I jerked my eyes up and met his soft gaze. He stared back, his eyes dark and longing. "I-It's not bad—I mean if you are, it's fine," I said a bitawkwardly.
He chuckled again. "No, Harlow, it's not my first time. I know how to take care ofyou."
"That's not what I was—" I squealed as he moved down suddenly, and his hands went to the sides of myunderwear.
"Shall I prove it to you?" he asked,tugging.
"N-no, that's fine, you don't have to. We canjust—"
"I want to, Harlow." His voice was full of that longing again, pulling me under with him—lulling me into this space we had created in my bedroom. "Let me?" He pressed a soft kiss to the side of my hip bone as he slipped my underwear down anotherinch.
I couldn't deny him—it was physically impossible for me to tell him no. And truly, I didn't want to. I wanted this just as much as he apparently did. I let Texas pull my underwear away, slipping them down past my knees and over my legs as he pulled them off and tossed them over hisshoulder.
Though he wasn't as big as Grayson or Bellamy or even Marv, Texas fit perfectly between my legs, moving down expertly which was odd considering just moments before I had wondered if he was avirgin.
I laid back and gasped as the first stroke of his tongue against the inside of my thighs shocked me and scrambled my thoughts. My muscles tensed, my body tightening as he moved in, draping one leg over his shoulder and then the other. My hands moved back to his head, sliding into the silken strands as his mouth moved from my inner thigh to mycore.
His mouth moved over me, his tongue tracing against my wetness as I clenched hard, arching into his touch. Texas moved one hand to my entrance, sliding two fingers up inside and nearly made me come off the bed. I shuddered and shivered in his grip, letting him control the pace. Whatever had been holding him back before had obviously been unleashed. He kissed my core, licking it, sucking it until I was out of my head with want. My need drove me high, leaving me cresting just at the edge for several moments before finally—thankfully—I tumbled over to the other side, my whole body clamping down on his fingers as I lifted to thatclimax.
When I came down from the high, I was drenched in sweat and Texas was moving up over my body. He reached for a condom. I didn’t know where it came from, the floor, the nightstand, his discarded pants—and honestly, I didn’t care. His head came down. Texas pressed a sweet kiss to my lips as he rolled it down his length. I kissed him back, curling my arms over his shoulders much in the same way my legs had been curled around him before. He reached between us, shoving his sweatpants down as he aligned justright.
I met him as he entered, rising up with soft pants and moans as he slid inside. He stilled, the feel of him heavy and hot as he pressed through my entrance. He whispered my name as he stroked deep and withdrew. I kissed him again, pressing my mouth to his softly before pulling away and sliding my lips to his neck. His light beard growth, barely discernible when I wasn't this close scraped against my skin, making me shiver indelight.
"Texas—" I gasped and moaned once more as he pushed back in. My eyes slid closed and I bit my lip and held on as he thrust and withdrew. Sparks floated to the forefront of my mind, creating a haze over my thoughts. I couldn't think. I could onlyfeel.
Texas yanked his head back, his hand cupping my skull as he slammed his mouth down against mine one last time as he came to a standstill inside me. We stayed like that for several moments, with him hovering just over me before, with a great bit of careful movement, he movedaway.
Exhausted, I slid down into the mattress and relaxed my muscles as Texas got off the bed. I turned on my side, watching him curiously as he grabbed his sweatpants and left the room. A moment later, he returned with awashcloth.
I didn't know if every man did it, but the way the guys took care of me—both during and after sex—made me feel special. It was a little awkward at first—I wondered if it would always be that way or if there would come a time when I was just as comfortable with them as they seemed to be with themselves—but it wasnice.
Texas cleaned me up and tossed the washcloth into the laundry basket against the wall before he crawled back onto the mattress, sliding both of us between the sheets as he circled me in his arms and kissed the top of my head. I sighed and snuggled against hischest.
"Maybe it wasn't Teddi," I commented with a smallchuckle.
"What?" Texas tilted his head back and looked down at me, his brow furrowed inconfusion.
"Maybe she wasn't the thing making me tense," I said. "Because now, I can't think of anything that could stress meout."
Texas' expression shifted from one of confusion to one of amusement as he tossed his head back and laughed. His arms squeezed me as he laughed from the stomach. "Did I have something to do with that?" he finally asked, his eyes shining withhappiness.
I shrugged tiredly, yawning as I pressed my cheek to his chest. "Maybe," Irelented.
"Glad I could be of service," Texaschuckled.
"You're more than that," I repliedquietly.
I wasn't sure if he heard me, but whether he did or not, he didn't say anything back and we laid like that in my bed, relishing in the afterglow until I started to drift. It wasn't until much later, when the others arrived home that Texas scooted out of bed and went to greet them that I realized just how monumental these changes in my lifewere.
I was having sex with not just one guy, but multiple guys. I was in love with multiple men. What kind of person did that? Well, now I knew the answer: Me. And I didn't regret a singlething.