“I can’t… if I’m pulling out, I need to now,” I growl, my hips thrusting forward urgently in protest.
“Don’t, God… just—” Panting breaths rush from her, and I can feel her tightening around me as she hovers on the brink of climax. “Just stay,” she moans, then gasps. “Oh, Gio!”
The sound of my name on her lips is what launches me over the edge, and as she flutters around me, her pussy milking my cock, I know it’s too late.
I slam inside her, my hips taking on a life of their own as hot cum rushes from me in burst after thick burst.
“Fuck, Stephanie,” I groan, collecting her against my body as she unravels in my arms.
She shivers, the tremor racking her from her head to her toes as she pulses around me.
We’re a tangle of arms and legs, so closely intertwined that I don’t know where I end and she begins.
And if I had my way, I would remain like this, wrapped around her, filling her up until the end of my days.
But coming inside her was entirely irresponsible.
I should have had better self-restraint, and now I’ve saddled her with the burden of handling my lack of restraint.
“I’m sorry,” I rasp, continuing to hold her close as I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. “I meant to pull out. I just… God, you feel sogood.” My cock twitches inside her slick depths as if to confirm my statement, and Stephanie’s eyes flutter closed as she pulses around me in response.
“It’s fine,” she assures me. “It’s just as much my fault because I didn’t want you to stop. I’ll figure it out in the morning.”
Cradling her face in my palm, I brush the pad of my thumb across her cheek. “We’llfigure it out. I’m here. Whatever you need.”
Stephanie’s smile is soft, and she lifts her head to kiss me softly, but I can feel a tremble in her chin, and my chest aches to think I took things too far—screwed up our first time back together.
Easing out of her, I suppress the throbbing sense of loss that comes with parting from her.
Then I roll onto the bed, pulling her with me as I cradle her close.
After a moment’s hesitation, she nuzzles in closer to me, and it feels like my world is finally whole again.
In the silence, I run my fingers through her soft hair, relishing the way it falls wispily across my shoulder, the bright colors melting into her dark locks.
“Gio?” she asks, her fingers delicate as they trace the ridges of my abdomen, her gaze watching their progress.
“Hmm?” I ask, contentment seeping deep into my bones.
“Can I ask you something?” She sounds almost hesitant, and I tighten my arm around her.
“Anything.”
She pauses a moment, her hand coming to splay across my chest, and she tips her chin up to look at me. “Who’s Stephanie?”
I tense immediately, my heart breaking into a sprint as I freeze, completely caught off guard.
“You… called me Stephanie while we were…”
Swallowing hard, she pulls away, sitting up so she can face me, and while I want to drag her back to me, I let her have her space.
Cazzo. How could I be such an idiot?
Reality comes crashing down on me—reminding me that our new relationship has been built on lies.
And now that I know the full story behind her disappearance, I don’t know how to admit who I really am to her.
It would destroy Stephanie’s trust in me—knowing that I’ve recognized her all along and pretended I didn’t know her so I could get close to her.
