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It felt like we were meant to be together, our bodies fit like a puzzle, and for the first time in my life, I felt seen, whole, and understood, and it scared the hell out of me. Being vulnerable didn’t scare me. It was the forgone conclusion that this was temporary that panicked me. I pulled his cock hard, leading him to me. Warwick lowered me to the bed and shoved my legs open with his knee. I gasped and bit my lip as the tip of his cock pushed into me. He entered me roughly; his shaft filling me. Warwick grunted as he moved, and for a second, I knew, beyond a doubt, that he was feeling the same way I was. It felt like we were meant to be here, together, and that nothing could keep us apart.
Warwick grabbed my legs and pulled them wider. His shaft filled me completely, and his balls slapped against me as he gyrated into me. I arched my back and tightened my muscles against him, silently begging him to stay with me—be with me forever.
Warwick’s strong arms pulled me against him, our chests pressed together. His muscular pecs rubbed on my nipples, sending me into even greater arousal. I ground my hips into him and immediately felt my entire insides tingle with the beginnings of an orgasm. I matched his rhythm as he thrust himself deep inside me. My crotch felt filled with hot electricity, and my wetness seeped from me as he massaged me to a screaming climax.
I wailed and bucked underneath him as I came, my eyes closed, lost in a world that only had room for him and me together in union. Warwick’s grunts became guttural moans and low-pitched wails as he moved, and his thrusts became frenzied. I felt his cock pulsate, and he howled. I pulled my muscles tightly around his shaft as his seed released deep inside my wet folds.
My arms clamped around his back and his around mine as we came in unison. My screams overtook the room, and my pleasure was so great I felt my hands claw frantically at his back.
“Oh, Anthony,” I growled as the pleasure engulfed me.
Only at the very end of our orgasm did Warwick and I slow down. His cock remained erect, despite the massive release, and when each of us was finally spent, he collapsed gently onto me, his cock still buried inside me. I felt his heart pounding against mine as we lay panting on the soft bed.
Warwick buried his nose in my neck, and I sighed. We were one day closer to being apart.
“Do you want something to eat?” Warwick asked me after our breathing had returned to normal.
Eating was the last thing I felt like doing, but I knew I had to be strong and keep up appearances. It was my fault we were in this mess, and I had to find the courage to get through it.
“Sure,” I said brightly, though my voice sounded hollow.
“I’ll barbecue some burgers or something?” Warwick offered awkwardly.
I don’t care.I just want you to tell me we can be together—that you don’t care about the danger or our families or anything.
But I knew that wasn’t going to happen. What kind of a life was it where we lived in hiding or in fear because of our familial circumstances? He had already overcome and gotten away from his, but I had yet to do the same.
Maybe someday I’ll be free of the family name and stigma.Maybe then we can be together.
“That sounds good,” I said and forced myself to smile.“I’m just going to freshen up.”
Once Warwick was in the backyard, I devised a quick plan. I had to get ahold of my parents. I knew my mom was probably worried sick about me. She already had health issues, most of them stemming from stress and her lifestyle with my dad. I feared this would put her over the edge if it hadn’t already.
I grabbed the disposable phone Warwick gave me and dialed her cell number before I chickened out. She answered on the second ring.
“Hello?” she said. Her voice sounded weary, but the comfort in just hearing it was more than I could stand. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I felt the first tears roll down my cheeks.
“Hello?” she repeated, this time more firmly.
“Hi, Mommy,” I said. I never called her Mommy anymore, but my relief in hearing her voice was more than I could stand.
“Sarah?” Her voice wavered.
“Yeah, it’s me. I’m okay, Mom,” I said. “I’m sorry I left. I just couldn’t marry that man. I hate him and our life and the fact that I had to give up mine for Dad, and I’m sorry. I panicked, and I took off.”
“It’s okay, Sarah,” my mom said quietly.
“Is it?”
“Yes. We’ll handle the fallout from it. I never should have asked you to marry that man in the first place,” she said.
“How’s Daddy?”
“He’s as well as to be expected. He’s been trying to locate you. He’s happy that they haven’t found you yet, but he’s very angry that you ruined this deal for him.”
“What does that mean?” I asked. I was scared to hear her response.
“Well,” my mom said slowly. “I think it’s best if you stay in hiding. Please don’t contact us. Pauly is angry beyond reason, and your dad…” her voice trailed off.
