7. Sassy

7

SASSY

My brain is a mess. All I can feel is him around me. All I can smell is him. The spicy clean scent of him that drives me nuts and makes me want to climb him like a tree envelopes me.

“Emile,” I gasp as his tongue taps at my clit before he sucks it into his mouth and rolls the little pearl around, tugging lightly.

“Oh shit!” I can’t stop the orgasm rolling over me like a tsunami. “Yes, yes, yes!” I scream to the heavens, my head thrown back and my hands tangled in his hair, pushing his face into my fluttering core.

Before I can even gasp out a breath, he rears up over top of me, wiping his mouth on his arm and then he lines my limp body up with his hard as steel length and drives inside of me in one hard thrust. I gasp for air, my body tensing so hard that it feels like I could break right this second. My eyes widen then close on a stifled scream of pain and my fingernails dig into his broad shoulders until I know that I’m drawing blood, leaving marks.

“Fuck! Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

I suck in a shocked breath, still so tense that it feels like I could snap in two.

“Wh—what?” I gasp out, then gulp, hard.

“You were a virgin… why the hell didn’t you tell me that?” His voice is strained, his body taut and still, not even moving an inch as I struggle to ground my shaking body.

“Does it matter?” I grit my teeth when I feel him slip inside me just a touch more.

“Hell yeah, it matters. I would have gone a lot slower, warmed you up a bit more.”

“Given me more time to freak out,” I mutter, a strained smile on my face.

“Hey.” He leans down and his forehead gently touches mine. “I don’t care about time. I care about hurting you. I know I did and that is breaking my heart, Angel. I would never willingly hurt you.”

“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t tell you. You would have made a big deal about it,” I huff.

“Hey.” He touches my cheek gently, using his thumb to wipe away a tear that I didn’t even realize was trailing down my cheek. “Open your eyes.”

I open them slightly, hating the worried look I see in his eyes. The green in them is so dark it looks like a pine tree in the middle of a forest. “Are you alright? Really alright.”

I smile and lean up to kiss his lips lightly. “I am so alright that I think you should move.”

His eyes search mine again and he sighs. “Oh fuck, yeah.”

He leans back and his steely length slips inside me, almost leaving my body until he carefully pushes back in. His mouth takes mine again and I curl one hand into his shoulder and the other into his soft hair. He feels so good inside me. Filling me. But I need more.

“Faster, harder.”

And like a man let loose, he finally loses control and drives into me so hard that the air punches out of my lungs. I moan and meet him thrust for thrust.

“I feel so full,” I groan and lift up to him. The delicious slide of his dick inside me lighting up my nerve endings until it feels like fire trails along my body wherever his skin touches mine.

In and out, round and round, he teases me, torments me and takes me higher and higher until I’m shuddering and then with one last, desperate wail, I fall over that wall and straight into a sky full of fireworks that trail down and across my skin.

“Fuck, yes. Yes!” My body shakes and shudders and my soul shatters into a million pieces even as I hear his harsh, guttural growl in my ear and his warm release inside me before it slips down my thighs.

He backs away until he grunts and comes free, his seed spilling down my thighs. He rolls up and then disappears into my bathroom, coming out and gently wiping me off with a cloth.

Shuddering at the pink stain, he dumps the cloth in the bathroom and then climbs back into bed with me and covers me gently with the blanket, tugging me tightly into his body.

“I love you, Angel.”

I lift my head, dazed. “I love you too.” I drop down onto the wide warmth of his chest and breathe him in, smiling, before I close my eyes and sink into exhausted slumber, my fingers clinging to him like I’ll never let him go.

But in the morning, all that’s left of him is the scent of our lovemaking on the pillows and the sore feel of my body that almost matches the pain in my heart when I realize that he’s snuck out and left me all alone.

I should’ve known that the chubby girl doesn’t get the hot guy.

Reality is a real B sometimes.