I feel it, too.
Mixed with my own heat and wetness, I feel him coming, his cock jerking under his pants.
Without thinking, desperate to keep riding this wave of heat and lust and pleasure, I push back against his chest, forcing a small distance between us. Then I grab the hem of his hoodie and shove it up, just an inch, not enough to expose his wound, just so I can see the tip of his cock and watch as cum gushes from it.Him.It coats his lower abs, hard, taut muscles lined with scars.
I’m shaking from my orgasm, but seeing him come undone, I wantmore.
I shift my hips further forward, his hand gripping me tight to steady me. And with his eyes on me, I arch my back, tilting my pelvis up. Then I rub myself along the tip of his cock, higher still, over his stomach. The sensation of his cum, my wetness, my exposed cunt along the ridge of his abs… it’s overwhelming. It feels as if I’m still coming, the vibrations and ecstasy between my thighs hot and wet and explosive.
Then it’s as if everything crashes down.
I’m boneless, unable to hold myself up anymore. I see my wetness glistening along his skin the moment before I collapse, falling into the hardness of his body.
I lift my eyes to his, wanting to know he approves of what I did. That he isn’t upset or angry or hurt, exposing him like that.
But his expression is one of wonder, dilated pupils, wide eyes, parted lips.
And when I fall into him, he immediately cradles me to his chest, holding me close, both of his strong arms coming around my body and pulling me into him.
I can’t keep my eyes open.
I am spent.
I feel satiated.
I feel safe.
Chapter 20
Sullen
Ifeel safe.
Despite the fact she lifted up my sweatshirt, despite the fact it’s the first time I’ve ever come with someone else, despite our current predicament and the words Sanford Rule spoke to me, in spite of it all,I feel safe with her here in my arms.
The light from the nightstand on her side is still on, casting a soft golden glow over her cheekbones, the upward tilt of her lips, her long, thick lashes, eyes closed and even breathing telling me she’s asleep.
So is my arm, underneath her body, my elbow pushed into the mattress to prop myself up so I can stare at her. But I don’t dare move it.
The sheet is pulled up just over her hips and her loose black sleep shirt is ruffled and wrinkled at the hem, exposing the plane of her belly, the curve of her ribcage beneath her tanned skin.
I rest my bare hand along her stomach, over her belly button, watching as her muscles jump and quiver with my touch. She doesn’t wake up, entirely sprawled out for me, one arm over her head like she feels just as secure as I do with her beside me.
I want to glide my hand up higher, caress her breasts, bite her pink nipples. Leave more bruises along her flawless skin.
But I resist, thinking of the cut along her thigh, covered now by the sheets.
There was nothing in the metal.
It was only the top of the scalpel Stein ripped away from me. I used it to cut her, yes, and I would love to one day go deeper. But there was no sedative. No poison. I only wanted her to believe it to be true, so she would give in to me without hesitation, let herself get carried away with every impulse and stop asking me fucking questions. And maybe, too, I wanted it so if she felt dizzy, out of control,anesthetized,I could feelincontrol, more experienced than I am.
Worthy, of someone like her.
Watching her against me, letting her see my cum and exposing parts of me I have never willingly shown anyone, hearing her moans, her breaths, inhaling the scent of her between us… The way she told me to spit on her and hurt her, how good it felt to come against her… I don’t believe in heaven, but if it exists, it’s that.Her.
It will make saying goodbye so much harder.
The memories alone will splinter my soul.
