Page 49 of Honey Bun
I felt a new hope that one day I might be ready. I wanted Arman. I gulped my tea and saw he’d already finished his.
I didn’t offer a refill. I stood and walked over for him. If we continued on without love, then maybe this would be okay.
I reached out and brushed his warm body. My fingers felt an energy that rushed to my soul. I met his brown eyes and melted a little.
I needed him. He stood, and I lifted his shirt. He helped me and then tossed it, and once again, his muscular frame blew me away. He lowered his head and kissed me again. I sucked on his lips, and the stirring inside me grew.
I was his, but I couldn’t give him the part of me that was dead. I removed my shirt and bra so he would know I offered him my body. It was all I had to give.
His eyes widened, and his gaze went to my nipples. My skin tingled. He lifted me onto the table and sucked on my breasts. I ran my hands through his hair as he lavished attention on me. My body was on fire as he worshiped my buds.
When he finished, all I could do was sigh. He kissed me. I held him tight. In that moment, I wondered if loving him might change me for the better. Part of me hoped that could happen, and part of me didn’t believe in fairy tales.
I reached for his pants. If I proved that at least I could focus on him, maybe I would stop dreaming of the impossible and settle on the idea of forever being on my own.
I ached for him. I tugged on his sides for him to get on the table. Luckily, it was solid wood and sturdy, just like Arman. He sat, and I removed his clothes entirely and the rest of mine.
I was ready for him now. I needed to beat back my insecurity and focus on my core and how I needed him between my thighs. I touched him everywhere and felt the zaps in my skin and another feeling that wasn’t just physical. It might be too late for me, but I hoped not. I locked lips with him again.
As the kiss ended, he pushed my hair out of my face. He was a sweetheart and all mine for the moment. I decided to give him the pleasure he’d given me.
I lowered myself and played with his bulging manhood. He grew harder, and my mouth watered. I tasted him and kissed his dick. He grew hard as a rock as I sucked. He moaned, but then he stopped me.
Did I do something wrong?I climbed onto the table with him, determined to please him. I reached underneath myself and guided his penis into me.
Sweet oblivion was close, and I needed it. I quickened the pace. I was ready.
I rode him hard and fast, and my ability to think dissipated into nothing. Then I lost control and peaked. The only thought that hit me in my oblivion was how I’d failed Arman by taking all the pleasure for myself. I was too broken.
Arman
I’d taken Maddie more times that day than most couples did in a month. We were like newlyweds, or at least how I imagined married life started.
Her eyes closed, and I knew she was spent. I kissed her forehead and hoped she’d let me stay. I wanted to hold her in my arms for a little while longer. “Let’s go to the bed.”
Her face pinkened, and she shook her head. “I’m tired and not ready…”
I quirked a smile. “Not for more—just to relax where I can hold you.”
She walked with me as I held her hands, leading her. “Hold me?”
I opened the door and ushered her into the bedroom. Cuddling was a good thing for both of us. I led her to the bed and sat on the edge. “I’ve enjoyed you many times. I want you. You want me. Now, I just want to unwind.”
She lowered herself next to me. “That sounds nice.”
We curled into her queen-sized bed, and I wrapped my arms around her. Holding her close made my body less tense. She trusted me. She led our physical relationship.
“See?” I said.
She adjusted her pillow and then turned to stare at me. I reached for her hand, and she offered it and laid our hands between us.
Then she closed her eyes and looked at peace and beautiful. She sighed. “I like this.”
She was the woman I loved. I closed my own eyes. “Me too.”
“The only person in my bed at night was Aurora, and that’s only when she had a bad dream.”
I opened my eyes and saw her staring at me. My lips longed for a taste, so I kissed her forehead and lay back down. “My mom used to cuddle us, too, when we had a bad dream. I loved her warm milk with saffron.”
