“You okay?” He stroked the ends of my hair.
“I just don’t want you to freak out on me again.”
William lifted my chin off his chest and directed my eyes to him. “You’ve been a part of my life for a long time. I wanted to stay true to my word and break things off before things developed further, but it appears you render me powerless.” He stroked my back reverently. “And now that I’ve had you...” He slowly kissed across both of my cheeks. “I think I’m obsessed.”
I blushed and giggled into the warm crevice of his neck.
William chuckled, and he lifted my head back up so he could look into my eyes. “What I feel for you scaresme, but I don’t want to lose you. I thought by avoiding it all together, we would both be better off. But I don’t think that’s true anymore.”
“So, you’re done running?”
“Let’s give it a go, love.”
Chapter 13
William
It was morning, and I lazily ran my fingertip over Nairie’s back tattoo as she slept. I loved the delicate, fine line work and the way it wrapped around her spine like a vine. It must have hurt like hell since it was directly on her bone, but I was quickly learning how fierce she could be.
Last night, she looked so elegant in her flowy dress, and the soft curls in her hair made her look like a porcelain doll. But seeing her enraged, speaking words I’d never heard out of her mouth, did something to me.
I always knew she had a fire within her, but suddenly, in that moment, it was burning brighter than ever, and I couldn’t help but stoke it.
I was seeing it more and more now. That assuredness she wore with such ease when she was truly herself. I saw it at the bake sale when she was taking care of customers under pressure. Hearing her speak her native tongue was also a huge turn-on.
When I went back to the house after Elle insisted she had the event under control, I was shocked to see Nairie in a fit of rage that, quite frankly, made me rock hard.
Everything I told her last night was true. I really did want to avoid getting involved, but I was weak because as soon as I saw how readily she got on her knees for me, Iwas done for. I desperately wanted to see my cock in her mouth, to see those doe-like eyes staring up at me.
I loved seeing her enjoy it as much as me, taking advantage of my body. Taking what was hers. Nairie was never meek in my eyes. She had a strength to her, and now I got to witness it in the way she sucked my dick.
I knew what taking her virginity would mean, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be her first so no one else ruined her expectations. At the very least, I wanted to make sure she was with a man who knew what the fuck he was doing. Nairie deserved to be taken care of, to be selfishly pleasured within an inch of her life. Didn’t we both deserve that? We so often sacrificed ourselves for others, and I was over it.
Everything was different now, and I couldn’t go back to the way it was even if I tried. Decidedly, I would be with her tonight and for however many more nights I was here before she undoubtedly figured out that I was no good.
Nairie turned to face me, exposing her naked breast as it slipped out from the cover of the blanket. She looked like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, but instead of a kiss, I had a better idea of how to wake her. I took the rosy peak of her nipple in my mouth and sucked, lightly nipping as her beautiful brown eyes fluttered open. Nairie moaned and grabbed the sides of my head to bring me up into a long and languid kiss.
I broke our kiss and stroked her cheek with my thumb. “Morning.”
Nairie smiled, a natural pinkish hue tinting her cheeks. “Morning.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled closer until every inch of our bodies touched.My cock hardened at the contact. It appeared the three other times we had sex last night didn’t satisfy my desires. I was quickly understanding that I couldn’t get enough of Nairie.
She sighed contently. “I can’t believe last night happened. I’ve been dreaming about being with you since we met.”
I laughed. “You were seven.”
“Okay, my dreams with you when I was seven were slightly different from what happened last night, but still.”
“I’m curious what those dreams looked like.”
“Well, back then, I just imagined us hugging or holding hands or walking down the aisle.” Nairie’s eyes widened in fear. “I mean, not that I still think about marriage.”
I watched her fumble over her words and silently laughed.
“I promise I’m not an obsessed girl who’s going to get attached just because you’re my first.”
I laughed harder, and Nairie slapped my chest.
