Extra Scene: Chap. 27. MJ's POV

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I sit here stunned for a moment as I wait for her response.

I can’t believe I just said that. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I didn’t. I thought that was only supposed to come out in my head not my lips! If it wasn’t for the shocked silence she’s giving me right now, I wouldn’t have even believed I allowed myself to tell her that. Dammit, Michael. Look at the way she’s looking at you. Great. You probably just made a fool out of yourself. No doubt you’ve crushed her heart and stomped out that little amount of love she confessed to you a couple days ago and now you’re sitting here like an idiot while she comes up with a suitable rejection.

Way to go, Mr. Impulsive.

I feel my hands clench a little as the quiet begins to slowly descend on me, threatening to smother me with my own foolishness.

“W-What did you just say?” Her stunned whisper interrupts my scrambling thoughts.

I blink as the small hope that maybe I hadn’t said it out loud flies out the window. Biting my lip and ducking my head in a shy manner, I try to ignore the pulsating pounding in my chest and instead draw on the small feeling of butterflies in my stomach or the way my hands suddenly feel a little clammy or maybe how my breath never seems to come out right when she’s near…and I say the first things that come; for once allowing my heart to speak before my head when dealing with my personal life.

Clearing my throat, I fix my eyes on hers, letting her know that this is for real. And for once—for the first time in a long time—I’m going to push away the insecurities and fears and tell her exactly how I feel one hundred percent. “I’m in love with you, Asha.” I say clearly. “I’ve been in love with you…I knew ever since Monday night when I kissed you in that kitchen. I was afraid of it because I knew what it was but I just didn’t know if it was real.”

She stares at me for a second before asking quietly, “How do you know this one isn’t some trick?”

I sigh and glance at the dark stage below us. Leave it to Asha to bring up my own argument against me to insure that I’m not bluffing. I don’t blame her though. I’ve led her on and pushed ​her away so many times already.

But I’m not lying about this. Not at all. For the first time in what seems like an eternity, I actually feel like I’m being honest to myself. I reach out and retrieve both her hands in my much larger ones, the simple way her palms seem to fit perfectly into mine giving me a small thrill.

“I know because I’m afraid of losing you.” I say staring into that soft hazel I love so much. “But I’m even more afraid of having you because just the thought that you might disappear scares the hell out of me…but I’m still willing to take that chance.”

For a while she doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me as though waiting for me to vanish or something. I feel my heart racing like crazy. Oh, God. What if she doesn’t feel the same way anymore? What if I messed it up for good? I’d understand, of course. I mean, we haven’t even slept together yet and already I’ve taken her on more rollercoaster rides in these few weeks than most lovers experience over lengthy periods of time in an actual relationship. I’ve probably scared the hell out of her with my mood swings. Yelling at her one minute; hugging her the next. Nearly drowning her in soda; kissing her forehead two seconds later. I knew it. I’ve shown her way too much already. She doesn’t want this. She doesn’t want me. She—

“I love you too, Michael.”

I fill my heart swell and quicken all at once and I don’t know whether to drop my mouth in amazement, burst into tears, or attack her lips the way I’ve been dying to all night. Between the genuine way she murmurs it and the few drops of salt water that choose this moment to trail down her cheek, I find the urge to touch her suddenly overwhelming.

Easing my ache, Asha wraps her arms around me and hastily drags me forward in a way that makes me think she’s having the same problem as me. As she forces my lips to hers, I waste no time in wrapping my arms tight around her torso, tangling my hand in her hair and pulling at her mouth with my own, hungrily prodding the line to her lips and moving my tongue in so that it can mingle with hers in a fiery dance.

She slowly leans backwards, pulling me down with her as she goes so that a few seconds later, my body is blanketing hers as I raid her mouth like a detective, finding and tasting every part of the hot cave I can reach. I feel her legs spreading two accommodate me and her thighs closing around my waist as she struggles with the difficult task of bringing me close enough to satisfy that ridiculously intense need that’s now taking us prisoner. My hands moves to her exposed thighs (thanks to these amazing short-shorts she’s wearing) and begin running along her heated skin, stroking the soft flesh of her leg.

I feel my arousal growing by the minute and all I can picture in my head right now is what I want to do to her. I get flashes and visions of her lying below me, her face contorted in a way that displays exactly how good I can put it on her when presented with the opportunity, and I want nothing more than for these pictures in my head to become blazing reality.

God, I want you so bad, Asha…you have no fucking idea…

“Michael…” I can hear it in her voice as she mumbles against my lips. I already know she’s looking for the same thing and the way I’m pressing into her right now is not nearly enough. Not for either of us.

“I know.” I whisper in a breathless tone, taking a moment to lean away so that I can see her face. I gently push a strand of curly brown hair from her forehead so I can better read her. As ​much as I want to feel her right now; I want her to be sure. I don’t want to experience something this perfect only for her to tell me it was a mistake the moment it’s done. I wouldn’t be able to stand it. “But are you sure, girl?”

I don’t want to hurt her.

But she only takes a brief moment of pause before her slim arms are coiling themselves around my broad neck once again as she stares me straight in the eyes, “More than I’ve ever been about anything.”

I sigh and press my head to hers, “I promise I’ll take care of you.” I’m going to take real good care of you, Asha. You mean so much more to me than anyone else ever has…I wanna make you feel so good, girl.

“I know you will.” She murmurs, already pressing my lips to hers again.

We continue to make out, my hands roaming beneath the bulk of her sweatshirt and along her unveiled thighs like they have a mind all their own and her fingers tugging and pulling at my hair as she sucks desperately at my bottom lip, even nipping her teeth at it in a way that makes me moan softly into her mouth. Noticing the increasing friction between us as I feel myself growing harder and harder as her hips unconsciously move against me, I have to make myself break our kiss or risk taking her virginity right here on this stage in the quickest most non-memorable-but-pretty-satisfying-est way possible.

I give a small smile at her disappointment as I rise off of her to stand up. But I follow that with a smirk as I think about how that disappointment will be long gone by the time I finish with her. As I help her off the stage and take her hand to lead her out of my Inspirational Room, I feel all of me tingling with this energy and fire that I can’t remember ever experiencing.

“Don’t make too much noise; the staff’s asleep.” I whisper quietly to her as I push open the back door and lead her into the darkness of the house.

She nods her head and I feel her hand give a gentle squeeze to mine. I bite my lip as that strange electricity begins in my fingers where she’s gripping and spreads through me like a forest fire, igniting a yearning inside of me that’s so vast with intensity that it suddenly feels like the journey to my room just gained about twenty miles.

