“Are you okay?” he asks, holding himself still and his tenderness with me melts whatever reserve I still had hidden in my heart.
“Take me, Travis. I need you to take me. I don’t want you to hold back. I want to belong to you.”
“You do belong to me, Lee. You’re mine and I’m never letting you go.”
“I don’t plan on going anywhere,” I assure him, as he begins moving. He tunnels in and out of me, slow at first and then harder and faster.
I love every second of it. I wrap my legs around him tightly, giving him an angle to push deeper as we move together in perfection—as if we’ve always been together.
It’s just that natural.
“I want you to come for me, Lee. I want to feel you fall apart while I’m painting your womb with my cum. I’m going to claim you in every way possible, baby.”
His words are almost enough to make me come instantly. I lick my lips as I move my hips in rhythm with him. Travis pumps into me over and over and I squeeze his cock so tightly that I moan at how good it feels. I feel his cock jerk deep inside of me, feel his hot cum jet into me and I milk his cock, desperate to join him. His hands wrap in my hair, pulling my head back. I arch my neck, the tingle of pain only adding to my pleasure. When Travis bites against my neck I lose it, and come, crying out his name.
Travis holds onto me as we ride out wave after wave of pleasure together. It seems like forever that we lay there tangled with one another, our skin wet from exertion and the smell of sex is sweet and dirty in the room. I stretch, loving every second of it, my muscles tender and well used.
“Did I hurt you?” Travis murmurs against my shoulder.
“I never knew pleasure like that existed,” I respond, smiling as I place a kiss against his chest.
“It didn’t,” he says, pulling away to look at me. “There’s no way it could until we got together. We were made for one another, Lee. Call it fate or destiny, I don’t care. I just know that you and I are meant to be together.”
“I think so, too.”
“God, you are perfect,” he says, taking my mouth. I lose myself in his kiss and in the promise his words hold. Without realizing it, my hips begin rocking against his body, as his kiss begins to arouse me all over again.
“Ready for round two?” he asks.
“Technically, I think this will be round three for me.”
He grins. “All the better. Think you can handle more?”
I press against his shoulders and Travis falls to lay on his back. Then, I move so that I’m straddling him. His cock is already hard again and pressing against my center. I rock against him, making him groan.
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” I respond with a smirk, lifting up so my hand can wrap around his cock and I can guide him inside of me. “I’ll handle anything you want to give me,” I assure him.
“Just like I said,” he responds. “Perfection,” he praises me and as we kiss, for the first time in my life I really do feel perfect.
Sixteen
Lee
I pull the towel away from my hair and start to brush it out as I take in my puffy pink lips, bruised from being thoroughly kissed all night and into the morning. My cheeks are almost red—both warmed from the steam in the shower and from everything Travis just did to me in there.
Some of which I didn’t even know was possible.
I’ll never look at the shower the same. My favorite had to be me holding onto the faucet while he drilled into me from behind with a fist full of my hair. When he smacked my ass, I thought I was going to cum right then.
I hum happily as I finish putting on my makeup, getting ready for work. I have everything but my shirt on, so as not to get makeup and hair all over it. Travis is around somewhere, nothing but a towel hitched on his hips as he looks for his lost cellphone.
It feels so normal and yet extraordinary at the same time. I love him. I don’t know what to do with that and there’s still a part of me worried about the future. I can’t stop the feelings I have for him, however. I don’t really want to. After last night, I know that I belong to him. I’m in this for the long haul. I just need to take each day as it comes. I need to slow down, though. I came so close to telling Travis that I loved him last night—and again this morning. I’m not sure how he would have reacted to that. I want to blame it on all the happy hormones he released with the mind-shattering orgasms he gave me all night, but I know that it’s more than that.