Punk 57
His breath shakes over my lips. “Don’t do this because you think I want it,” he pleads. “I only want what you want to give me. I need to know you trust me again.”
His dark hair sits over his forehead, and his beautiful eyes tell me everything I need to hear without saying anything.
He hurt me, and I hurt him, but shit happens and love doesn’t change. He makes me happier, he makes me stronger, and he knows everything and still wants me. If he can say the same, then this is it. The real thing.
It’s us together.
My mom told me once “Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice.”
“I trust you,” I say, sinking into his mouth. “I want you.”
He swirls the wetness between my legs farther up, and I slide my hand between me and the bed, rubbing my clit as he positions himself. I’m throbbing everywhere, and my heart pounds in my chest as he pushes the tip in and stops. I gasp, feeling a tiny burn.
I contract around him, breathing hard and rubbing myself faster.
“Ryen,” he breathes out. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head, feeling so filled and good. I didn’t expect that. “No. I want more.”
“Oh, God.”
He slides in slowly, all the way, and I arch my ass up, giving him a better position.
“Holy shit,” he growls low. “You feel so good. I need to…”
I close my eyes, every nerve alive and pulsing with need. He comes down on my back, kissing me as he thrusts out and back in deeper.
“Ah,” I moan into his mouth.
“Are you okay?”
“No,” I whimper. “Go faster.”
He smiles, holding himself up with one hand and holding my thigh where my leg and hip meet. “Are you sure?”
I nod, intense pleasure washing over me and making me grip the pillows as I arch my neck back to meet his lips.
“I trust you,” I tell him.
And he bites my neck and starts fucking me harder, not holding back and neither of us being quiet.
For the rest of the night.
My entire body feels like I was caught in a tornado. My arm muscles are sore, my neck hurts, I have bruises on my hips, and my ass…
It was fun while it was going on last night, but after waking up this morning in pain everywhere, I told him we can’t do that again.
He just retorted that my body wasn’t used to it, and we should do it more.
Man, our fifth-grade teachers would be proud.
I pull into a parking space at school and groan as I gingerly climb out of the Jeep. We were up half the night, and while I’m not at all tired, I’m kind of regretting not staying home and soaking in a bath today. I’m supposed to teach swim tonight, and I forgot the Advil at home.
I reach into the back of the car and pull out my duffel with my swimsuit and change of clothes. After we woke up early this morning, Misha drove me back to school to collect my Jeep, and then he went to the Cove to pack up his stuff while I went home to shower and clean up.
I’m not sure if he’s going to be in school today, but then I feel hands come around my waist and I break out in a shiver as a whisper hits my ear from behind.
“Are you sore?” he teases.