I mean, I’ve had sex before. Many times. I’ve been inside so many women that I think it’s safe to say I have the female gentile area memorized to a tee. Seriously.

I know, I know. It sounds terrible but I wasn’t always like this. There was a time where I just liked one woman at a time and the idea of waiting for just the right one had its appeal to me.  When I was a teenager I used to always think about how I wanted to be the odd one out when it came to being like my brothers. I genuinely loved the idea of being a virgin until marriage and just being with one special person for all time…

But then I met Diana. I loved her since I was a kid and the older I got, the more serious my feelings became. By the time I was seventeen and I began having affairs with her—everything but the actual deed—it was clear to me what she wanted. I figured a grown, real woman like that; of course she’d need sex to tie her over. If that’s what it took for me to keep her then I’d do it. Maybe I couldn’t wait until marriage but at least I’d be doing it with someone I loved and who I saw myself spending my life with. Sure, call me naïve but I thought what we had was the real deal. I was completely head over heels for her. Turns out that was a flop. There went my ​virginity and thoughts of “holding out” flushed down the drain.

Then came my best friend Brooke.

She’d had a crush on me forever; same with me on her. But we remained just close flirty friends for some odd years. Then one day she decided that she wanted to “try me on” as she put it, giggling. She confessed that she had only been with one guy before and that it wasn’t all that great so I told her, sure. I’d only been with one woman before too. Plus she had already rejected me for marriage once and I figured maybe a little sex was the deal maker that I hadn’t had the first time I popped the question. So we had sex and she told me she loved me. I thought that she meant it. I thought giving my body to her was just her way of making sure I was really into her. Turns out I was wrong again. She told me I was easily the best between her two experiences by a long shot and that she never experienced anything that incredible before…but no, she didn’t see us together in the future. She kept insisting some BS about me not really wanting a relationship but I know that it was just her way of saying she didn’t want one.

So then there was Krysten. My retaliation to Diana and Brooke.

I had sex with her out of pure frustration and no one else nearby to take it out on. But somehow I allowed my frustration burner to become a lust-filled romance, and somehow I let that evolve into a passionate affair that I couldn’t seem to let go of. She told me she loved me to. After the way I put it down on her; I just knew she’d leave her husband and stay with me. Sure, I knew it was low and wrong for me to even desire it but by that point I didn’t give a fuck. By that point, I was desperate for love and she was the closest I had to it at the time. Only to find out that she’d never even took the time to get to know me the way she took the time to get to know my body. Our sex was always amazing…but the emotional chemistry was never quite where I desired. But I was willing to settle.

That’s where all the pointless sex began. I went from sleeping with two women I truly loved, to sleeping with a married woman I cared about, to burning off anger with a whole slew of them. After fucking a fan out of irritation because of something Krysten had told me; it occurred to me that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. To indulge in the side of life I always refused to indulge in for moral reasons in my younger days. Why shouldn’t I take advantage of the escapes presented to me so often by horny women who desired nothing more from me than a great screw?

It became routine. That was it.

But as I climb the stairs in the dark with Asha’s hand wrapped tight around mine, it occurs to me how empty all of that was now. I’ve never felt this kind of electricity before. Just the thought of what I’m about to do to this young woman next to me is sending shivers coursing along my spine like waves of energy.

It’s crazy the way she’s driving me just by standing so close. I have this yearning in me that wants to just throw her up against the nearest stationary thing and fuck her like some wild animal…but then there’s another side that just wants to take care of her. I want to ease all of her fears. I want to show her that she doesn’t have to run away. I want to make her feel as perfect as she deserves. I want to kiss every piece of her flesh until she understands the way that I love her.

The way that I need her.

Oh God, I need her so bad. It’s almost like I want to get to her before anyone else does. A ​strange sort of possessiveness coming over me the longer we walk. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that I don’t want anyone else to do it. I want to be the one. I want to aide her in her search of something so intimate that words don’t do it justice. I want to kiss and touch her in places that not another soul knows exists inside of her. I want to taste her and let her essence linger on my lips for a while as I savor her undoubtedly rich flavor…I want more than to make love to her. I want to own her.

She’s mine and the thought of another guy putting his hands on what’s mine makes me crazy. The sheer amount of jealousy extracted from just a mental picture is both astounding and frightening all at once.

It’s too strong.

The way I look at her…I’m not going to lie. I’m almost terrified of it. It’s like some moments I look at her and I’m perfectly content in our simple world of friendship and compassion. But other times…other times, I feel so deeply connected to her that’s its alarming.

Other times I can look at her and feel like my whole world will fall and crumble if she walks out of it. I can see myself breaking into a million pieces and willing myself to die if she were to tell me that she regretted me and didn’t love me the way that I love her. I’ve only known her for a month and sometimes a mere dream I have where in it she decides she no longer cares for me at all has me vomiting the moment I wake up.

Creepy? I know.

Intense? Beyond it.

It scares me shitless…but for some reason, I keep going back to it. Like a drug almost.

Asha’s my drug. Everything about her makes me high and I find myself risking sanity just to get a hit of her.

And I haven’t even had sex with her yet. That’s the scary thing. I can only imagine how much worse it’ll get after tonight…

“I love you, Michael.”

I snap my head over as the soft sound of her voice reaches me just as we come to a standstill at my bedroom door. There goes another jolt of that strange and addictive electricity she alone generates in my core. I bite my lip. She loves me. This beautiful girl who four weeks ago, I had no idea even existed…loves me.

And I love her back. So damn much it hurts.

Raising my hand to her cheek, I gently stroke my fingers along her silky skin, leaning forward to graze my lips over hers in a barely-there kiss. Brushing my lips along her jaw…she shivers…tickling her ear with my mouth…I whisper, “I love you more, Asha.”

She moves to rest her forehead against my shirt, her hands pressing lightly into my chest as she sighs, “I want you now, Michael…”

Damn, I want to be inside of you, girl…

The anticipation slowly becoming too much for me, I open the door and gently guide her into my room by pressing a hand to the small of her back. I lead her through the dark and up the stairs, my arousal returning with a vengeance the more I think about taking her. When we reach the landing, I hastily move around her to get to my dresser where I produce the perfect tool for setting an atmosphere that would get any woman in the mood. The romantic in me purchased ​these candles about three months ago momentarily forgetting the fact that I stopped actually caring whether or not the women I’m with feel special.

