“Ethan!” She yelps, dropping down on me. “H-hold me, please,” she whimpers, rolling her pussy up and down on my cock, taking me deep with these incredible strokes.
I lift my upper body and I wrap my hand around the base of her neck. She keeps pumping me I sling my other arm around her. I slam us together, pressing us so tight that we’re bound in sweat and slick with my cum all over her.
She’s fucking mine. Emmaline’s cumming all over my cock and covered in my cum. Our cum is on our mouths, our lust fills the air, and my cock is already bursting out another load, deep in her pussy. “Fuck,” I wrap both my arms around her and bury my face in her neck, kissing and licking the curve of her collarbones and her neck. “You’re fucking…,” I almost say mine but I let myself say something else that is true, “…perfect.”
Goddamn, I hold her as she collapses against me, and I carry her to my bed. We spoon, my cock still inside her the whole way I carry her and I don’t want to slide out of her to get in bed. But if I keep my dick inside her, I will fuck her again. She’s already going to be sore the next day from how hard I fucked her. I fucked the shit out of a virgin girl, so I know that I’ve got to give her time to be able to adjust and breathe and all those things that are supposed to keep her alive.
But what I really want is to hold her and never let her go. I don’t know how either of us is going to live after this. I need to be able to fuck her like this for hours every day. And as hungry as she was for me, Emmaline won’t do well without me, fuck, I know it.
She falls asleep. I hold her, stroking her hair. She whimpers my name out in her sleep and presses a kiss to my chest, so light I might have missed it.
But how could I ever miss anything that comes from Emmaline? I’ve never, ever felt this way before. I’ll never feel this way ever again.
But I know more than ever now that I have to stay away from Emmaline. How much I need her, crave, have to have her…if I care about her, I won’t subject her to this. I won’t devour her. There’s a whole future for her that needn’t involve me. I wasted my life away waiting for the perfect woman, and I just can’t have this one. This one and only perfect for me woman that’s breathing against my heart so softly.
Fuck, I’m fucking gone for her.
Emmaline
I grip the steering wheel of my car, hard, desperate to get physical purchase since my emotional wellbeing is tumbling down the stairs of my mind.
Ethan is so incredibly, painfully right.
I’m that girl. I hate to be that girl, but, like, I so fucking am because there is no denying the truth now.
I love Ethan. I love Ethan more than I knew that I could. But after giving myself to him the way I did, and how he felt inside me. I’ll never feel truly alive again until I feel Ethan eat my breath off my lips while he drives his cock inside me. I know I’m in love with him. Completely fallen for him. And what am I supposed to do with my life now? What do I do with that?
I'm dangerously close to playing a sad song at top volume and singing alone in my most shrill voice because that’s the level of emotionally overwrought I am right now.
I’m not like my mother, or Ethan, able to read people. I don’t know if Ethan is falling for me, too, or not.
Fuck, I’m crushed at the possibilities weighing down on my brain right now. I don’t just want Ethan anymore, everything inside me is majorly bordering on need. But all my mind wants to do is remind me of all the very clear and obvious, big honking reasons that our relationship i
sn’t that. Ethan and I? We could never work.
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
I will take three deep breaths, and then I will call Delia.
Inhale.
Everything is terrible and I want to drive my car into a tree and die with Ethan's cum still inside me.
Well, aren’t I dramatic?
Exhale.
Okay, let’s try again.
Inhale.
It was just sex though, right, like why am I being crazy?
Exhale.
As fucking if. I’m not losing my mind for nothing over here.
Inhale.