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He finally moved and stepped to the side of my bed as he continued to watch me. He reached for me, grazing his fingertips along my arm and up to my neck. My breathing was slow but my heart was beating fast in my chest. His hand wrapped around my throat and his fingers tightened as he leaned in closer. It was silent around us, and if I listened closely, I could almost hear him breathing under the mask.
His beak was right in front of my face and I admired its length while his fingers tightened around my neck. I lifted my hand and placed it on the leather, tracing the laces along the sides of it. “You always come back,” I whispered, looking up at him. I could feel his eyes under the mask looking into mine. Mydesire to find out who was under that mask grew every time he appeared. Then again, not knowing who he really was sounded just as exciting. I didn’t want to ruin this for me. Deep down, I wanted him to keep coming to me in my sleep.
He nodded in agreement. He did always come back to me. I couldn’t hide a smile as I moved my hand further up his beak, resting it at the very top before cupping the side of his head. There was something so tender about him. He never came to hurt me. He came to show me how I should’ve been treated all along.
I let him pull away the covers and eye my body before he moved onto the bed and reached for the hem of my shirt with both hands. Without having to instruct me, I lifted my arms and let him take off my shirt. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and I smiled knowing how much he loved to play with my tits. I loved how his gloves felt on my skin but I wished I could feel his hands on me without anything between us.
My shorts and panties were next, and once I was lying naked on the bed, he pushed apart my legs to kneel between them. His hands rested on my thighs before he moved them up to my hips where he let them linger for a while before he finally cupped my tits. He played with them, squeezed them, and pinched my nipples. I moaned and arched my back, needing to feel more.
He took his time, but after a while, he moved off the bed, leaving me flustered and frustrated. “No, please…come back.”
He held out his hand and I slid mine into his immediately, letting him pull me up to stand in front of him. I looked up and studied his mask, lifting my hands to his chest, needing to touch him. “Please don’t go.”
It wasn’t him who spoke, but I swore I could hear someone say, “I’m not leaving you.”
He brushed his hands along the sides of my body, then cupped my ass and pressed me against him. His hardness was pressing against my stomach. I wanted to touch him, and so I put both my hands on his length above the cape to rub him. I had to bite back a smile at his size. He was big. Too big for his own good.
He titled his head back in pleasure as I continued to stroke his dick. He was enjoying his, and while he was getting harder, the heat between my legs grew. He squeezed my ass with both hands, then moved one between us to cup my pussy. He pressed his palm against my clit, then slid his fingers through my slit before circling them around my entrance.
I looked back up and gave him a nod, encouraging him to go on, and without hesitation, he slid two fingers inside. This wasn’t the first time he did this, but it was the first time I felt like being in control somehow. I circled my hips, then pushed them forward to take his fingers deeper into me. I moaned again and rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes to enjoy every second of this. I could wake up any minute, and he could be gone in seconds. But I tried my hardest not to let that happen.
He moved his fingers in and out of me and rubbed my clit with his thumb until my legs started shaking, and as they gave out, I held on to his arms to steady myself. Then, out of nowhere, he pulled his fingers out and stepped away. I opened my eyes and stared up at him. “No, please. Stay,” I begged. But he wouldn’t listen. He kept walking backward and I went after him, but he was already gone before I could reach him.
“Stay,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes as I longed for him. “I need you.”
***
Wilson invited me over for dinner almost every night, and spending time with him and Delilah helped with my mentalhealth. I wasn’t alone anymore, and thanks to them, I was slowly getting back out there. I was applying to jobs, and I’ve already had two interviews I was soon hearing back from. Wilson helped me with the application, and he had been the one telling me about those jobs in the first place. He was a cook at a somewhat fancy restaurant. I found that out after asking him about his cooking skills the third night he invited me over for dinner. He loved his job, and because he only worked from morning to mid-afternoon, he always had time to cook for himself at home at night.
Tonight, he had invited me once again. Delilah wasn’t around, and while I always enjoyed her presence, I was glad I got to spend time alone with Wilson. I knew there was something growing between us. He made me happy and brought me so much joy, and my heart always bloomed whenever he was near.
Without Delilah around, Wilson was more nervous. He still made jokes about little things that made me laugh but he was way sweeter than usual. He asked if I needed more water every five minutes, and he repeated questions, like how I was feeling and if I needed to talk. I promised him that everything was perfect, and that I loved spending time with him alone.
At dinner, he kept placing his hand on my thigh and smiling at me. He was so handsome, and I couldn’t stop staring at him whenever he looked away. I helped him with the dishes afterwards, and because it had gotten late, I was already leaving to go back to my apartment. He didn’t ask me if I wanted to stay over for the night but I knew he had intended to. He had to work again in the morning, and I didn’t want to keep him up.
I smiled up at him as we reached my apartment door. He always walked me home, even if I lived right across the hall. It was a small yet very sweet gesture. “Thank you for tonight.”
“No need to thank me.” He reached for my hands and squeezed them gently before pulling them up to his lips andkissing my fingers. His eyes were locked on mine, and my smile grew as my heart pounded in my chest. “I’d love to see you again tomorrow night,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
“I’d love to see you again too,” I replied, feeling my cheeks heating up.
His smile turned into a smirk, curling at the corners of his lips. He let go of my hands and stepped closer, then he cupped my face and leaned in. I knew what was coming next, and I had no intention of stopping him. His mouth claimed mine and I placed my hands to his chest. His heart was pounding just as hard, and I smiled as the thought of us falling in love kicked in. As good as it felt, there was one problem coming with it that I couldn’t solve. I was falling in love with Wilson but I couldn’t get The Beak out of my head.
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HADLEY
The kiss turned into something more. We couldn’t stop, and without thinking about it, Wilson brought me back to his apartment where he sat down on the couch and pulled me onto his lap while never breaking the kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed against him, already feeling his hardness beneath me. His hands were on my ass, squeezing gently as he leaned back.
“Is this okay?” he asked into the kiss, and I quickly nodded.
“It’s more than okay.” I knew he was worried about my past with Ricky. I had opened up about my intimacy with Ricky and how it always had been one-sided, and so him now asking me if what we were doing was okay helped me handle my emotions better. I wanted this. I wanted Wilson. He made me feel good but most of all, he made me feel protected. Even though he had no clue about The Beak coming into my apartment and murdering Ricky, I could sense his need to protect me.
I stopped thinking about my past with Ricky and banned The Beak from my mind for tonight. This was about Wilson and me, and I wanted to enjoy every second of it.
“God, you feel so fucking good.” He broke the kiss to look at me, and the lust in his eyes was just as intense as my own. “So damn pretty,” he whispered as his eyes wandered all over my face before they paused at my lips. He kissed me again, using his tongue to deepen the kiss.