But I can’t help but smile a little as I realize that they did indeed come in handy and that the careless callous man in me is not present tonight. In his place is a man who wants nothing more than to please his woman in every way possible.

Once the candles have been placed and lit, I turn to Asha, the fired blazing along my spine undoubtedly evident in my dark eyes. I’ve been told on more than one occasion that whenever I’m feeling passionate about something, it’s written in my gaze, intense and powerful. I hope she can see it now. I hope she can see how deep my infatuation runs for her…almost obsession. I hope she knows how insane she makes me just by looking at me with those curious and bright hazel orbs of hers.

Bowing my head for a moment as I struggle to keep myself from turning into a puddle, I bite my lip and take a step forward, slowly returning my penetrating stare to hers. Slowly I begin undoing the buttons of my shirt, watching the whole while as I remove one of the many items of clothing baring us from a passionate paradise.

As my shirt drops to the floor, I pause. Waiting.

She sucks in her lip for a small second as she struggles with her breathing. I can see the nerves beginning their slow build up inside of her and I want nothing more than to ease them for her. But I know all too well what it’s like to wait around for such an anticipated and fearful reality to transpire when you know you’re finally only moments away. She drops her sweatshirt to the ground and looks back at me with soft eyes.

Still gazing at her, I gradually lift the white t-shirt that’s clinging softly to my slim frame and discard it, ruffling my dark hair in the process. As it thumps to the ground, I bite my lip, trying not to feel self conscious. I watch her with secret anxiety as her hazel eyes run the length of my torso with a careful attentiveness that has my heart thumping. Soon, I catch a glint of awe flicker in the warm brown as she marvels at me as though I’m something remarkable and otherworldly. The way she looks at me…the way her eyes soak in every ill-assorted piece of my skin…it makes me feel like for the first time, I’m not quite as ugly as I’ve come to convince myself.

Next goes the rugged tank top that drapes loosely over her bra. She drops it to the floor and looks at me again, her top lip hiding in her mouth. I take my cue, feeling a little shy all of a sudden but not enough to deter me from wanting to feel her close to me already. Fumbling with the snap and zip to my pants, my slight nervousness beginning to shine through vaguely via the trembling in my hands, I lower them to the ground and step out of them.

Her eyes get caught on where the soft material of my boxer briefs are stretching around my arousal and I can see her breath catch. The small almost inconspicuous way she shifts her legs a little makes me bite my lip in an attempt to hold back my low groan. Man, I just want to touch her…

Soon though, she’s shyly removing the short denim shorts from her legs and stepping out of them. My heart stutters a little and I find myself licking my lips unconsciously. Damn, I love her body. Something about everything about her excites me. She’s not particularly out of this world curvaceous but her slim and petite frame gets me more excited than any other woman ever could. I’ve been with the whole 36-24-36 package, but even that’s never gotten me as aroused ​or filled me with throbbing want the way Asha’s small breasts and flat stomach does. And she’s still wearing clothes. I’ll probably be a mess when she’s naked.

I can feel that heat dancing down my spine again as my fingers latch into the elastic of my briefs and began to gently tug downwards. When the last of my clothing contents itself circled at my feet, I swear I can hear both our hearts quicken as I step out of them.

Her eyes widen in surprise, no doubt due to my size and the sheer state of excitement I’m in.

I know I’m pretty big for my body. My hands, feet, and penis have always been the standouts on my tall but naturally willowy frame. I never really understood it. All of my brothers are bigger than me, even Randy, as far as natural body width and muscular strength and appearance goes. But I’ve never had a problem holding my own against them when it came to the downstairs department. For all the ways they overpowered me in most physical areas, this was one that they couldn’t just outdo me in. I even recall a time where Jermaine threw up his hands and exclaimed that it already wasn’t fair I got blessed with the talent I did but that the bonus endowment was just flat out wrong. I only shrugged my shoulders and blushed a little in embarrassment.

I won’t lie, though. It did give me some smug satisfaction whenever our ego’s led us to comparing sizes. Especially considering they always got more girls than I did growing up…

Snapping out of my thoughts, I notice the sudden sense of fear draping over Asha’s whole aura. Her eyes have suddenly clouded with uncertainty and I feel my chest tighten as I realize what she must be thinking about.

Wanting to reassure her, I take a step forward only for her to take a retreating one in return. I bite my lip, my features morphing into that of concern, hurting for her as I take her in. I so want to help her overcome this fear. She deserves to so much.

“It’s not going to hurt you, girl.” I whisper gently, moving closer once more, grateful for her lack of withdrawal this time.

Reaching out, I softly take hold of her hand and very gradually…place her heated palm to the sensitive skin of my penis, watching the subtle movement. Instantly, she tries to retract her fingers but I gently tighten my grip, not letting her escape. Instead, I use my other hand to press against her cheek and tenderly stroke her face.

Leaning my forehead to hers, I give her lips a soft graze and murmur, “It’s not a weapon of torture, girl. I promise.” I smile a little at the look of child-like trepidation on her face. Biting my lip, I glance down to where she’s refusing to touch me and whisper encouragingly, “Feel for yourself.”

Slowly, her eyes follow mine and I watch as her fingers uncurl and lower to gently graze along my shaft. I bite my lip and watch her, reading her face for signs of a breakthrough. Her eyebrows lower a little and her lips twist in a way that suggests she’s struggling to figure out a complicated math problem. I almost smirk.

That is until she decides to wrap her whole hand around me. I can’t control the small shiver that runs the length of my spine and I have to bite my lip in an effort to contain myself. She catches me by surprise when she raises my cock up in salutation and uses her other hand to run a slender finger between my balls. Oh, damn. My body trembles a little at her touch. Curiously, she reaches out and does it again. My reaction is the same. Obviously pleased with her new ​discoveries, Asha takes her palm and, still holding my shaft up, gets a good handful of my sack, squeezing the fleshy piece of me gently but firmly. I hear myself groan as my eyes slam shut. Hot damn, that feels good…

She catches me off guard when she starts gently tugging on my cock, rubbing the foreskin back and forth in a way that has me going wild. What the hell is this girl trying to do to me? I let out another sound of pleasure which obviously gives her incentive to try and kill me before I even get the chance to blow her world as she eagerly adds her other hand. Almost automatically, my hips begin to roll of their own accord, excitedly searching for relief to the discomfort caused by this girl the moment she pressed her lips to mine.

