experienced, a pulsing ache deep inside my heat.
“Wade,” I say not trying to hide my sexual agony, “you shouldn’t be here. You should go.”
“I’ll change everything. I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” he says moving his hand forward to cover and caress my belly.
Here we are. The point of no return. Or nearly. My legs weaken and my morality rides the water down the drain. One possible solution remains, one way to avoid total damnation in my own eyes.
“There’s only one thing I need from you,” I whisper as I lay my head back against his chest. “And then you have to go back to your life.”
I open my eyes and look up into his eyes. He’s so tall when he’s right next to me. I put my small hand on his big hand and slide it slowly down below my naval. His fingertips feel the confession of my body, the aching flower that has been waiting for Wade, hot and hungry and ever opening to receive him.
I smile when his eyes close as he presses two fingers perfectly up slightly against my ecstatic little button. I am embarrassed by the slight choking sound I make as I inhale suddenly. My chest heaves and retracts. His fingers find an even more pleasing angle of pressure. The tiny circles his fingers begin to make are so slow the rest of my body gives out. He quickly snatches me up with his other arm so I don’t fall.
He takes me with him as he sits down on the shower floor. He places my ass carefully on his powerful thigh without ever losing the pressure or exquisite rhythm of those little circles. This boy is not an amateur. OMFG.
I nestle in his arms and his hand plays me like a lustful, but melancholic violin. It never lets up. Not for one second does he let the feeling of ecstasy lessen. My breathing rises like a thrilled audience to applaud him.
There is no girl left here. I am merely his symphony. The work of his genius. His fingers are confessing his love. This is happiness. Tense bolts of electric anticipation strike a sexy fear in my bones. I know he will take me to a primal place of animal release.
I don’t fucking care about anything now. I want to be as raw as any animal has ever been and even as the thought is forming, my undoing races into being with icy hot suddenness. The screaming, moaning sounds that escape are feminine in nature but beastly and guttural and gloriously frightening. I scare Wade just a little before I stiffen and tremble and shake and collapse into him like I’ve been shot dead.
It’s just him and me. We lounge on the floor of my shower and the water sprays over us like a magical mist. I don’t move for a while unless I’m trembling from a little aftershock. I need time to recover.
When I catch my breath I search for the strength to kiss his muscular chest gratefully. I look up into his lonely eyes and bite his nipple softly. I smile for him and return my head to his chest.
Soon I will send him away, but not just now.
-11-
I sit in the back of physics trying to keep my eyes pointed to the front of the classroom. I’ve been unable to listen or catch much of what has been said, but I have learned this week how to hide in plain sight.
There are check marks on every attendance card for every one of my classes for the week, but I have been floating above it all reliving every moment with Wade again and again.
I have not heard from him in six days.
After the shower, I sent Wade away. I did not have the energy to reciprocate the pleasure he gave me. I have felt no guilt for what I asked him to do in the shower. It’s the only way I could think of to avoid having sex with him.
That pulsing ache deep within made it impossible to walk away completely. Although I needed him inside me then, pounding my depths sweetly, his fingers managed to release me, momentarily, so we could break apart. I did the best I could under the circumstances.
It pleased me when Wade offered to change his life so we could be together, but I’ve always known that can’t happen. If he runs
“Wade,” I say not trying to hide my sexual agony, “you shouldn’t be here. You should go.”
“I’ll change everything. I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” he says moving his hand forward to cover and caress my belly.
Here we are. The point of no return. Or nearly. My legs weaken and my morality rides the water down the drain. One possible solution remains, one way to avoid total damnation in my own eyes.
“There’s only one thing I need from you,” I whisper as I lay my head back against his chest. “And then you have to go back to your life.”
I open my eyes and look up into his eyes. He’s so tall when he’s right next to me. I put my small hand on his big hand and slide it slowly down below my naval. His fingertips feel the confession of my body, the aching flower that has been waiting for Wade, hot and hungry and ever opening to receive him.
I smile when his eyes close as he presses two fingers perfectly up slightly against my ecstatic little button. I am embarrassed by the slight choking sound I make as I inhale suddenly. My chest heaves and retracts. His fingers find an even more pleasing angle of pressure. The tiny circles his fingers begin to make are so slow the rest of my body gives out. He quickly snatches me up with his other arm so I don’t fall.
He takes me with him as he sits down on the shower floor. He places my ass carefully on his powerful thigh without ever losing the pressure or exquisite rhythm of those little circles. This boy is not an amateur. OMFG.
I nestle in his arms and his hand plays me like a lustful, but melancholic violin. It never lets up. Not for one second does he let the feeling of ecstasy lessen. My breathing rises like a thrilled audience to applaud him.
There is no girl left here. I am merely his symphony. The work of his genius. His fingers are confessing his love. This is happiness. Tense bolts of electric anticipation strike a sexy fear in my bones. I know he will take me to a primal place of animal release.
I don’t fucking care about anything now. I want to be as raw as any animal has ever been and even as the thought is forming, my undoing races into being with icy hot suddenness. The screaming, moaning sounds that escape are feminine in nature but beastly and guttural and gloriously frightening. I scare Wade just a little before I stiffen and tremble and shake and collapse into him like I’ve been shot dead.
It’s just him and me. We lounge on the floor of my shower and the water sprays over us like a magical mist. I don’t move for a while unless I’m trembling from a little aftershock. I need time to recover.
When I catch my breath I search for the strength to kiss his muscular chest gratefully. I look up into his lonely eyes and bite his nipple softly. I smile for him and return my head to his chest.
Soon I will send him away, but not just now.
-11-
I sit in the back of physics trying to keep my eyes pointed to the front of the classroom. I’ve been unable to listen or catch much of what has been said, but I have learned this week how to hide in plain sight.
There are check marks on every attendance card for every one of my classes for the week, but I have been floating above it all reliving every moment with Wade again and again.
I have not heard from him in six days.
After the shower, I sent Wade away. I did not have the energy to reciprocate the pleasure he gave me. I have felt no guilt for what I asked him to do in the shower. It’s the only way I could think of to avoid having sex with him.
That pulsing ache deep within made it impossible to walk away completely. Although I needed him inside me then, pounding my depths sweetly, his fingers managed to release me, momentarily, so we could break apart. I did the best I could under the circumstances.
It pleased me when Wade offered to change his life so we could be together, but I’ve always known that can’t happen. If he runs
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