Her stare widens, and her mouth pops open.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you from the moment we met, so don’t think for a second that I’m pushing you away, that I don’t want this with you, because I do. I just can’t right now, not tonight. You need slow, kind, patience, and right now if we crossed the line, none of those things would occur.” Her breath hitches and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard her make. Leaning in, I bring my lips a millimeter from hers. “You believe me, right? That I want you…that I want to bury myself in you, that my heart wants to beat in sync with yours?” I squeeze her hand in mine against my hardened cock, the softest of groans rolling off my tongue.
Breathlessly she says, “Yes.”
“Good, if in the morning you still feel the same, we can talk about it. But tonight I can’t be that guy, the patient, kind one.”
“Okay.” I watch her wet her lips, the need in her eyes diminishing slowly and it takes everything in me to release her hand and let her go. She rolls over, giving me her back and ending the conversation. I adjust my cock and follow suit, pulling her into my chest. Once we’re snuggled in, and my heart rate starts to slow, the blood in my dick rushing outward, she whispers, “You’re a knight, Clark, and you have no idea how good of a person you are. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
Holding her tighter in my arms, I bask in her words, letting them wrap around my heart. Never in my life have I cared for someone as much as I care for Emerson. The girl with secrets in her eyes, the girl that I intend to crack wide open. Someday her pain, her fears, her anguish will be mine to bear as well, because someday she will be mine.
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Rivulets of sunlight filter in through the blinds in the window signifying that it’s morning. Emerson is still in my arms, and my cock is still hard as steel, obviously having not deflated from the night before. Of course my brain didn’t forget about what she asked me last night either.
Claiming her as my girlfriend wasn’t a pretend thing to me, no matter what she thinks. I want her, all of her, even the broken sharp jagged-edged pieces. But I have to go slow with her, treat her like fine china, like a paper doll. If I do this, if I touch her, there will be no going back for me. I’ll never be able to let her go. After being with my fair share of women I know being with Emerson will be like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
Right then she decides to move, snuggling deeper into my side, hitching her leg dangerously close to my cock.
Motherfuckingshitfuck.
My teeth grind together, my jaw clenching. I have to get out of this bed and away from her right now because if I don’t, if she wakes up and tells me she wants me to touch her, then I’ll lose it. Slowly and with more patience than I can believe, I slither out of bed and tiptoe out of the room. Once in the bathroom, I grab onto the sink and squeeze my eyes shut.
Fuck, I want her. It’s all I can think about right now. Her scent surrounds me, it’s under my skin, in my head, inside me. There is no escaping her, no escaping the hold she has on me. Releasing the sink, I open the glass shower door and turn the water on
Shoving my pants down, I kick them away and step into the hot spray of water. Running a hand through my hair, I let the water cascade over and down my back. Leaning against the tile I let my eyes fall closed, the heaviness in my balls doesn’t seem to dissipate though and I know if I don’t rub one out I’m going to be permanently hard all day.
I’m pent up with need, my muscles coiled tight. Shamelessly I let my hand drift down to my cock, a soft hiss escaping my lips at the contact as I fist the soft flesh.
I’ve never wanted a woman so badly but refused to give in to that want. It’s wreaking havoc on my body, clearly, since I haven’t had to beat off since I was like fourteen.
Sighing, I push the thoughts away and start to stroke my cock, up and down, up and down… “Fuck…” I groan loudly, louder than intended. I can’t help but imagine Emerson lying in my bed, right on the other side of the door. I try not to think about her but the image of her in nothing, but a shirt isn’t leaving my mind. Tightening my grip, and pace, all I can see in my mind is her creamy, pale skin, with a light dusting of freckles. So fucking smooth, so fucking perfect. Her bare leg draped over mine, so fucking close to my cock.