I swear I just heard her laugh. Really, Asha? Geez, figures she’d start cracking up while performing a notably fine hand-job for the first time. Asha Rockweiler is beyond insane sometime, no doubt about it. But damn if I don’t love her crazy ass to pieces.

Shiiitt…Okay. Time to stop this, I note as I feel the beginnings of my pre-cum shooting along my shaft. If she keeps this up I’m going to blow in her hand…and enjoy it.

Just as she starts to pump my now pulsing cock even harder (is she trying to murder me!?), I hastily place my hands over hers, putting a stop to her agonizing torture. She glances up at me, the confusion and slight hurt evident in her gaze almost immediately and I know she thinks she’s done something wrong. Pshh, on the contrary she’s just done everything a little too right.

Smiling a little, I lean forward and kiss those lovely lips of hers and explain, “It’s your night, Asha. Only yours.”

I want this to be beyond comparison for her. I want to make her body scream at least twice tonight—more if she can handle it. She won’t look at another man the same ever again after what I’m about to show her. By the end of tonight, I’ll have her singing my name in her sleep. And by the end of this week? She’ll be lucky if she remembers her own name.

Trying to ignore the slight ache in my cock as it begs for a hot wet shelter to rest its throbbing head in for the night, I lead her over to the bed, attempting to conceal the almost frantic way I’m dying to begin exploring her body with my mouth and hands. I think I’m doing pretty good about it. Years and years of acting, people; be it for movies or life—it pays off. Trust me. If she only knew how bad I just want to…I digress.

I help her onto my king-size mattress and she immediately scoots back until she’s centered in the middle of the bed against the deep mahogany of my headboard. Her eyes lock on mine and I see that nervousness momentarily being overshadowed by sheer lust, her hazel eyes darkening a little as they skit erratically over my face and hands, anxiously awaiting my next move. Joining her on the mattress, I give a little smirk as my sometime smug ego decides to make an appearance. Licking my lips a little to insure I keep her attention, I place my hands on her knees and…very gradually…spread them for my viewing pleasure.

Kill me now.

I hear her gasp and I don’t have to ask why. It’s obvious how bad she wants this. The moisture shining through her blue bikini-style panties is excellent testimony to that, let alone the way her eyes are unconsciously jutting between my mouth and my battle-savvy saluting lieutenant (I really gotta stop naming this thing).

Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers a few times before the heat of her nearness becomes ​too much for me and I just gotta taste her. Any piece of her. Licking along her bottom lip, I’m more than pleased when she opens up and sucks my tongue into her mouth like she’s been looking for it for days. I eagerly look to assist her in the intoxicating dancing of our lips and tongues, teeth gnashing at fleshy lower lips, as I drink in her perfection. Soon, though, just her mouth isn’t enough for me. I lean away and begin placing hasty kisses along her jaw and neck and shoulders and back up again, wanting to leave no spot untouched by night’s end.

As I caress her upper chest and shoulders with my lips, my hand begins sliding up her arm until it comes in contact with her bra strap. I tug at it playfully before letting it droop down. I pull back, my breathing coming out in uneven gasps as I stare at her, completely mesmerized by her presence. Here. With me. In this way.

Jesus Christmas, I can’t believe this is really happening…

Pulling gently on her hands as I urge her to sit up a little more, I wrap my arms around her torso in a would-be hug, my lips moving over her right her cheek and side of her neck very delicately before pausing to suck on her right shoulder, branding her with the first of many marks to come. As I move to her left side to repeat the tender caressing, I rub my hands over the smooth and silky skin of her back, loving the way it feels soft as velvet under my touch. I pause at her clasp and gently pull her earlobe into my mouth; my tongue making light patterns on the sensitive flesh there, causing her to release a soft moan just as I unhook it.

Leaning back to catch her eyes again, I very slowly…drag my hands…down her shoulders…and back up again. I do this a few times, the whole while watching her and showing her with my eyes just how wild she makes me simply by breathing my air. As my hands make their sensual decent this time, I make sure to grab both her bra straps on the way down, bending forward to taste her mouth for the millionth time as I free her wrists of her blue bra and toss it somewhere behind me.

I break away and suck and kiss along her cheek, neck, and shoulders again, the taste of her skin like some delicious treat I just can’t stop sampling. After a moment, I can’t resist seeing if my imagination’s done them any justice at all these past few weeks.

Biting my lip, I pull away from her and hold her at arm’s length for a moment just so I can get a good look at what I’ve been dying to see for some time now. And needless to say…my damn imagination has been slacking on me.

They’re perfect. Smaller than most but they fit her body just right. They’re round and firm and I know if I were to cup my hands over both of them, they’d fit like they were made simply to be enveloped by my palms. God, her nipples…the pink nubs are so hard with her arousal that I can’t resist another second.

Swooping down, I immediately flick my tongue over her left nipple, lapping at it like it’s my only source of survival. I sigh against her breast as I open my mouth wide and wet her tit with hot open mouth kisses, licking around her areola and pulling on the nub with my suctioning lips. The sound of her soft moaning enraptures my every nerve as I quickly move to her right breast, mimicking my fond treatment of the other. I lick and engulf it, wetting it with my tongue and purposely suck on the sensitive skin with an almost savage desperation, leaving a series of hickies to establish my ownership.

“Oh, Michael…” She sighs out as her hands tangle in my hair, her back arching in encouragement as I gently nibble on her nipples.

​“Mmm, baby…” I murmur so softly into her chest that I don’t think she heard me, but I don’t care. I just want more of her. I need more of her.

Removing her nipple from my mouth with a small pop, I begin hungrily kissing my way lower down her body, feeling my cock stiffen and twitch excitedly the more I take her in. The sweet smell of her arousal blending so faultlessly with that of her natural scent of lilacs and that incredibly wonderful smell of strawberries that makes me crazy every time I catch a waft of her hair, has my mind spinning in circles and my senses going haywire. I lick along her ribcage, tracing the outline of her bones with my tongue before moving further down to dip it inside the small indention of her navel. Once again she’s moaning and arching her back in silent encouragement.

I curl my lips in a tiny smirk against her stomach, the sounds of me pleasuring a woman secretly a fetish of mine. I like the way it sounds when they moan. I like the way it sounds when I lick inside of them and hear the quiet noise of slurping as I inhale their essence. I like the begging tone that tends to tint their voices when I find their spot with tip of my tongue and refuse to stroke it the way they desire.

And I have a feeling I’m going to love it all a hundred times more with Asha as the lucky recipient.

