“Yes,” I utter the single word into the air and hold my breath. I’ve never been this brave before, but I want to be brave…for him.
“Take off your clothes. I want you bare for me,” he demands softly.
I place my phone on the bed and remove my dad’s worn-out t-shirt and my underwear. The sheets are cool against my skin as I settle back down.
“Are you naked?”
“Mm-hm.” The cool air hits my nipples immediately, causing them to harden. “Don’t be upset if this doesn’t work. I don’t know if I’ll be able to without you physically touching me.”
“It’s going to work, little hummingbird…trust me,” he softly laughs. “I’ll get you there, I promise.”
I keep my phone lying on the bed and focus on his voice as I close my eyes.
“I want you to touch yourself for me. Tell me how wet you are,” his deep voice sends tingles throughout my body as I lower my hand down my stomach until I reach between my legs. When my fingers rub over my clit, a small moan escapes before I can stop it. Every nerve ending is lit, and I feel my arousal coat the tips of my fingers.
“Tell me,” he whispers with a growl.
“I’m soaking wet,” I manage to get out as I palm myself, feeling the ache get stronger.
“Fuck, Lyla,” he grounds out. I hear the strain in his voice, and it secretly pleases me that I can make this beautiful man fight to stay in control. “I’ve never been so hard in my life than I am right now. I have my hand around my cock, and I’m imagining it's your grip that's sliding down on me,” he groans, and that sound alone has me lifting my hips slightly and rubbing harder on my swollen bud. “Push two fingers in that sweet pussy of yours. Feel how amazing your body feels. It’s perfection, Lyla, and a gift to be treasured.”
I slide two fingers in as his words flow over me. I’m immediately enveloped in my warmth as I lift my hips to godeeper. “Jake,” I moan out as I set a pace that has me fisting the sheet and throwing my head back at the sensations coming at me.
“I’m right here, my little hummingbird. I feel it, too. My dick is throbbing in my hand just picturing you touching yourself.” I hear the sounds of his movements as he sets a faster pace, sending a frantic need shooting through me as I match his rhythm. “Touch one of those beautiful breasts for me with your other hand. I want you to squeeze it hard before pinching your nipple.”
I snake my other hand up and grasp my breast before finding my nipple. I pinch it, and desire rushes to my core. A soft cry escapes as I feel myself on the edge of letting go.
“I’m so close, Jake,” I pant and rub my clit harder.
“I’m right there with you, beautiful. You have no idea how much I want to be buried inside you right now. I’m going to show you how good we fit together, and there won’t be a single doubt in your mind about who your pussy wants to belong to when I’m through with you,” he breathes.
His words do their job, and my body surrenders to him. I cry out his name as my body ignites and explodes into a million tiny pieces. I hear my name in the distance as a deep moan vibrates out of his body. My fingers are squeezed tightly as I pulse with each wave of pleasure. I see stars behind my eyelids as I arch my back and strain against the pillow.
When I finally come back to my surroundings, our pants are the only thing to be heard in the silence. I remove my hand and curl up on my side, fighting a smile that wants to escape.
Hearing my name on his lips when his body finally let go is something I will never forget. Even in the darkness, I know I just witnessed the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“My God, Lyla,” he rasps, breaking the silence. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life, and you didn’t even touch me. Jesus. You are either going to kill me at some point or makeme some crazed sex addict who is addicted to what you make me feel.”
I giggle into my pillow, feeling like a giddy teenager for the first time in my life. He makes me want to forget all the bad things that have ever happened to me.
I reach for my phone and prop it on the pillow beside me. The light illuminates his face as I watch him discard the towel he must have retrieved from the floor.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He lies down and props me up, too, so we are facing each other.
“For what? I feel like I should be thanking you,” he grins.
“For reminding me that I can still feel happy. It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt it.”
“How long?” He asks softly.
“Since the morning of my tenth birthday,” I whisper, deciding to let him in just a little bit more. “I was so excited because we were going to an amusement park that day. My mom had made my favorite banana chocolate chip pancakes that she did every year for my birthday, and we had just finished eating breakfast.”
I grip the sheet tightly to my chest as memories come flooding back to the worst day of my life. “My dad was just supposed to drive to work and grab some paperwork from his office before coming back home and taking us to the park, but he never made it back.”
I shut my eyes as tears threaten to spill. Horrible images of my mom screaming when she got the phone call enter my mind. It was like nothing I had ever heard, and it still haunts me most nights. The sounds coming from her lips didn’t sound human and were so gut-wrenching that I felt it deep in my bones. What I didn’t know at the time was I lost two parents that day as I watched my mom collapse onto the kitchenfloor.
