“Eyes on me,” I reminded when her gaze started to drift lower. She snapped back to my face, cheeks pinker than before.
I unbuckled my belt, drew it free in one smooth pull, and dropped it beside the shirt. The zipper came down with a quietrasp, and I took the condom out of my pocket before I let them fall. I stepped out of trousers and briefs together, kicking them aside before tearing the foil wrapper. Her eyes memorized every movement as I rolled it on and held her gaze. Just touching myself this lightly threatened to undo me, and my god I had to fight the urge to stroke.
I climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs, hands sliding up to cradle her face. “You did so well standing there for me. Such a good girl."
Her breath hitched at the praise. I felt it against my lips.
“Now I want you to wrap your legs around me and hold on. Can you do that?”
She nodded fast, ankles locking at the small of my back before I finished the sentence. I reached between us, guided myself to her entrance, and paused, letting her feel how ready she was, how ready I was.
“Tell me what you need, sweet girl,” I whispered.
“You,” she said instantly. “Need you inside me. Need to feel you everywhere.”
I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching her eyes flutter and her lips part on a silent gasp. She was still swollen and sensitive, and the way she fluttered around me nearly ended me right then.
When I was fully seated, I stayed still, letting her adjust, letting her feel every throb. “That’s my good girl,” I murmured against her temple. “Taking all of me so perfectly.”
She whimpered and tried to rock, but I pinned her hips with mine. “Not yet. You move when I say. Understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I started slow, long strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside her. Each time I bottomed out she made the softest sound, half moan, half sigh, and I answered with praise against her skin.
“So beautiful like this. So open for me. You have no idea what it does to me when you let me take care of you.”
Her arms wound around my shoulders, holding tight. I shifted the angle just enough to make her gasp louder, then kept it there.
“Look at me,” I said. Her glassy eyes opened, and darkened. “I want to watch you fall apart again because I told you to. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
She nodded, frantic. “Please, yes, anything.”
I slipped one hand between us, found her clit with my thumb, and circled slowly. Her back arched hard.
“That’s it. Right there. Let me have it.”
Her breath fractured into little cries with every thrust. I kept my rhythm even, relentless, whispering the whole time and her eyes never left mine.
“Perfect girl. My sweet, perfect girl. You feel so good. So tight and warm."
She shattered first, clenching hard around me, pulsing in waves that pulled me under with her. Her body writhed so powerfully I couldn't hold her down. It was erotic and almost painful when I buried my face in her neck and let go, spilling with a low groan that felt torn out of my chest. My body pulsed as I filled thesleeve, and her strong walls kept clenching and relaxing around me.
We stayed locked together, trembling, until the world came back into focus. I eased out gently and rolled us so she was draped across my chest, legs still tangled with mine. My hands stroked her back in long, soothing lines.
"My god, you're incredible, Veda," I breathed and in the next breath I whispered, "I love you."
The words just slipped out. I didn’t mean to say them so soon, really only weeks after we'd met, but once they were out there floating around her room I didn't regret them. I did, however, notice her stiffen. Her body went rigid from shoulders to knees,, and it felt like she might pull away from me.
"It’s okay…" I soothed. "You don't have to say it back." I didn't want her to feel pressured. I knew how ridiculously fast it was. But part of my recovery process meant being one hundred percent genuine in everything I said and did. And I felt it. Deep in my soul, all the way to the core of my being, I knew it. I loved her, and I refused to hide or shrink myself ever again. My emotions were a gift to be cherished, not to hide from.
"I, uh…" Veda pulled away. "My stomach hurts. I'll be back," she rushed out, and then she was gone, out the door and down the hall where I heard a door shut.
We'd gone from feeling so close to her running away, and I silently prayed it really was only about a little belly ache. But my gut roiled and warned me that something was wrong. Veda never just ran off like that.
I sat up, sliding the full sleeve off my dick to tie it off, when I noticed something lit up on the floor across the room. I heardthe faint buzz too, her phone vibrating. So I carried the condom toward the door where in the light of the living room I saw a trash can, and I dropped it in before stooping to pick up her phone.
Clayton's name showed on a text message notification on Veda's phone screen, and it made me freeze in my tracks. Why would my brother be messaging her, and this late at night on a Saturday night?