Coming to the hem of her underwear, I raise a finger and drag it hesitantly along the band, my eyes lifting up to meet hers, asking them a silent question. Praying that she says yes. I know it’s probably pretty stupid to ask for reconfirmation at this point but I just have to be sure. I just can’t stand the thought of regret when this is all done…

“Can I?” I whisper, trying not to sound too desperate in order to spare her any guilt in case she wants to back out. Please, don’t back out on me, girl. I’ll likely explode if you tell me I can’t get inside of that tight, wet, amazing, incredible part of you—the only piece of you I haven’t been able to study and understand like I do the rest of you…

“That was kind of the point, I guess you could say.” Is her sarcastic, albeit slightly impatient, reply as she arches a single eyebrow down at me.

I grin and shake my head, relief washing over me. I absolutely love this girl.

“Stop being sarcastic, girl. I’m tryna make love here.”

“Right. My bad, Cookie Monster.”

“Thank you.”

With no more hesitation to spare, I dip my fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly pull them down her legs, my tongue grazing my lips in hungry anticipation as her flawless and most secret treasure is gradually revealed to me. As I lift her ankles in order to remove her panties and toss them to the floor, I’m practically salivating. Her moist lower lips, pure and untouched, has my heart beating fitfully while my stomach does back flips like it just joined the intestinal circus.

As I slowly lift my gaze from just one area so as to finally take in the splendor that is Asha Amelia Rockweilier in all her flawless glory, I feel a lump forming in my throat as my emotions—so many damn emotions—try and catch up with me at once. Appreciation, admiration, gratitude, unworthiness, lust, need, want, love…so, so much love. Her hands come up awkwardly in an effort to shield the interminable glow she emanates from my sight. I don’t say anything; I just easily grab her wrists and lower them, not sparing any piece of her flesh ​from the hungry feasting of my eyes.

After a long moment that took me to heaven and left me in a cloud, I sigh out, “Just like I suspected.”

“What?” I can hear the anxious and shy uncertainty in her voice and it makes me wonder if she ever took the time to notice how beautiful she is.

Raising her leg, I place it on my shoulder and run my hand along her calf soothingly as I turn my head to press my lips right above the protrusion of her ankle bone. Kissing it her with a softness, I murmur matter of factly, “You’re perfect.”

And she is. So unbelievably so.

And I get to have her all to myself…God, what did I ever do deserve something this unnamed and unnamable in its simple perfection? Out of all the good I’ve done in my life, I can’t find a single thing that makes me worthy enough to take this young and incredible woman’s virginity from her. But for some reason that I’ll never understand, she seems to see something in me that contradicts all reason and rational explanation that says I shouldn’t, and she fights all of that back by simply saying that I should. And it’s enough for me.

Kissing up her legs, I take my time, reveling in the sounds of her sighs and low moaning. I place butterfly kisses on both her ankles, massaging her delicate feet in my hands one at a time as I do. Then I move up to her calves…the slim and vaguely defined muscles in them from her many on campus workouts getting the benefit of my tongue for a while before moving on…When I come to her inner thighs, I give a small groan of my own as I get the first taste of her undeniable need via the few trickles that escaped her lower lips and made their way inside of her thighs during my caressing.

And I nearly lose my mind.

I lap at the few drips of her essence on her inner thigh, closing my eyes and savoring it before sucking and licking greedily along both her thighs, leaving bruises and more bruises like a trail of cookie crumbs that’ll eventually guide me right to home which is that wet treasure just a few breaths further up…

“Michael,” She sighs, her eyes closing as she sucks on her lip desperately. I know what she needs. And I do plan on giving it to her.

“Imma make you feel good, girl. Don’t worry.” I whisper, skipping over where she wants and placing a gentle kiss on her pelvic bone instead. She moans in response.

And I think that does it for me. I can’t take the teasing right now anymore then she can.

C’mere girl and lemme see how good you taste…

Slipping my arms beneath her legs and wrapping them around her thighs, backs of her knees resting on my shoulders putting me in the perfect position to dine, I release a shaky breath and allow a shiver to pass over my spine as I eye the wetness leaking from her opening invitingly. Poking out my tongue, I touch it to her slit, slipping it barely between her folds as though testing her out.

“Ahh…ooh,” She gasps as she tosses her head back in surprise, her hands clenching at the sheets below her.

Jesus Christmas! She tastes so fucking amazing! Oh my…geez. I hear her loud groan of ecstasy as I continue to graze my tongue gently along her lips, prodding lightly at her entrance. I ​flick my tongue over her soaking clit for a second, before the quiet smoldering inside of me seems to morph into an all out inferno, igniting a passion inside my very soul that threatens to consume all of me at once. Suddenly burning all over, my aching for her turning desperate and possessed, I drag her close to me and dive in.

She releases something between a scream and a sigh as I take her lower lips into mine and begin making out with her blazing wet center the way I did her facial lips the time I first kissed her. I run my tongue greedily along her opening, lapping at her juices as though dying of thirst, whilst simultaneously sucking her folds and clit into my mouth like it were my last decent meal before going away for life. Oh God, I breathe this woman…

Her hands jump up to tangle in the thick dark mass of my hair as my frantic licking increases, and I get a thrill that shoots right down to my penis causing some of my precum to ooze out of my tip as she begins to eagerly move her hips up to meet me. This only excites me more. I suck her clit in, my nose burying in the soft curls of her pubic hair as I lose myself in her, completely forgetting time, space, and reason. The only thing existing right now is her taste, every one of my others senses taking momentary leave of absence.

I insert my tongue slowly in her opening and the way her virgin walls immediately squeeze the life out of it has me going crazy—absolutely insane just imagining how unbearably tight she’s going to feel around my cock. As if hearing my thoughts, my penis gives a hungry twitch, but I ignore it, fearful that if I stroke it even a little to ease the throbbing, I’m going to explode right here.

Unable to bear it much longer, I release a loud groan against her walls as I began stabbing my tongue inside of her until it becomes impossible to continue due to her compressing hold.

As she screams my name and arches against me as her orgasm finally hits—and with an alarming intensity judging by her reactions—I can’t help but groan right along with her, closing my eyes in desperate anticipation of her juices. Right on time, her body begins to shudder beneath me, my mouth refusing to stop it’s frantic sucking even as she climaxes, and soon enough I am graced by the delectably scrumptious taste of her cum as it coats my tongue like an onslaught of the perfect candy and dribbles down my chin messily.

