Incentivized by the primal noises he made, I slid my fist up and down his length. He moaned softly and it caused everything inside of me to tighten back up.
He was in such a vulnerable position beneath me that I felt oddly powerful. Knowing that I was stirring this reaction from him was empowering.
Hugh had the capacity to physically dominate me at any given moment if he wanted to, like the monster had, and there would be nothing I could do to fight him off, just like there hadn’t been with the monster. This boy could take whatever he wanted from my body with force, and I felt secure in the knowledge he never would.
Hugh filled my cup up with the very things I had been drained of in my nightmares. Instead of inflicting pain, fear, and harm like the monster had, my boyfriend instilled power, trust, and respect inside of me.
“You like that, baby?” I asked softly, fisting the base of his thick shaft. “You like it when I touch you like this?”
His response was to close his eyes and nod weakly, while straining his hips into my touch. His tongue snaked out to trace his bottom lip and he gripped my ass as I worked him over. “Have me, baby.”
His words ignited a pulsing ache between my legs, and I quickened my pace, working him over at a merciless pace and reveling in every sexy, primal, male groan that escaped him.
When Hugh’s entire frame tensed beneath me, I knew he was on the edge. “It’s okay,” I praised, upping my pace when he tried to push my hand away. “Don’t be shy.” When he clenched his eyes shut, I licked and nuzzled his neck. “Let go for me.”
“Liz,” he strangled out, hips thrusting wildly. “I can’t hold it…”
“Don’t hold it,” I commanded, attention riveted to his impressive length. “Let go.”
And then I watched in fascination as the glistening head of his thick shaft twitched a couple of times before releasing a thick trail of cloudy, white liquid.
“Christ, I’m so sorry, Liz,” Hugh groaned, chest heaving, while his powerful body trembled beneath me. “I tried to hold it.”
I didn’t want him to stop it.
I wanted to watch him do it again.
Breathing hard, his gaze raked over me, and when he reached my midsection, he stifled a groan. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to get you with it.”
“There’s a lot of it,” I mused, glancing down at the mess between us. “You must have really wanted in me.”
“Jesus, Liz, please don’t say that,” he begged, and I looked down and quickly realized why. Mesmerized, I took in the sight of his now semi-hard shaft as it began to thicken and grow.
“Wow.”
“Ignore it.”
“You want more?” I rocked on his lap. “Me, too.”
“No.” Hugh sat straight up. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair was tousled from the force I’d been pulling on it with. “We can’t. Not here. Not when we’re both…” He paused to wave a hand between us. “We both know what’ll happen, and that is not how I want our first time to go.”
“How do you want it go?”
“In a bed, for a start,” he replied, pushing his hand through his thoroughly fucked hair. “You deserve a bed, not a bathroom.” And then, as if he just realized what he said, he looked around us and groaned. “I am never drinking those Frogs again.” Glum, he reached for the toilet paper hooked to the wall and ripped off a big heap. “I am so fucking sorry,” he continued to say, quickly setting to work on cleaning us up. “Shit, I got your top, too.” He shook his head and dabbed at the fabric between my legs. “I’m a disgrace, I tell ya. Honest to God, I shouldn’t be left outside the front door.”
“I had the best night,” I told him with a huge smile. “I don’t remember feeling this happy.”Ever. “I love you, Hugh.”
“I love you, too, Liz.”
“No, I mean Ireallylove you,” I said, gripping his broad shoulders. “Heart and soul.” I smiled. “Body and mind.”
His head snapped up from where he had been focusing on cleaning the aftermath of his cum shot, and he looked me right in the eyes. “If anything was ever to happen to you, I wouldn’t be able to go on.”
His words were sobering and hit me like a sucker punch to the heart.
It was such an unexpected thing for him to say.
He was usually so logical and sensible.