Page 34 of Loving Taylor
"Touch me," I encouraged. Her eyes met mine nervously.
She knelt beside me and tentatively wrapped her hand around me. I closed my eyes briefly as I enjoyed the light touch of her fingers.
"Is this okay?" she asked softly, her movements slow as she moved her hand up and down.
"Yes."
As she began to become more confident in her actions, she increased the tempo. I gripped my hands under my head as the motion began to make me want to take control of the situation and bury myself in her in one swift motion.
Then her tongue swept against me and I held my breath, trying to keep my control. I opened my eyes to watch her take me into her mouth. Gritting my teeth, I tried to hold on as she worked me slowly with an explorative tongue.
My muscles strained while I watched her. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. Her hand gripped me more tightly and I squeezed my eyes closed when I could feel the familiar tightening just before I was about to lose my load.
"I won't last if you keep that up," I told her, my breathing hard from the exertion of trying to control myself. I was only hanging on by a thread.
"Really?" she asked me with those innocent blue eyes.
I couldn’t take it anymore; I had taken control. My mouth found hers and I kissed her hard as I got a condom from my side table. My teeth scraped against her bottom lip. I pulled away only long enough to put on the protection.
The throbbing of need pulsed through me while I pushed her down onto her hands and knees. My hands caressed her butt as I found her heat first with my fingers to ensure she was ready to take me. I held her hips, trying not to hold her hard enough to leave bruises as I slid into her. She groaned and I gave her a moment to adjust before I began to rock into her. Slowly at first and then I sped up.
Her hands held on to the sheets and she panted as I slammed into her. Over and over again. My muscles strained. Her body tensed and then she cried out as she came.
I only lasted a few seconds more when I shuddered through my orgasm. I allowed myself a few moments to ride the rush of peacefulness that followed. My cheek was against her back as I tried to even my breathing. Then I got off the bed and left her, to get rid of the condom.
When I reentered the room, she was lying on her side and her eyes were closed. The steady rise and fall of her chest told me she had fallen asleep. I smiled to myself when I thought about how thoroughly I had worn her out. My eyes drifted over every inch of her as I walked to the bed.She is beautiful, I thought to myself when I got in beside her and pulled the covers over the two of us.
I woke her up with kisses before I made her shatter one last time.
And for the third time, she slept beside me in the bed. That night, instead of tossing and turning, wrestling with the dark memories from my past like I did most evenings, this time I slept peacefully.
In the middle of the night I awoke to find myself lying on my stomach, half on top of Taylor. For a moment in the darkness only lit by the moonlight, I let myself take in her peaceful sleeping features. But I stopped myself from trailing my fingers across her face. Instead I tightened my hold around her waist, allowing myself to hold her closer.
I ignored the thoughts that questioned my actions. I was done justifying things to myself. I knew what this was with Taylor and after we were finished it would be over. As simple as that.
A few hours later when I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes, I wasn't surprised to see the space beside me empty. But this time I didn't feel that familiar unsettled feeling at her missing presence. It was probably the fact that we now had an arrangement in place.
I rubbed my chest while I thought about my night with Taylor. A smile touched my lips as I thought about how satisfied she had been when she'd finally fallen asleep. This was unknown territory for me but I was looking forward to spending a few more nights teaching Taylor about sex and how good it could be.
But it wouldn't last forever. I would get bored, it was only a matter of time. And when that happened I would cut her loose like every other girl before her.
The only thing out of place when I went downstairs later and found Slater eating his favorite cereal was the smile on his face.
"You look like you had a good night," I said to him as I got some orange juice from the fridge and poured some into a glass.
He ate his last spoonful before he put his bowl and spoon into the sink.
"I did."
"With who?" It had to be a girl.
He turned to lean against the counter, his hands on either side.
"Jordan."
"Taylor's roommate?" I asked, not quite believing that the girl who pretty much hated me for the way I lived my life would be getting friendly with my best friend who lived his life the same way I did. We both had reputations.
I took a drink of the orange juice as he confirmed with a nod.