“Michael!” She yells, her head swinging back and forth as I help her ride out the last of her high.

Soon…she stills, her back returning to the bed and her soft breathing becoming a pant as she comes down, spent. I gasp and pull back, having lapped up all of her release I could without drowning myself, and glance up to gaze at her. Unable to help myself, I feel my lips curling into a smug grin as I take in how helpless and out of control I managed to make the stuck-up know-it-all that was once the snob that walked through my foyer but is now the vulnerable vixen in my bed, prisoner to my insane power over her.

“So how did it feel, girl?” I ask grinningly as I crawl up and hover over her.

“Wha..?” She blinks a little, still trying to push away the stars apparently.

I smirk and decide to help her out, “Your first orgasm.”

“My first…” She shakes her head a bit, still struggling to come to terms with her surroundings. Damn. I did a number on her already, huh? Finally, she sighs and wraps her arms around me, pulling me to lie down on top of her. “It was…perfect. Thank you.”

​“No. Thank you, girl.” I say softly into her neck, lazily sucking at it.

She turns sideways to catch my mouth and I let her, opening up to allow her probing tongue the entry it seeks. She begins to kiss me more aggressively, and hungrier still until her hands are pulling me in closer by the hair and her mouth is ravaging mine in a way that has me groaning out my excitement along with the pain of my arousal. Soon she catches the taste of herself still coating my mouth and she pauses in surprise. I use her shocked pause to my advantage and swirl my tongue around her jaws and her own tongue, making sure she tastes all of herself and sees just how delicious her flavor is. At that she moans and her hips shift slightly, causing fleeting friction between my unattended-to arousal and her perfect warmth. Killing me.

“Asha…” I groan as I kiss her jaw and neck, my discomfort slowly becoming too much for me. “Girl…I need…”

“What?” She sighs as I lick her collarbone.

“I need…” To feel you, to fuck you, to love you, to possess you and own you. In short, I just need…“You.”

She sucks in her lip and looks at me and I can see her nerves dancing in the hazel and specks of green. I can see her anxiousness and her worry for how it’s going to feel when I make her a woman for the first time. I can see all of that. But before I can even bother to address it, it’s immediately being clouded over by something much stronger and more powerful than fear. It’s want. She wants me to do it just as bad I want to. She wants me to make her whole and to fill her to capacity with my love for her being and the sheer lust that always accompanies it. The longer I stare into her eyes, the stronger the yearning I see there seems to intensify.

“Michael,” She says, pushing my hair away tenderly. “I want you…inside.”

I bite my lip. Suddenly, it’s me who’s nervous. What if I hurt her? What if I don’t do this right and only end up scaring her more than she was before? What if I’m not what she was hoping for? My stomach feels with butterflies but I sigh anyway and lean forward to kiss her softly on the lips, bringing my hand up to stroke her cheek. I try and reassure her and myself that everything’s going to be fine. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

She nods and sucks her lip, that nervousness flashing once again. “I know.”

She trusts me. And that’s good enough for me.

Biting my own lip, I kiss her nose and shift to retrieve the comforter that’s tossed haphazardly over my bed and I drape it over our naked bodies, shielding us from the cool and nestling us in a cocoon of warmth, our bodies heating together. Her arms wound around my neck and I bury my face in the crook where her neck melds into her shoulder. Listening to the slight trembling of her breath as her anxiety resurfaces; I kiss her neck delicately and move my hand down to slip between our bodies, turning myself slightly to give my fingers room to operate.

She moans quietly as I stroke my fingers around her lower lips, letting them run between her slit and over her clit in soothing circles. I massage her fleshy lower lips for a while, before pressing my thumb into her clitoris and allowing it to continue the sensual stimulation while my middle finger searches blindly for her steadily moistening opening. I groan softly into her neck as I dip my finger into the tight entrance, once again being reminded of the fact that this perfect hole has never been penetrated before.

“The wetter you are; the easier this’ll be.” I whisper thickly as I close my eyes and kiss her ​shoulder to distract myself from the growing urge to just fuck her senseless.

Her walls instantly contract around my digit and I have to pump a little harder to get her to loosen up a bit. She gasps at the intrusion and I slowly add another finger to the mix, now pumping both my index and middle finger into her wet and tensed hole. I can’t help but groan a little as my mind dwells on how good it feels to be in something this tight and warm, even if it’s not the part of me I want inside the most.

Thanking God, the heavens, and the stars when I feel satisfied at the amount of self lubrication she apprehends from my fondling and gentle finger sexing, I cut the prelude and pull my hand out of her, dragging it up over her breast and stopping it on the side of her head as I shift a little so as to settle comfortably between her legs.

Swallowing as the significance of this moment hits me, I look down on her beautiful face and a part of me seems to revive instantly. I don’t know what part. I don’t long how it’s been dead. I don’t even know if I knew it was dead. But all I do know it’s that it’s alive again and for the first time in so very long—too long—for the first time I feel…good. I feel genuinely and truly good. I’m so used to feeling like shit and downing myself constantly no matter how many strangers praise and exalt me. I’m so used to holding myself in such low regard when it comes to everything outside of my profession that right now…this simple feeling of contentment…this genuine happiness…is more than I could have ever hoped for.

I love this girl.  I love her so much it scares, kills, and revives me all at once.

Pressing my forehead to hers, I stare deep into her eyes and show her that I love her and that I’m going to do all that I can to make her enjoy this. “This is going to be a little uncomfortable at the beginning,” I murmur, pecking her lips. “It may hurt a little…but I swear it’ll get better. I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.”

She breathes in deeply then tightens her arms around my neck, her body already tensing in anticipation.

Wanting to help her relax, I lean down and capture her lips in a soft and sensual kiss, running my tongue over her lips so tenderly. I’m not surprised when she doesn’t immediately respond due to her rising apprehension, but when I begin to suck on her tongue in the slowest most toe-curling way I know how, I get the response I was searching for. Her attention stops wandering away to the future and she instead comes to linger with me in the present, her fingers intertwining in my dark hair. She begins sucking and kissing at my mouth a little more aggressively, her need for me returning and momentarily brushing aside her anxiety.

Taking the opportunity her distraction presents, I say a quick prayer…and I push insider of her.

She immediately stops kissing me and her face buries into the crook of my neck as she releases a little shriek of both surprise and pain. I wince as the abrupt squeezing of her walls, tighter even than before due to her tensing, has my penis feeling like it’s getting wrung out over a sink or something. It hurts some but I try and keep my discomfort out of my voice as I focus more on making sure she’s okay.

