“We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”
Though how I would keep my calm next to my girlhood crush, when he’s lying there, glistening and bare-chested, looking gloriously tough after putting his life on the line for us both…
He doesn’t quite let go of my arm though, and no sooner are the heels off than he tugs me in. I land upon his lap, where he clearly intended me, and he pays no heed to the pain that must’ve caused on his battered form.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had so clear a view of what to do in my head than right now, Abby,” he says, his voice deeper, darker. Filled with lusty desire that made him into a man that was irresistible to all the ladies.
Me included.
“I saw my life flash before my eyes back there,” he says, continuing on as he looks over my face before resting his gaze back to mine. “And my only regret… was not letting you know how much you meant to me. How much… how much I fuckin’ wanted you in my life. In every way.”
I pause there, in part because I’m afraid of hurting him, and in part because I’m simply stunned by his words. There’ve been hints, clues, little subtle things that I kept thinking were all in my head, but now...
Now there’s no denying it.
Staring up at him, I swallow, and my lower lip trembles as his hand moves from my hand, running up my forearm, then my bicep, then up to my jaw, forcing my gaze to not falter from his.
“I know it’s wrong, dammit,” he curses, the words so raw and unhindered, spilling out after long being kept in check. “And you can pull away at any time and I’ll stop… pretend none of this ever happened, if you will, Princess. But… fuck it.”
That was that. He had lost his patience for words, and simply pressed in, pushing his lips to mine and kissing me hard and deep. His eyes shut as our mouths melded, his tongue sliding between the seams of my lips and beyond, despite the groan of pain he couldn’t suppress.
I’d thought about it for so long, daydreams and fantasies alike all centered on those lips meeting mine, yet the reality of it could never have compared to those thoughts. Of how firm his lips are yet how soft and yielding they are against mine, how insistent he is. My breath is short, and I can barely contain myself as his tongue caresses mine.
My better judgment tells me to do just what he offered. Pull away. Stop it. Stop him. This is wrong.
But I can’t. There’s a shy, hesitant moan that escapes me, and no matter how wrong it is, I’ve wanted him for so long...
Kaiden pulls me in closer against him, all the bruises and battered bones be damned, he wants me pressed in against his flesh and that’s what he takes. And I can feel him… so lewdly pressed beneath me, that manhood which had pleasured so many women just a couple of feet from me through the walls between our rooms… it was now not even an inch away.
Separated only by his dusty jeans.
Our lips smack, and he wraps both arms around me, resting his hard, strong hand upon my thigh running up to my hip as he squeezes and rubs at me. He’s insatiable for me, and his every motion speaks to that. There’s no longer any hiding just how deep the well of his emotions run.
They run at least as deep as my own.
And the fact that I don’t pull away, that I don’t run, that speaks volumes and only encourages his motions.
Most of my clothes are torn, my miniskirt barely covering my ass, my tank top stretched and loose. I feel dirty, sore, and yet I don’t care about any of that.
Instead I push back against him, my hand going to his shoulder as I rub him.
I can’t believe it’s finally happening. It’s so surreal, but if it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
Those strong fingers of his slide up along my thigh, in underneath my skirt to grasp at my bare cheek to the side of my panties. My shame is cast aside by him as he kisses me deeply and feels my body.
It isn’t long before he pushes me over, onto my back atop the bed as he comes with me. His big, broad form looming large as he kisses me, feels me.
Appreciates my every inch.
It’s like a testament to how great his desire for me is, and how strong he is, that his powerful body holds itself up over me with all feelings of pain pushed aside. Forgotten.
And with it went all the cultural taboos. The fact that we both know this is forbidden, if not legally, then socially. The fact that we both know we’re off-limits to one another.
The fact that that’s what’s kept us apart for so long.
But with his heavy, muscular body weighing down on me, I’ve never felt more right. Despite the fact that I’m a virgin, that I’ve never gone further than a little touching with a guy, and had heard him screw so many women, that was what got me the most.