I unleash, slamming hard and with abandon, burying myself deep, cumming hard in her.
Slowly, I stay inside her as much as I can, my cock twitches, making her moan.
Then I pull out carefully, and after cleaning my dick, I return to her because she is sticky.
I gather up Lola and lay us both on the sofa, her nakedness against my dressed self.
Lola doesn't say much, her fingers curling on my chest, her heart as crazy as mine in her chest, the erratic beats echoing in my blood.
I smooth her hair from her face, tracing her delicate bone structure as my eyes grow heavy.
I half-drift, content to just hold her.
Normally, I like to get the hell out of dodge for this shit. I will cook something, and I'm not the greatest cook. Hell, I will make tea, coffee, clean her apartment—anything to stop the post-coital danger zone, where every woman I have been with seems to be high on hormones and imagining they love me.
I stroke her bare back, loving the silky warmth of her skin.
And something hits me.
As much as I love the games and kink she has when I'm Alex, as much as I love our games and the deprivation and control, I'm also scared she will have an epiphany about my identity.
I'm hoping she just can't tell we are the same person. And maybe she won't. I don't think she is that experienced.
Because there is something next level about being with Lola when she knows it is me. Being able to look her in the eyes after I made her cum made my own release so much stronger.
Sounds stupid and trashy, but it is true.
"I don't know if I like you, but you're not what I expected grown-up Enzo to be like."
"Now that's a lie. You loved me as a kid. Worshiped me. I bet you had a shrine."
She bites my chest. "I did not."
She definitely had something, though. But I don't push it.
I protected her, liked her even then. She was a sweet kid.
This, though, this is different.
"You left me, never checked on me. Not even when Dad died." She swallows.
I pull her closer. "My father's an asshole, and he asserts control over my sister. I couldn't."
"Problem is..." She rises up to look at me. "I think I have real feelings starting for you, and it scares me because of our history."
"We were kids."
But I stop to think about what she said.
There are feelings for her, too. I have been in protection mode for so long...of course, there are.
"Yes. I have got some for you, too." I take a breath. "Maybe we just take things day by day and see where it goes."
"Okay."
And a kind of relief settles on me.
I don't want to think about the complications that arise from us being together, even if I wanted it to go somewhere. But having feelings and wanting a future are two different things.
