“Only you,” I whisper as he starts to pick up his pace. I pay no attention to the pain in my back as he slams his body against me, keeping me pinned against the wall. Our mutual desire for release is our common goal right now; Blake’s swift and deep thrusts prove to be more than sufficient to reach the goal.
My body starts to tighten around him, my insides gripping and squeezing with everything they have. My orgasm feels like it starts in my toes as I clench his body against me, holding tight and using whatever I can for leverage. Blake slams into me hard as he starts to shake and moan his own orgasm. He’s leaving his mark on me so deeply that I fear my soul has just shattered, making it impossible to not only feel him on my body, but on my heart for the rest of my life.
When Blake stops moving, he leans his head forward so that we’re forehead to forehead. His labored breathing fans out across my face as we both do everything in our power to catch our breath. My heart beats wildly in my chest, harder than ever before. With great tenderness, Blake kisses my swollen lips, essentially sealing this moment as pure perfection with his gentle touch.
Moving, Blake walks us over to the bed without breaking our precious contact. He could stay right here for the rest of my life and I wouldn’t mind. My body cradling his from within brings the realization that my feelings for this man are so much deeper than just one night. From the first moment I saw him I knew he was different. How I can come to care so deeply for a man I barely even know and have spent so little time with is beyond me. All I know is that this feeling isn’t going away. I don’t know what it means, what it’ll mean for the future, but I want to explore it. I want to see where this attraction and chemistry leads with Blake.
Reaching the bed, Blake gently pulls himself free from my body and sets me down on the bed. He slips into my en suite bathroom, leaving me alone on the top of my bedspread. I hear the water run before Blake comes back in with a warm washcloth. He gently wipes my sensitive flesh with great tenderness before tossing the cloth in the hamper.
Blake slips into my bed next to me, pulling me snuggly against his naked body. “Can I stay?” he asks through his yawn.
“Yes,” I tell him, praying that he’ll still be here in the morning this time.
As if sensing where my mind is, he says, “I promise I’ll still be here.” His words bring unshed tears to the corner of my eyes. I blink several times and swallow hard to keep them at bay, not wanting to cry.
We lie in the silence of the room, both lost in our own thoughts. “Can I ask you something?” I finally ask.
“Yep,” he says, voice heavy with sleep.
“Do you have family here?” I ask. We’ve never really talked about Blake’s family. He’s always asking me about my past and family, but we’ve never discussed his. He’s never offered up any more information than necessary, and even then, it’s sometimes like pulling teeth.
“Yeah. My brother is Luke, and you met him that night,” he says, indicating the night we met. Luke was the one who invited Tara and me over to their table, but it was Blake who was magically pulling me towards them. I can’t explain it, but I was drawn to him without even realizing it.
I nod as I say, “I remember him.”
“My parents are still alive and together. My mother likes to keep us close, you know? Especially my little brother. She watches him like a hawk. Sometimes I wonder why he hasn’t rebelled more than he did back in high school. Even now, she likes to know exactly where he is and what he’s doing. I guess that comes with being the baby of the family,” he says.
“It sounds nice to have a close, complete family,” I tell him.
“It is. Though I don’t see them as much as I’d like, I know they love me and would do anything for me. Even if we were a handful when we were younger,” he says with a chuckle.
“Tell me something from when you were younger,” I prod, wanting to hear a snippet of his childhood. Blake was raised by both of his parents throughout his entire childhood. While I had a wonderful mom, I only had my dad for a few of my younger years, and I barely remember him.
“One time, our neighbor girl, Sidney, was playing in her backyard having a tea party or some shit. Luke and I used to love picking on her; she was a year or two younger than my brother. So Sidney ran in the house to get more tea, which I think was just water. While she was gone, we replaced the tea in her cups with water from the birdbath and the cookies with mud patties with worms on top. She screamed for ten minutes while sitting there paralyzed as the worms inched their way closer and closer to her.”