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I start to rock aggressively, gripping his chest with both hands. The bite of pain dulls and, in its place, comes a wave of burning pleasure. I grab his hand and place it against my clit so I can do my thing without worrying about that. He willingly takes over, watching his cock disappear into my body, and tears burn my eyes at how amazing it feels. My body is tingling, searing, scalding. I want more… or less… I don’t know. I’m on that precipice before the climax, desperately trying to tip myself over.
“Slow it,” he begs, still rolling his thumb as I grind against him. “Slower.”
“No,” I argue, grinding faster and harder than before.
My nails bite into his skin and he groans, sounding desperate and almost delirious. I feel him thicken and it’s enough to make me spiral with my orgasm. An orgasm I didn’t think I’d be able to have.
He joins me, pulsing and throbbing deep inside, spilling all of himself into me. He moans with it so loud I cover his mouth with my own and we ride the wave together. Or more aptly I continue riding him until every trace of my orgasm has dulled to a low hum of pleasure and his cock has ceased its throbbing inside of me.
We stare at each other, my breasts gently touching his chest through fabric.
He cups my face with a shaking hand and smiles softly. Then he kisses me so tenderly my heart does this squeezing flip in my chest.
“Thank you,” he breathes, sitting up so I can lock my ankles around his waist.
Our lips gently kiss again, our tongues softly taste, our bodies rock together, still joined. This is a good moment for me. For us.
I’ve never felt like this before. So at peace and warm. So welcomed and cherished.
We both startle when the sound of footsteps starts pounding up the stairs. I start to giggle quietly and he throws me off him and moves to the door, holding it shut with one hand while yanking his boxers up with the other.
“You’re both going to be late to school if you don’t move your asses,” Nash calls through the door.
“What time is it?” I ask Nok who has just pulled open the door.
“Does Dad know she’s here?”
“No, he left for work forty minutes ago.”
Huh, I thought we had sex for longer than that.
Nash clears his throat. “There’s blood on your hip dude, she bite your dick? The fuck?”
Nok looks down and slams the door when he too sees whatever is there.
I pull the blanket from my lap and chew my lip nervously when I see a few dry streaks of blood on my thigh.
“Did you get your period?” he asks quietly.
I shake my head. “Definitely not, there’d be a lot more blood if that was the case.” I swallow harshly and stand. “Can I get a quick shower?”
“Sure,” he mutters. “It’s downstairs.”
“I remember.”
“Towels are in the closet.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll find you something to wear.” He grabs my arm as I pass and pulls me into his body. We collide and then so do our mouths. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Umm… sorry about the blood. We must have just hit something at a funny angle.” I feel a bit achy and sore, but nothing majorly bad. I don’t feel like I’ve done any lasting damage anyway.
“Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. “Nothing a night of rest and some Tylenol won’t fix.”
We kiss again and then I escape to the bathroom to shower and freshen up, ready for the day.
“You were supposed to be here last night to look after your sister,” Mom yells the second I walk through the door.
Thank God I convinced Nok to stay in his truck. At least he won’t get to witness this dysfunctional family at its best.
I need my uniform; I can’t really go to school without it.
“I texted her this morning, she’s fine.”
“She loses her will to live when you’re not around.”
“And you,” I grumble, brushing past her.
“What was that?”
I turn to face her and stare into her frozen gray eyes that look so much like my own. “I said, and you. It’s not fair that I’m constantly expected to be here. I’m eighteen, I have a life, I do everything for this family.”
“You don’t do enough. Your sister is sick…”
“That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get to enjoy myself.”
“But who knows how long she’ll be with us?”
I rub my eyes with the heels of my palms. “Mom. Please. I’m always here when I can be. I’m doing this for her, remember?”
“Are you?” she spits back. “Because she’s fading away, you’re not around, and you seem to be shacking up with the guy you promised her.”
“I’ll find her someone else,” I hiss and exit the kitchen, slamming the door behind me.
I head upstairs and don my uniform, grateful that it has been washed, dried, and hung up since the day before yesterday.
