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Bea
We made love twice more and I got the chance to explore every nook and cranny of his taut, gorgeous body, every line of the tattoos covering his chest and arms, got to feel every inch of his velvety cock in my hands, in my mouth and inside me.
My skin is still throbbing from all his kisses and caresses too.
We’re spent, the night outside my window is deep and silent now, the breeze refreshing. For the first time in a very, very long time, I do not care what lurks out there, could be a hundred stalkers watching me and I’d still feel no fear. Because I’m in his arms, safe, exactly where I was meant to be. In this place, nothing can touch me, nothing can harm me.
I’m sleepy and he is too. But I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want this night to end.
“You know you’re the first boy I ever had in this bedroom,” I say softly.
He chuckles, the sound tickling my cheek as it reverberated through his chest. “A fine woman like you, I don’t believe it.”
“I wasn’t very popular in school,” I say. “The only guy I dated in high school claimed a huge, masked man broke into his house and stood over him as he slept. And once he woke he choked him, while warning him never to speak to me again.”
“So how in the hell did no one believe you that you were being stalked?” he asks with the same indignation I always wished people would feel when this subject comes up.
“The family called the cops, but there was zero evidence that anyone had broken into their house, let alone done what the guy was claiming happened,” I say. “He was ridiculed something awful, people were making fun of him for calling the cops because of a bad dream. So he turned it around on me, telling everyone I was crazy. By that time I kind of was. My fears of being watched started a couple of months before that incident and after that, they just soared to a whole new level.”
He wraps me tighter in his arms and kisses the top of my head. “That’s a terrible story. But don’t worry, you’re safe now. And if anyone tries to scare me away from you, they’ll wish they hadn’t.”
There is not even a shred of doubt in his voice as he says it. So there’s none in mine either. Almost. Because every nice thing, every good thing that’s ever happened to me, always went horribly wrong before it could truly blossom. I have no reason to believe it will be any different now. But I do believe it.
