Well, the hell with playing. Still holding her hips, I pull her down and thrust up at the same time, sinking in hard and deep. She gasps. I pull out and throw her onto her back with a growl.
She lies back on the bed, eyes on me. Her hair is wild and free, my jacket open exposing her perfect hooters, nipples hard. Her body is flushed a delicate pink with arousal, her legs spread, showing me she’s wide and wet and wanting.
She’s stunning.
I slide into her with one smooth, hard thrust. She whimpers out my name and the air leaves my body. She rises to meet me, every thrust with her own, digging her fingers into the flesh of my arms as I begin to move.
My control snaps and I plow into her one last time, exploding an ocean of semen as I cum. “Please.”
I take her right over the edge with me.
Seeing her cum is almost better than me exploding into her, and that’s saying a lot. ‘Cause climaxing with her is like going to heaven, a place where there’s no darkness at all, only light.
I stay deep inside her, slowly coming back to myself, while our hearts hammer against each other.
She opens her eyes and looks at me confused, her blue eyes still dark with lust. I feel the love for her filling me, dominating my whole body and I’m more than ready to claim her again and again.
“You said please,” she giggles. I did.
I roll onto my side, she’s clinging onto me, panting, and I just lie there trying to get my breathing into a half-normal rhythm at least, ravishing in the feeling of total bliss for as long as I can.
“Do that again,” she says pulling me onto my side. I smile, thinking I might just have created a little sexual monster. I have no objections though. None.
“We need to get ready. Your family is on the way.” She looks surprised. I get up and pull her with me, removing my jacket and dropping it on the bed. “I’ll explain while we shower.”
“Jackson needs a ride. I really need one too. So I told Kiara to bring food for a picnic at the waterfall.” She faces me as I open the taps, her eyes taking mine prisoner as if she’s looking for something in them.
Her eyes still searching my soul, but it’s getting too intense so I pull her into the shower with me.
“You know,” I groan, “If we skip the coffee, we may have time for a quickie.” I pull her against me and kiss her softly.
“Damion, you’re crazy.” She giggles against my mouth.
“Crazy about you, yes.” I slide a finger through her slit and find her soaking. Oh, this girl. I push her against the tiles and fuck her hard right there in my shower. She cries out as she detonates around me, clenching and drawing me deep inside her, and I cum, pouring my love into her. Another first for me. And another staggering orgasm.
She pulls on some denim jeans and a blue top with a wolf baring his teeth over her bikini. I love her style, it’s psycho-girly with a twist of Mel and super sexy. Although, I think Mel would look sexy wearing anything, or nothing for that matter.
“You want some coffee?” I ask since the guests are not here yet. She turns around, looking at me as if I’m stupid. I give her an apologetic grin.
“Sorry, can’t think straight right now. I know you’re addicted to the stuff. Well, let’s go downstairs, and then we can have some before the others show up.”
She looks up and gives me a faint smile. I know the look, cause it’s the same one running through my mind. What’s going to happen from here, after last night? But for now, I don’t want to think about anything else than us being here together.
I take out the rusks my mother sent over. We eat in silence, but my focus are on Mel.
She keeps on stirring her coffee and now the trepidation and anxiety are back, causing a knot in my stomach. Her brain is working again and she realized that this, us, is a big mistake and she’s going to tell me anytime now. And then I’ll never get back my sanity, I’ll be stuck in the darkness forever.
Because she … her scent seems to be the only thing that calms me down these days – like I need to get my fix of her whenever I run low. I’m telling you she’s like a fucking drug, but worse.
“Eh, baby,” My eyes scrutinize her. “Please. Talk to me.” She stays still.
“Please, baby, look, I’m begging you here.” She looks up with a faint smile.
“Are you going to stay?” What the hell, why would I go anywhere?
“This IS my house.” She pales and looks appalled. Fuck. “Eh … do you want me to go?”
“No,” she answers quickly. And I suck in some much-needed air.
I walk over and pull her into my arms, holding her tight, stopping my mind from falling to pieces. I sniff in her scent. In a way, it’s rejuvenating and scary at the same time.
“I just … do you really NEED to go on a ride?” Her voice is soft with a tense sad tone. And she pushes away and puts some distance between us. I don’t like it.
“Possibly.”
“Yes or no.” Now she seems pissed.
“Yes.”
“So we fucked and now you are all … what?” Her voice is shrill. “Guilty, desperate, dodging.” All of the above. And add out-of-control, anxious, and tense to the list.
Shit. “Are you mad at me?”
“Yes,” she yells. “No … maybe. I don’t know.” Her expression is full of insinuation. “I know something is up with you.”
“Yes, my dick. That’s what’s up.” Eyes lowered, she swallows hard and wet her lips. Fuck. I’m so out of control around her that it’s scary. No one has ever affected me like this. Ever.
“So you need to go back to your rules because of the state of your dick?” she says in a prim tone. That’s rather funny.
Back to my rules? What exactly is her problem here? First, she asks if I’m going away … now the rules. Could she be insecure? About us? How can I get her to understand?
“Mel, I’ve spent my whole life avoiding emotions,” I start. I’m not good at this … explaining stuff. Words always fail me. They usually come out wrong.
“Eh … I’m not used to feelings. But you … Mel … you make me feel stuff. Deep shit that’s very …” My vocabulary fails me. “Different.”
“Different good or different bad?” she asks softly.
“A little of one and a lot of the other.” My heart hitches. At this rate, the poor fucker is not gonna last long.