Slowly the sensation passes, and the rest of the night begins filtering back to my consciousness.
I just made love to the one person in the world I should’ve resisted, after almost being killed by a gang, and now we're on the run. How could my life get any more messed up?
I shiver as I look into the mirror, seeing my messy, blonde hair, my dirty clothes.
That little bit of excitement lurking between my eyes. Despite it all, despite everything that had happened, losing my virginity to Kaiden was the best part of my life. It was... amazing, and I can see that hidden smile, the goosebumps that run up and down my arms.
I wanted him for so long, and his body was made for me.
It's perfect.
But what now? Do we go back to pretending this never happened? Or just run off with the money, find somewhere safe and comfortable and just be together?
I want it so badly to be the last one, despite how much that scares me.
"Abby?" His voice is hoarse and he sounds even more hurt than he did last night, so I hurriedly splash some water on my face before returning to the bedroom, giving him a weak, nervous smile.
What's he going to say?
Is he going to freak out? Panic? Regret everything like I'd been fearing we would?
But his expression warms as he sees me and he relaxes back into the bed, his hard bicep bulging beneath his arm.
"Hey, Princess," he says and the words roll off his tongue so seductively.
I want to go over there and curl up against his nude body.
There's only the cheap, flimsy blanket covering him, and even through that I can see the regular throbbing of his cock. His eyes work up over my body, over my bare thighs, my half-exposed breasts, and I've never felt so desperate for more.
I go over to him, reaching down and touching his forehead.
"Do you need more water?" I ask, but I can't tear my gaze away from his bare chest.
It wasn't that I’d never seen it before, he was always strutting around shirtless. It's just that now I know how it feels pressed against me, the sensation of his warm weight down upon me.
His hand goes to my waist, drawing me in, and I topple down against his body, and he pins me there in one hand as he grinds his erection against my thigh.
"I need something else," he husks, and despite his bruises now turning an ugly purple, he has strength to spare for me. He reaches beneath my skirt with his free hand as his mouth goes to my neck, and suddenly I'm putty in his hands. There's no stopping him as he strips me of my panties, the scent of last night still hanging in the air.
Next he pulls away the blankets, revealing that gorgeous cock of his once more, standing tall and thick, throbbing with need as he tugs me atop him.
I straddle his waist, my mind in a daze as he guides my motions. And when he presses that flared tip to my sex, I tremble with desire and need.
"I want to see you," he says, though part of me wonders if he's just in too much pain.
Either way, though, I look down at him with the filtered daylight spilling over his body and feel so naked and exposed despite still wearing my skirt, bra and tank top. He's watching me, licking his lips as his hips grind subtly.
He doesn't push in, not yet, just teasing my wet seam as we stare at each other.
I wonder what he's thinking, and when I let myself drop along his cock, feeling him spread me so wide, I watch his face. Hesitation gives way to bliss, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips rise to meet mine, pushing himself in deep until he's lodged all the way into my pussy.
We don't even have the excuse of adrenaline, of the nighttime and the strange daze that comes with it. Here we are, fucking in the mid-morning, so wantonly.
And it feels good.
I hurriedly strip out of my top and bra, my light pink nipples already so stiff and hard, and instinctually he reaches out to grab one between his fingers, tugging it. I arch my back in pleasure and he groans in kind, our bodies grinding against one another.
He's so damn hard, and so big, and feels so good. I flutter my eyes shut, no longer able to take the fact that he can see my body so clearly that he's watching as I ride him. Instead I just focus on the feel of his body against mine, his fingers and his cock teasing me.
"You're mine, Princess," he growls as he brings his other hand to my clit, rubbing it gently. "And I want you to know you're mine for all time."
I shiver, my pussy already so wet, my entire body calling out for him as I begin to ride his cock, up and down, his hands never leaving mine.
He's able to get so much deeper into me now, and I have to back off a few times as he bucks in, taking me deep into places I've never been before.
Both of his hands move from their positions and he brings them to my slender hips, feeling over my miniskirt which is little more than a belt now.
"Look at me, Abby," he commands, and I'm helpless to disobey.