REED
This voice doesn’t comethrough in Dolby surround sound, unlike Morgan Freeman’s unwanted mental takeovers. But I can still hear it. Or feel it, perhaps. A thin, tin-like sounding warning, calling out to me from the depths of my psyche.
Are you sure about this?
The question gives me pause. Not because of Lila’s sobriety; I believe she’s sober enough to consent, and that’s not my balls talking since I took care of myself in the shower.
It’s because there are still secrets between us. About the picture I saw tonight. About the nature of her relationship with Silas. And about what I need to ask of her.
Ideally, we should have all our cards on the table before taking this next leap.
But I’m emotionally raw. I don’t have the strength to have another heavy conversation. And I don’t think Lila does either.
For once, we’re in sync, and I think the things thattrulymatter are exposed. And we’re choosing to do this together.
I’ve pieced together enough of what’s she’s done at the casino. It doesn’t dampen my love for her in the least. Everything else will work out in its own time.
The only thing Ineednow is to cement this connection with the love of my life. Nothing else matters this much.
So that cautionary nagging voice can fuck off. Heard, considered, and ignored.
Through increasingly passionate kisses, I ask the moment’s most important question. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes. I’m good with no condom if you are.”
I answer with another kiss and notch my cock at her slick entrance. As I begin sinking inside her, all hesitation disappears, leaving nothing in my head except a primal need.
Jesus. Just the tip and I’m already salivating.
Nothing that feels this good could be bad.
Lila’s body is perfection, complementing me physically in the same way she does my soul. Soft everywhere I’m hard, pussy included.
The scant space separating us vanishes when her hold on my shoulders intensifies, pulling me flush against her supple skin.
Deeper I go, unhurriedly reclaiming her body one millimeter at a time. I’m hellbent on savoring this moment, so I don’t rush it, advancing at a glacial pace.
Eyes locked in on each other, neither of us dares to look away. It’s like our first time all over again.
Her arousal coats my cock, the decadent slickness making it difficult to stay shallow. Especially as her pussy’s initial resistance wanes and she coaxes me farther inside.
And yet, I refuse to surrender to that need to surge in brutally. Not this first time.
“Reed, I feel every hard, thick inch of you.” She pauses, keening in my ear. “Feels so good. I don’t want this to ever end.”
“Same page,” I pant, backing out before driving forward again. “Although I don’t know how much longer I can be this gentle.”
Through increasingly raspy breaths, she throws down a challenge. “I promise not to object to a little rougher treatment. I can take it.”
“You want me to fuck you like I hate you, cookie?”
“That depends,” she barely forces out before mewling like a cat in heat.
It’s getting harder to talk, but I manage a two-syllable response. “On what?”
I nearly bottom out but retract, stubbornly dragging out our joining longer.
“If you—Mmm.” A moan bites off her words. “If you hurt me, you’ll have to kiss it better.”
