After a few moments, she finally comes down from her high, her eyes looking wildly up at me as I stand up and appreciate the hell out of the woman in front of me.
“I could watch you come all day, Weslyn,” I admit to her and a shy smile pulls on her lips.
I lean over her body and press my mouth to her skin, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her neck and then her lips.
She wraps her legs around my back as I place one hand around her ribs and the other is palm down by her head.
She moans into my mouth as she pulls me down with her legs, pressing my dick to her center and I can’t fucking take it anymore.
I’m so turned on. So fucking hard.
“Weslyn,” I breathe out. Her name falling from my lips with so much anguish, dipped in greed and lust and passion. "I really fucking need you," I tell her. And she knows it. But as I break the kiss and look down into her eyes, I sense something despondent, or rather like she’s retreating a bit.
“I-” she opens her mouth, but then stops, turning her head as she loosens up her grip on me.
“Hey.” I reach my hand over to cup her face and turn her to look back at me. My heart pounds when I recognize an emotion I haven’t seen her display for me yet.
“What’s going on, Weslyn? Did I hurt you or-”
“No. No, you were perfect. Everything is perfect. I just…”
She trails off again and I am trapped in needing to know what’s going on. I need to know what she's thinking, what’s causing her to pull away from me.
“You can tell me anything. Whatever it is.” I look at her with so much sincerity, and even though she’s still naked underneath me and my dick is still hard, I don’t let anything get in the way of making sure she’s okay. That’s what matters most.
She clearly has something on her mind and I want her to be able to get it out, no matter where we are or what we’re doing.
She takes in a deep breath and I decide to lean up off her body and pull her up with me.
We both sit next to each other and even though she’s not making an effort to hide herself, I reach over to grab theblanket from the edge of the bed anyway; offering it to her and she takes it.
“What’s going on, Weslyn?” I brush her hair out of her face while her eyes fade into mine, like she’s trying to create distance between us but I can tell she doesn’t really want to.
“I just think the heat of the moment was getting to me. I haven’t really felt the way you just made me feel with anyone before and my brain started to panic.”
Her words are spoken in honesty and I can see the conflict brewing in her eyes as she holds the blanket to her body.
“How did I make you feel?” I ask her, my hand now rubbing up and down her back in comfort as I try to understand what she’s attempting to say.
“Loved.” Her tone is soft and passionate. Her eyes look at me with so much fire and desire. Everything we’ve said to each other these past few weeks, everything we’ve learned about each other and the hope that I’ll get to spend more time with her in the future, it all boils down to this moment.
Surely, I provided the fact that I had no expectations, that we should go with the flow and what feels right.
This is what feels right for her, and I can’t deny that I’m a little disappointed that she feels the need to pull back because of it, but I also realize how she might feel scared to admit that she might be falling into a territory that will likely be hard to get out of once we’re there.
But I also can’t deny the way my fucking heart races at her confession, something so strong and powerful twisting inside of me; a feeling I have never felt before.
“Weslyn…”
“I know, Kyran.I fucking know,”she starts as she dips her head, breaking our eye contact. “That’s why I had to stop myself. Because I think knowing that you and I were about to . . . have sex, I’m not sure I’d be able to contain whatever emotion I was feeling. The connection we have outside of sex is one thing, but bringing a physical connection into the equation…” She stops to take a breath and I let her pace herself as I take in every word she’s saying. “I couldn’t get my heart to stop fucking racing. I just needed a moment.”
I pinch her chin between my fingers and bring her eyes up to me once more. I can see the worry swimming behind her irises and I want to do everything I can to eliminate it.
“What’s wrong with feeling loved?” I ask her and she gasps.
“Well, the fact that we’ve not known each other long and this is the first time we’ve met in person and I am going back to Rhode Island in a few days.”
“I’ll ask you again…” I lean in a little closer, lowering my tone and speaking with intention. “What’s wrong with feeling loved?”
