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“I can feel how close you are, too,” I whisper, stroking quickly, and I can. I’m sure of it. It’s like his rock-hard dick is bulging against my hand, all the pressure trying to erupt from him. “You’re so fucking big.”
“Your tight pussy’s going to take every inch,” he says huskily. “I’m going to fuck you deep and hard. I’m going to pound your virgin slit until you’re creaming all over my di… di…” He trails off, and I swear I canfeelthe seed rushing up his shaft.
“Y-y-ye…”
I can’t speak either. We become nothing but pleasure, his cock so wet with precome that my palm makes noises as I slip up and down. My pussy is so wet with lust that his hand makes noises as he rubs me faster, with more ownership. He handles me powerfully, but not roughly, making it clear I’m his.
Soon, I can’t think. My eyes are shut tight. Hot, red color bursts across the darkness of my eyelids, but it’s not blood. It’s not pain. It’s pure pleasure.
I gasp, squeezing my legs tightly around his hand. I’m certain I can feel his seed pumping out of him. As my orgasm slams into me, starlight and heat and everything good and warm pulsing through my body, his seed rushes up his shaft and explodes out of his end. He’s moaning through his teeth as if fighting the urge to roar. I rub faster, driven by my orgasm.
Finally, we both stop, breathing heavily. He finds my lips, and we kiss with so much meaning it’s like we think it could be the last time. It’s like we’re kissing to stop the memories and the panic from returning.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t go all the way,” I whisper between kisses.
“Never…” He kisses me. “Say…” Again. “That…” He makes the third kiss last so long that tingles start to shimmer through me again, even with my sex pleasantly sore from what we just did. My hole is still aching, as if pissed at me for not taking his cock, seed, and future.
“But you must want it,” I whisper. “I know I do.”
“We’re going to do it. Don’t doubt that.”
“But what if…”
“You were nervous,” he says. “We were on a kitchen table. The circumstances weren’t exactly ideal. When we try for real, your virgin body will be so needy and horny you’ll be surprised by how much your tight hole can take. Soon, it will feel so good you won’t stop creaming down my dick.”
His words make the shimmers even more intense. I cling to his back, digging my nails in. He’s so solid my fingernails feel like they bend as I push against him.
“I guess we didn’t have a condom anyway,” I murmur, though using one is the last thing I want to do.
I wonder what he’d say if I told him that.Hey Fletcher, just so you know, when we have sex, I don’t want to use protection. I don’t want there to be anything between us. I want you… forever.
After a pause, he says, “Yeah, I guess so.”
Then he pulls me over to the other side of the bed, away from the wet patch. He holds me tightly. I hold him even more fiercely. Of course, it was way too much to expect him to say any of the stuff I wish he would. About family. A future. Kids. A life together. He’d never say any of that, not this soon, anyway. I have to be patient. For now, it’s enough to lie together. At least we’re not thinking about the mayhem, the bullets, the misery.
“You’re the best girlfriend a man could ask for,” he whispers, kissing me on the cheek.
“And you’re the best boyfriend.”
“For an old man…”
I dig my fingernails into his back. “Don’t say that anymore. You’re not an old man. Even if you were, which you’re not, I don’t care. I’ve often been called an old soul, and you’reclearlyimmature.”
“Ah, I get it,” he says, and I know he’s smiling from his tone. “So we meet directly in the middle.”
I smile, kissing him on the lips. “Exactly.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Fletcher
I wake with my woman in my arms and my dog sleeping at my feet. Loki woke me at around three a.m., scratching at the door. It was like the little man knew me and my lady needed some alone time, so he respectfully waited. I sit up, sunlight slanting through the window.
Damn, that was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years. It must’ve been because I had my woman beside me. I sit up and look down at her, watching her sleep. Her hair is messy across her face, and she’s got a gentle, beautiful smile on her lips. She yawns so cutely, making me want her andloveher even more.
Is it possible to love somebody so soon? Perhaps I’m crazy, but it feels more than possible. It feels real. It feels like we’re building something here that nothing and nobody will ever be able to shatter.
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