"It's not crazy," he says. "I mean, it is a little crazy, but we can be crazy together." He kisses me again, not like he did in the car, which was deep and raw. This is something more, something real. This is a letting go and giving in and saying, Yes, please.
We move into my bedroom. "I've never had a guy here," I tell him.
"Is it too much at once?" he asks.
I shake my head as I pull off my shirt, my skirt, my panties, my bra, wanting to be bare naked in front of this man who makes me feel alive in a way I have been wanting for my whole damn life.
"Fuck," he groans. "You're so beautiful, Lemon. Every fucking inch of you is perfect."
"Stop," I say, "you're too much."
"No," he argues, "I'm just what you need."
He's right about that as he strips down too, his hard cock thick and ready. I'm wet in ways I didn't know I could possibly be. We're both new at this. Yet somehow when we roll in that bed, it's like we've done it a thousand times. And yet it feels like the first time all over again.
His eyes are on mine as he leans on top of me, over me, in me. He's cradling me in his arms and looking deep into my eyes.
"I'm scared," he admits as I run my hand over his bare back, his ass. He centers his cock inside of me, beginning to inch deeper inside. I moan, whimper.
"Let go. What are you scared of?" I ask him.
"Of all of this." He fills me up, admitting his truth, that all of this might be just a little more than he can handle. I close my eyes, feeling the pleasure, pushing away the pain that might be coming for me if my desire outweighs his own.
"You don't want this?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper, my body aching to give him everything.
He fills me up and I roll him over onto his back, straddling him, in control. He runs his hands over my breasts and I dip my body down, letting him suck one nipple then the next. Even as I move, I'm realizing I'm drowning in a man who might be terrified to jump into the water.
"Are you pulling away before we've given ourselves a chance?" I ask, licking my lips, my head falling back. Pleasure rolling over me.
"I want this. I do. I just, fuck, I don't want to ruin anything. I don't want to mess this up. I just..."
"Forget all of that right now," I tell him. "Just enjoy this for what it is then. We don't have to put labels on something we just discovered, you and me. We can be friends." I smile though. And so does he.
"Friends don't fuck like this," he tells me, his hand on my ass.
"I think you're right," I tell him. "Oh god," I moan, my hips moving in a circle as he thrusts deep inside of me, his cock filling me up, stretching me out, making me wet, making me drip. "Oh god," I whimper, my skin on fire, my nipples hard, the orgasm building in a way that I know is going to be loud.
"Come on, girl," he says, his hands on my hips, taking me to the place we both want to go, the end of the world as we know it.
"Oh, Anchor," I moan, panting as I come.
"Fuck," he says, his thick release filling me up, making me whole.
I kiss him, hoping that none of this ends, hoping this is just the beginning.
12
ANCHOR
Waking up with Lemon in my arms feels like a miracle. She is more than funny and kind and real. She is honest and vulnerable and makes me want to be a better man. But as I hold her, with the morning sunlight beginning to filter through her window, I realize I'm scared.
So fucking scared of messing up this perfect life she has built. I don't have the example of a mom and dad to remind me that I have what it takes to be the kind of man a woman like her deserves.
I'd like to think I do, but the reminder of that shit show of a reality TV series has brought me back to my past. That show is something I tried to put behind me because I'm embarrassed of the way I acted. I let the intensity of the filming get in the way of me being the kind of man I want to be. The kind of man a woman like Lemon Rough deserves.
I had a hell of a time sleeping last night. Lemon fell asleep easily after I buried my head between her pussy and licked her up and down until she was squirming in pleasure, the pain of the day fading in a black night sky.