook of my neck, Buddha sucked on my skin as his pace quickened.
“Oh my God,” I gasped when his waist made a circular motion, hitting a different spot.
“You feel so fucking good,” Buddha said, using the tip of his tongue to lick my earlobe. His thrusts picked up even more, and I made a face as my stomach protested; it began to cramp with pain. I closed my eyes, knowing that he wasn’t about to let up; I had to bear it.
“You feel so fucking good. You feel so fucking good…” he repeated before sinking his teeth into my shoulder. My body rocked violently, the top of my head hitting the headboard.
“Owww, Buddha,” I whimpered, wondering if sex turned him into some sort of cannibal, as his teeth sank further into my shoulder.
“Oh fuckkkkkkk,” he groaned, his waist jerked as he exploded inside of me. Jesus, I was all sorts of sore. Buddha kept his head buried in my neck as he slowly allowed his body to return to normal. Buddha rolled off me. His hair was disheveled, coming out of its bun, but he never looked more handsome to me.
Turning, he smiled before reaching over and pulling me closer to him. The way his arms kept me close to his body was weird, but I never felt so safe. I looked up at the man that I was once deathly scared of. His eyes closed as his breathing slowed and relaxed.
How did it go from me being terrified of this mothafucka to me allowing this man to fuck until I was numb? I enjoyed it so much, I was already ready for round two. Never mind that the inside of my pussy was throbbing and sore. Not being able to resist, I reached my hand up and gently brushed an unruly curl away from Buddha’s forehead.
My action made him open his eyes and look down at me. “If you’re not sleeping, it means I didn’t do my job.” Buddha’s words made me laugh softly because that was the furthest thing from the truth.
“You definitely did your job,” I reassured him, reaching up so I could press a gentle kiss on his lips. My gesture made him pause and just look at me. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he held back.
“Don’t married people go on a honeymoon?” I teased him, toying with the hair on his chin. He got a thoughtful look on his face as he contemplated what I asked.
“I have an upcoming trip to Italy with my father and Francesco. You can come keep me company,” I froze at what he said because I was actually joking, but he seemed serious.
“Wait, what? Are you for real?”
“Why would I be joking?” Buddha asked, with a genuinely confused look on his face.
“Italy? Really? I’ve always wanted to go there, Buddha,” I had to try my best to contain my excitement. “Wait, what about clothes? Can I get my own clothes? Or do I still have to wear Sofia’s?”
“My father gave me the day off tomorrow. I’ll take you to pick some stuff out,” Buddha said, rubbing my side up and down. I moved in closer, snuggling up to him. All of a sudden, I wanted to live in his skin.
Another thought crept into my head. I curled my lips in as I wondered if I should ask this question. This question could change the mood between us really quickly. I began running my fingertips over the tattoos on his arm.
“Umm, what about my phone? Do you think you trust me enough to let me have it back?” My question was asked so softly that it was barely audible, but Buddha heard me. Turning hishead, he gave me a blank stare, and I held my breath. I just knew we were about to have an argument.
“You have to show me that I can trust you, Dior. I’m not there yet,” he answered and then closed his eyes in a dismissive way.