“Shh…” I whisper soothingly, placing soft kisses to her shoulder. “Baby, I need you to relax…your muscles are too tight down here; I can’t move. I promise it’ll be better in a moment but first you have to loosen up…relax…”

It takes her a moment, but soon enough, I feel her body exhale a little and slowly, the ​uncomfortable constriction on my penis loosens and she opens up for me.

I lean down and kiss her neck softly in gratitude, “Thank you.” Then, wanting to reassure her that this pain isn’t for nothing, I add softly, my voice filled with passion for her, “I love you, Asha…know that.” And please, never forget it.  

“I do.” She breathes.

“Good…”

Assured, I steady my elbows into the mattress and slowly ease deeper into the hot cave of her body. Abruptly, I come to a barrier of some sort that tells me I’m about to do it. I’m about to make her mine in the most official way and I realize in this moment how grateful I am to her for giving me this much of her. For trusting me with this much of her. I kiss her neck and close my eyes as I push against the resistance and immediately I’m rewarded with a sudden and ephemeral rupture inside of her and just like that I’m through. But not without a low whimper from Asha and the feel of warm tears on my neck that just about kills me.

The moment I make it all the way in, I begin apologizing softly and kissing her neck and shoulders tenderly. I can feel my penis pulsing and throbbing desperately as it’s suctioned by the wet and blissfully tight heaven of her newly infiltrated vaginal walls. I feel tears burning inside of my eyes and I can’t tell if it’s because of how glad I am to be with her this way or because of how unbelievably amazing her tightness feels encasing my penis like another skin I didn’t know I had.

“I’m sorry, girl,” I whisper, kissing all over her face as my concern beats out the sensation. I stroke her tear-tracked cheeks and search those misty hazel eyes for any sign that she hates me. I hate hurting her. Even for something like this. I’ll pull out right now and never go in again if that’s what she wants. She just has to say the word. “Are you okay?”

She doesn’t answer at first, her face contorted in an uneasy wince; her eyes squeezed shut and her top lip nonexistent. I feel her arms tightening even more around me and I press my hand to her hair, stroking it softly and kissing her ear as I shush her soothingly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…just give me a second to get used to it.”

“Take all the time you need, girl.” I soothe her, trying not to feel guilty as I press my forehead to hers. “All the time you need…”

She’s quiet for a while and I don’t rush her. While she allows herself to grow accustomed to my size inside of her, I bury my face into the crook of her neck and breathe in deeply, sighing as her intoxicating aroma envelops my senses.

I can’t believe where I’m at right now and with whom and in what position. I never thought of this as a possibility all these weeks that I’ve known her. I thought she was amazing, sure, but our relationship was so much more complex than any of my physical ones. I just never grouped Asha in thoughts that included us bonded together this intimately. What we had was friendship. Honest and true friendship that didn’t have to comprise of sex in order to remain strong. So I never thought much about it when it came to her, besides the occasional and natural thoughts of finding her attractive that were a given just because I was a guy and I had eyes.

But I’m glad we both got to experience something this real and untainted by ulterior motives. I’m glad we’re friends.

“Okay,” She whispers, her arms securing themselves around my neck again. “I…I’m ready.”

​“Sure?” I ask in concern. She nods and I return my face to the skin of her neck and kiss her softly there. “Alright, then. I got you, girl.”

Propping myself up on my hands, I press my forehead to hers and gently drag myself out of her, her tightness making withdrawal somewhat difficult…then I go back in, opening her up again as I slowly push along inside of her, her walls caving in on me like a hot heaven. I close my eyes and groan, pulling out for the second time, this time more used to the pressure her walls create around my penis.

“God, you’re so tight…Never felt…anything…this good before…” I groan, gritting my teeth as I slowly start up a rhythm, rocking my hips into her wetness and pumping my throbbing cock deep inside of her, pushing against every nerve in her cunt I can reach in this position. Oh, boy, she feel’s fantastic.

The next time I push into her wet opening, her lower lips stretching beautifully around my now glistening shaft, I hear her release a gasp followed by a moan, followed by her arching her back, giving me incentive to love her like I want to. I bite my lip, pleased to see that the pain is no longer bothering her. Quite the opposite actually. She yells my name out like a mantra and her hands move down to grip my waist, her nails digging into my hips as she urges me to give her more.

Oooh, baby, I thought you’d never ask…

Gripping her ankle, I ignore her confused look and place it on my shoulder, leaning forward so that I’m pushing her knee into her right breast. And just like I knew they would, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I pound into her glistening hole at this new angle, going even deeper into her than I did before. I curse lowly and speed up the movement of my hips, getting a perverted thrill out of the way her nails are digging painfully into my shoulder accompanied by the loud slapping and squelching noise of my penis impaling her wet opening over and over again, her tightness my new love.

I lean down and pull her nipple into my mouth as I change speeds on her. I nibble on her hard nub as I slow it down, this time rolling into her instead of thrusting, loving how her body begins to roll eagerly against mine as she mimics my movements, our sex so natural. I give it to her deeper and deeper, staring at her face with my eyes burning into hers whenever she can stand to open them. I toss my head back and groan, thanking God for the invention of woman, Asha’s mom, my penis, my love and this perfect opening to put it all in.

“You’re so beautiful, baby…” I sigh, as I love her in all different speeds and from all different directions…circling left…then right…going fast…going slow…going hard and shallow…going sloooow and deeeep…”Mmm baby, you feel so good around me, guuuurl…”

But I don’t even think she hears me. Her head is tossing back and forth as she mumbles out words that I doubt are in the human dictionary. I close my eyes and say her name followed by a string of heavenly praises as I push against the back of her leg, forcing her knee further into her chest and my cock deeper into her wet heat. I feel her cunt beginning to throb when I push against this particular spot inside of her near her barrier and I make a point to push it again…and again…and again.

“Michael!” She yells at me, her hips moving like crazy against mine as she rushes to keep up with my ever-changing movements.

“Mmm, girl…” I sing in response, pausing deep inside of her for a second…then rotating my ​hips so that the head of my penis begins to circle her g-spot repeatedly.

