Page 77 of Secrets in Love
Nate
Ikissed down, worshiped, and praised my brave, stunning, fearless girl. I cleaned us up a little, then collapsed against her breasts, an exhausted, sated, spent wreck.
Listening to the clock on her bookshelf ticking in time with the pounding of her heart was when the panic set in. What should have been the perfect moment, meeting my dream girl in the afterglow, became a giant ball of,Oh, fuck.
Not because it wasn’t amazing or because I held one single, solitary regret. No, it was quite the opposite. Being with Evie was everything I had hoped it would be and more. The best sex of my life with the first and only love of my life. But the only thing rattling around in my mind was Evie saying, ‘I am not coming home with you.’Confidence, and perhaps arrogance, in my ability to win her over and convince her to return to Byron with charm, wit, and a sizeable cock had been high. But after that, after being inside her, as close as two people could be, a sliver of doubt and fear crept in.What if…?
Evie’s shaking voice snapped me back to the present. “Oh God, Nate. You have to get off me. Please, get off me.” She began panicking, clawing, and punching me to move.
“Gidge, calm down. What’s wrong? Are you in pain? Shit, did I hurt you?” I kissed her on the shoulder again and again, and as I rolled to my side, I saw the tears running down her face.
“Nothing, please, I just need to get out of here.” She moved to slide from the bed, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to me.
“Tell me, please.” She looked between me and the door, clearly planning her escape. “Do you regret it? Did you not like it?”
“No!” She cupped my cheek in her hand and smiled softly. “No, it was wonderful, Nate. Really. I loved it. I didn’t think I could ever feel like that. It’s… I’m embarrassed. I’m a mess and… I think I’m bleeding.”
I lifted the sheet and saw two or three tiny blood spots. “It’s okay, Eves. Please don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal for a lot of women, and I’m pretty sure it’s confirmation that I am, indeed, the pure god of sex that you suspected—and I knew—I was.”
“You are such a dick,” she giggled sheepishly.
“So, I’m a dick now? That’s quite the upgrade from an idiot.” I wiped the tears from her face, gave her a wink, and rolled from the bed. Standing before her naked as the day I was born, I held out my hand to her. “Let me help you get cleaned up.” She made no reply. She was too busy checking me out. “Stop ogling me, and let’s take a shower. If you’re lucky, I’ll allow you to praise, preen, and polish every inch of my body.” I took her hand, pulled her to her feet, and slipped my hand around her waist, groaning to feel her soft, plump breasts pressing against my bare chest. “You blow my freaking mind, Evie Austen.” I captured her mouth in a long, deep kiss. “You are so fucking amazing. And so bloody sexy. Look.” Her eyes followed mine, and she bit her lip to see my cock once again hard and ready.
“Does it always just pop up like that straight away?”
“Definitely not. This is one hundred percent the Evie effect. The poor little guy’s been waiting a long,longtime to be buried inside you.”
The sweetest blush rose to her cheeks. “You’re not turned off? Don’t you think it’s gross? The blood and the…wetness?” she whispered. “I’m pretty sure most of your conquests wouldn’t require a hose down in the backyard once you’ve finished.”
“Uhh, nothing about this is gross, Evie. It’s sexy as fuck. You’re wet because you got so horned up and then came like a fucking champion. You have a tiny drop of blood because it was your first time being impaled with my massive schlong, and you don’tneeda hose down, not even a shower. A tiny wipe with a cloth would set you right. I’m taking you to the shower because I want to lather you up, get your nipples all slippery and soapy, and then eat out that delicious, tight little pussy.”
“Oh.”
“Have you experienced that before? I mean, I know you were a virgin, but…”
“Have I been…eatenbefore?”
“Yes, Shirley. Have you had a man—or God help me, a woman—kneel before you, spread your legs open, and press their face inside you?”
Her jaw dropped, her eyes almost popped from their sockets, and her crazy-hot, dance-toned body jiggled with laughter. “No, I haven’t, and why the hell are you calling me Shirley?”
It was hard to focus on a reply. The hypnotic bouncing of her bare breasts as she laughed required an awful lot of attention. “Uhhh, Shirley is your new nickname.”
“Why?” She chuckled. “Why in hell would you call me Shirley? I sound like that cloned sheep on the news years ago.”
“Nah, you’re thinking of Dolly.Youare Shirley, as in Shirley Temple. It’s a non-alcoholic cocktail…a virgin cocktail….get it? See how funny, and observant, and good at listening I am?”
“Oh my God. You are such an idiot.” She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the bathroom.”
“Wait, I have to get my notepad. I need to record the idiot. I’ve done a shitty job of keeping track today. You and your luscious boobies have been too distracting.” She dropped my hand and huffed.
“Touch that notepad, and you won’t touch me again. Choice is yours.”
Pretending to ponder my nonexistent conundrum earned me a slap on the arm. “Alright, then, Shirley. I guess the notepad can wait. Let’s go eat.”
Water streamed over us. Soapy bubbles dripped from her freshly and thoroughly cleaned nipples onto my head as I pressed kisses between her thighs. “I know you’re going to call me a pig, but knowing you’ve never been touched by anyone else, that your pussy is mine…mine and no one else’s…makes me feel invincible”. I buried my face inside her, nosing apart her folds and slowly licking from front to back with a flat tongue.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” She fell forward, braced herself on the wall with one hand, and roughly ripped and tugged my wet hair with the other.
