I Can Explain (Awkward Love 2)

“Harder,” she gasps, pressing her mouth against mine. I grunt as I drive my cock into her, each thrust with more intensity than the last.

I fling her leg over my shoulder to give me deeper range. She cries out, reaching above her head to clutch onto the bed post. My hands move all over her body and so does my tongue. I can't get enough of her.

“Fuck,” I groan, my cock throbbing as I release, shooting hard inside her.

“Oh, Oh, God,” she gasps.

Her mouth falls open as she tilts her head back. She grabs hold of my hand, squeezing it as she comes. She whimpers, her body tensing as her legs tighten around my neck.

Pulling out, I collapse next to her on the bed, chuckling softly.

She turns to me and half heartedly raises her eyebrows.

I shrug. “That's what I call dessert,” I grin. She chuckles and then rolls onto her side to study me. “You certainly satisfy my sweet tooth,” I add, tilting her mouth up to mine.

She laughs, her lips spreading in a smile as she rolls her eyes and pretends that comment didn’t make her heart flutter. She reaches for my hand, entwining his fingers in mine.

“Can I ask you something?” she says, her gaze dropping to her fingers as they crawl along my side.

“Sure,” I say. My nerves kick into gear because her tone is terrifying me.

She takes a deep breath and then lifts her eyes to meet mine. I tense, sensing the seriousness of what she wants to ask me.

“When’s your birthday?” she whispers.

I stare at her, shocked. “Pardon?”

She smiles. “I don’t know when your birthday is. Or what your favorite TV show is. I don’t even know what your favorite food is.” She releases a deep sigh. “Or whether you’re allergic to dogs.”

“Allergic to dogs?” I chuckle. “Do you have any idea how nervous I was at what you were going to ask me?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, the way I look at it, they’re the kind of things that differentiate something casual from…” Her voice trails off as her face goes red.

I chuckle. “From what?” I prompt her, kissing her lips. She swats me away when I try to tickle her.

“Look, I'm not trying to label this as anything, because it is what it is, but if I’m honest? I hope that this is more than just a casual hook up.”

“Well I’m not here for a cheap thrill, if that’s what you’re getting at,” I assure her.

I roll her over onto me and kiss her again. She smiles at me as I stroke her hair. Hearing that she’s open to this going thing somewhere actually makes me feel pretty good. I still don’t know what this is, but I do know that I like being with her. That’s a good start, right?

“Okay,” I say as she straddles me. “We’re going to play a game. You’re going to ask me questions and when I answer, I’m going to kiss you.”

She laughs. “That doesn’t sound like much of a game. How do I win? And what do I get when I win?”

I pull her arms so she’s lying on top of me and kiss her slowly.

“You get me,” I tell her.

She laughs. “Okay. Birthday?”

“February nineteenth,” I say. I kiss her softly on the mouth, rolling my tongue around hers. She smiles, then narrows her eyes.

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” she asks.

I have to think about that one. “Fifteen I think.”

“You think?” she giggles.

“It was a long time ago,” I defend myself. Then I kiss her again. I’m enjoying this game. “When do I get to ask the questions?” I ask. “This doesn’t seem very fair. You’re learning all about me and I still know nothing about you.”

She sighs. “Fine. We will alternate.”

We spend the few hours just laying on my bed, talking about everything and nothing. I can add to the list of things I know about Alana that she hates basketball, and that she loves swimming, Vietnamese food and every pretty much every clichéd chick flick where the girl gets the guy in the end.

“But what about action?” I ask her. She frowns at me. “Die Hard? Die Harder? Under Siege? Universal Soldier?” I say.

She narrows her eyes at me. “Are you making these up?”

I chuckle. I’m going to have to do some serious educating of her pop history knowledge.

I’m not even game enough to ask her if she’s heard of Star Wars.Before I know it, our evening is over and I’m walking her to the door. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I grin, loving the feel of her lips on mine. She looks into my eyes and something sparks inside me.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” she says. She takes my hand and entwines her fingers in mine, then lifts her gaze to meet mine again. “You’re full of surprises, Chase Winston. I like it. Keep them coming.”