I was floating at this point. The vibration of his hum along with his tongue… unreal. I did as he said, watching him pleasure me, and I had never been so turned on in my entire life. The desperate, terrifying need to keep him gripped me by the throat. “Hayden, please,” I begged.
He dug his fingers into my thighs as he stroked me slowly, changing the pace to the point my orgasm exploded out ofme. “Yes!” I couldn’t be quiet. It was too much. My fingers and toes tingled from the onslaught of pleasure. It was better than anything I had ever experienced, and I held on to the blanket like it kept me from falling.
“I love how you come, so free and wild.” Hayden kissed my stomach and then the center of my chest. He removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. He removed his sweats and stroked his large, wet cock. “Taste yourself on me before I fuck you.”
That was the only warning I got before he kissed me. He tasted all musky and earthy, and he sucked my tongue before releasing a deep growl. “Roll over, baby. I want your ass in my hands when I enter you.”
I trembled.
“Up on your knees. Yes, spread your legs.” He scooted off the bed, and the familiar sound of the drawer opening and closing filled the room. Blood rushed to my ears, every sense on high alert from how good I felt.
His sheets were cool and smelled like fresh linen. My lips were swollen and wet from his kiss, and the taste of my pleasure still lingered in my mouth. My core throbbed. How did I still have energy? No idea.
“Wider.” Hayden kneeled behind me, kneading my ass with his hands. “Fuck, I love your glutes. And thighs.”
“This feels so good,” I murmured, resting my face in his pillow. He ran a finger from the front of my slit to the back, making me rock forward. “Hayden,” I warned.
“I’m gonna make you feel good, Char. I want your body so pleasured you can’t even feel anything but how good we are together.”
He kissed down my spine before thrusting into me. “Fuck yes, you’re ready for me.”
I moaned as he fucked me slowly. My skin tingled as he grabbed a pillow and placed it under my hips, pressing me down onto my stomach. The angle took him deeper, hitting me right where I needed. “Hayden, shit, you’re so deep.”
“You were made for me, Charlotte. Every part of you,” he whispered as he quickened his pace. The new rhythm had me mewing for release, something I didn’t think possible. “Yes, baby, your body needs to come again. I can feel you clenching around me. Do you like it like this?”
I nodded, but he nipped the base of my neck.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, like this, please,” I gasped. My voice sounded like I hadn’t drunk water in weeks. “I can’t believe I might… might…”
“Come for me.”
I exploded. His thrusts matched my pulse, and I cried at the strength of the third orgasm. This one was just as good as the others, and it tore through me, lighting me up. My vision blurred as I held on to the sheets, vaguely aware of Hayden whispering nice things to me.
“I love the way you smell, and taste, and let go.
“I love how you trust me to fall.
“Yes, I love your sounds, Char.”
I couldn’t catch my breath, and once the orgasm came down, Hayden gripped my ass hard and pounded into me.
“Perfect.” He thrust harder. “You’re perfect…fuck, Charlotte.” Hayden ground into me a few more times before falling onto his back next to me.
I peeked an eye open to find him staring at me, gray eyes wide and his smile wider. He still panted, and his chest heaved as he ran his pinky finger over mine. It was such a sweet, tender gesture that my eyes prickled again. The words were right there.I love you.
I swallowed a ball of cotton, unable to form the words out of fear. It was too soon. Yet the feeling remained as Hayden pulled me into the crook of his arms. I hugged him hard, using that as a way to communicate. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Let’s take a shower, and I’ll wash your hair for you. Then we can go to sleep.” He kissed the top of my head, and I fell even harder. Hayden was taking care of me, and that made me feel pretty damn incredible.
“Eye of the Tiger” blared from my phone as I applied a light layer of mousse to my hair. With my curls, there was no point in trying to tame them. They were kinda wild. Why did I try to fit into a mold of someone else when they were best free?
Huh. Who would’ve thought I’d have a full-on epiphany about myself while doing my hair? Not me, but hey, I’d take it. That’s what happened after my boyfriend used orgasms to get me to sleep and to relax. I woke up refreshed as heck.
“You got this. You are a badass,” I said to myself in Hayden’s bathroom mirror. “You will not fuck this up. You will not sweat through your shirt. You faced D1 pitchers and played on TV. This is a dumb interview with a man named Peter Peroni.”
Self-talk could be helpful. Wearing my fitted maroon blouse—our school color—and a pencil skirt, I looked good. Professional and good.