She’s about to cum. And just the thought of it gives me a thrill and has me slamming into her spot excitedly. Here comes number two…

Her walls begin throbbing in tune with my rhythmic pounding and soon…I feel them envelop my cock in a heated embrace, her back arching high, thrusting her breasts to the air and lowering her head into my pillow as she explodes hard around me.  I close my eyes and release a series of curse words that don’t even begin to adequately describe the feel of being inside of her as she releases her juices, coating my penis in her essence. I slow down a bit and lower my eyes to watch her cum, oozing a transparent white, as it gushes out of her and slides along my shaft and down her ass, her fingernails scraping the length of my back in deliciously painful strokes as she sings my name out.

I close my eyes and lower my face into the crook of her neck, the sight and feel of her orgasm too much for me to handle. As her body continues to convulse beneath me while she rides the last waves of her orgasm, I dig my palms into the mattress and literally begin hammering her heat, stroking every piece of fleshy goodness inside of her, moaning loudly at the way her newly released juices aid me in gliding effortlessly into her loosening hole.

She’s barely down from the first high before I’m already sending her on her way to meet Mr. O3. “Oh, Michael!”

I’m close. I can feel my penis pulsing desperately inside of her but I’m not ready to let go yet. I want her to cum with me. I want to feel the intensity of our simultaneous exchange of sexual goods. I grit my teeth and pick up the speed to a near frantic pace, fucking her and loving her all at once as I alternate between kissing her cheek and whispering how good she makes me feel in her ear. My headboard can be heard slamming into my wall and I make a mental note to scoot this thing forward one of these days else risk having a dent the size of Texas there cause I can’t see me going too easy on her these next few days.

“Right there, baby…” She gasps as I bury myself deep and roll into her so good, rubbing her spot and licking her lips in a hungry and sloppy kiss as we go.

I lower my head and seize hold of her breast, slapping my balls against her bottom as I tug savagely on her nipple with my lips causing her head to go flying back so fast and far that a brief thought of concern manages to interrupt my sexual flow…before I’m right back into my zone.

Oh…man, come on, Asha…come on, girl, come on, cum with me, I need you to cum; I can’t hold it much longer…

She digs her nails into my hair and tightens her arms around my neck in pleasure. Just when I don’t think I can hold it any longer, this naughty vixen that used to be this girl I knew named Asha begins contracting her inner walls around me hard and relentlessly as though trying to force my relief from me.

Oooh, take it guuurl, take it all…

I release a guttural almost choking sounding moan and slam myself so deep into her vagina, I’m sure I just broke it.

“Michael! MIICHAEL!” She screams as her pelvis starts rocking frantically against me, rolling her opening over my shaft as her orgasm slams into her just as mine does.

​“Oh, Asha!” I moan, gripping her waist in what I’m sure is a painful fashion as I fuck her as good as I possibly can, emptying my hot seed into her womb. I rock into her with my head tossed back and my mouth opened in what has to be a permanent groan and revel in the way her hot cum dribbles out of her and mingles with mine on the way out. As my cock spurts out yet another shot of my milky release into her now glistening entrance, a fleeting thought passes in my head. Telling me that I should be thinking about something…something’s not right…I’m doing something wrong but I can’t for the life of me think what that is…

Hell, I can’t think of anything right now except how much I love this girl beneath me and how much I don’t want this moment to end. God, thank you so much for bringing this to me. For bringing her. I don’t deserve to feel this good about anything…I don’t deserve this amount of perfection in my life…

Shuddering uncontrollably as the last of my release trickles out of her overflowing opening, I release a sigh and my wobbly arms give out, making me fall against her naked, sweaty body.

We don’t talk for a moment, our ragged panting and beating hearts doing it for us.

Finally, I gain enough strength to prop my upper body up simply because I want so bad to look at her face. To see if she’s still here. I smile when I touch her cheek and find that my hand doesn’t fall through her skin as it would a ghost. “Incredible.” I gasp, not sure if I mean the sex or just her in general. I gently run my finger along her nose and down her lips as something occurs to me. “I love you, girl.” I sigh.

And I know it’s true. I can feel it. I can feel it in every vein and cell working to keep me alive. I can feel my love running so deep inside of me that the word could almost be interchangeable with that of infatuation or need or just flat out obsession. So scary yet so addictive…

She laughs before grinning and leaning forward to plant a kiss on my mouth. “I love you too, Cookie Monster.”

I bite my lip and smile, falling head over heels like a giddy teen every time she calls me by that silly name. Sighing tiredly as the past few hours spent being a passionate lover catches up with me; I make to pull out of her, my penis feeling sticky as I begin to withdraw it from her cum-coated inner walls.

“Wait!” She yells abruptly.

I stop immediately and look down at her with wide eyes, afraid there’s some horrible after-effect about sexing a virgin that I never heard about. God, do they bruise easy or something?—“What? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

But she only shakes her head at me and pulls me down on top of her, the sweat of our chests rubbing together once again. “No…I just want you to stay.”

I smile and kiss her shoulder. She’s adorable. Thinking I’m just going get up and leave her after this. “I wasn’t leaving. I was just going to roll over and take my weight off of you.”

She shakes her head and pulls me tighter against her, her face burying in my collarbone. “I want you to stay…inside.” She whispers against my skin. “Just for a little longer.”

I bite my lip and glance down, both embarrassed and pleased for reasons I can’t explain. I just know that as much as she seems to want me to remain buried inside of her, I want to more. I wish I never had to leave the comforting warmth of her body. Lying here—with her in my arms, her hands in my hair, her lips to my neck, and my body melding into hers in a seamless ​fashion…It feels safe. The stage is the only place I’ve ever felt like I could go and not a thing could touch me. Nothing. No word, no hiss, no venom could scar my armor there. But being inside of her almost feels just as secure. Being smothered by her love and warmth and squeezed by her affection and her arms all at once…I almost feel invincible.

“I’ll stay.” I whisper, pushing deep inside of her until I can’t go any further and settling into her arms in satisfaction, already closing my eyes as I hear her heartbeat slowing to an even and content pace directly below my ear.

“How long?” She asks softly.

“As long as you want me to.” Is my lazy response.

She pauses. Then for some strange reason asks me, “Do you have any rope?”

I bite my lip as I struggle to contain a giggle, not bothering to open my eyes. “Sorry, I don’t trust crazy people with rope.”

She sighs. “Fine…punk.”

“Lame.”

“Loser.”

“Beautiful.”

“Assho—aww. You’re beautiful too!”

I chuckle against her skin, “You need psychiatric help, girl.”

“Sure. That’s the thing to say to the girl you just spend three and a half-hours making passionate love to. Some Casanova you are.”

I smirk. “Got you, didn’t I?”

She’s silent for a second. Then: “Word.”

……