AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The sound is my own voice, disbelieving at first, then ecstatic. And finally, sobbing.
Sobbing with a lifetime of hurt and pain that this man has drawn from me in the best possible way.
Healing a huge part of me as I feel wave after wave of my climax wash over me.
The sobbing turns to moaning, and, finally, a crescendo of an extended climax. This time filled only with the newest and safest feeling.
The best feeling.
Steve Carter. The man himself.
I shiver and shake with aftershocks, delighting him with more of what I know he’s already decided is his. He’s hooked, and so am I.
We both belong to each other now somehow, and not just for tonight or the next half hour.
But somehow, he’s staked his claim, and it’s eternal.
With a shivering breath, I finally collapse, my legs falling from his huge body like doll parts as he moves up over me. Pressing his mouth over mine so I can taste myself mixed with him.
Smell my own essence mixed with his.
He’s semi-dressed, with his shirt off, and I can feel his body's stiff peaks and valleys long before I open my dreamy eyes again, almost afraid to in case I wake up from this dream.
With no effort, he gently yanks me closer to him, pulling me by the legs but making sure to keep them open.
His huge hand strokes my cheek, and I focus on his jet-black eyes, shining with so many emotions.
“You were saying?” he asks me casually, cocking a brow and making me gasp when I feel the heat of his naked arousal pressing into my thigh.
A thick film of his own heat letting me know he’s more than ready to continue after just storming the beaches.
I watch my tiny fingers trace through his hair, tiny compared to his face, and I try to hold his intense gaze. But I look past him.
Nows as good a time as any….
“I’ve never been with anyone before, Steve,” I croak, trying hard to swallow. Still unable to look him in the eye.
He sighs like he’s just heard the best news of his life. But I need to tell him everything.
I have to.
“And some guy handed back your wallet,” I confess, forcing myself to be frank enough to tell him the truth to his face.
His relieved look shifts to confusion, and he knits his brow.
“My wallet?” he asks, “I thought it was….”
“It was,” I interrupt, suddenly feeling both my hands flat on his chest, hoping this isn’t going to be the one thing that ruins everything between us.
“I didn’t give it to you right away b-because…,” I stammer, but his smile tells me I’m in no trouble.
“Because you wanted me all to yourself, even just for a while?” he observes, nailing my motives like a seasoned detective.
“You’re not mad?” I ask, looking up at him, feeling the thrill of our future returning to me.
“I already told you, Holly. When I’m with you, I couldn’t care lesswhoI’m supposed to be. But thanks for telling me,” he rasps, kissing me again.
Making all my worry and guilt seem so silly.
