Page 87 of Unexpectedly Wanted
“Should we… maybe now is not…” He couldn’t get a full sentence out because I kept kissing him. I might have also been humping him, but his hands were on my hips and he was helping to work me against his hard cock, so I didn’t think he actually wanted to stop, despite what his words were attempting to convey. “Should we talk about what happened?”
“No. I’m alive and you love me. That’s what I need to hold on to. What I need to feel.” I paused, looking deep into his eyes. “I need you.”
“Fuck,” he said, and I took that to mean that I could have him. When he began licking my Adam’s apple, I knew he was as desperate for me as I was for him. I dove off his lap and reached into the drawer to dig out the lube.
He was against me before I had a chance to turn back around. My eyes fell closed as he kissed the curve of my neck. His hands slid up my stomach, then I felt the heat of his chest against my back.
I was safe.
Here, with his hands on me, his face buried in my neck, and his leg hooked over my hip, I was safe.
I was wanted.
I was seen.
And I was heard.
“I need you so bad,” he told me.
That was when it hit me. He had been scared. Scared that I might have gotten hurt. He had been worried. Which meant he really did care about me. He did love me.
So, without an extensive Internet search, I got it.
Love.
And I knew for sure that was how I felt about him.
Because I’d had those same panicking feelings before over him.
He continued to touch and kiss me as we shed what little clothing we were still wearing. Then he stretched me open, taking entirely too long for my liking. My dick was hot and throbbing, and leaking so bad that the sheets were starting to feel damp.
“I’m ready,” I told him, my words coming out in panting breaths. “I need you inside of me. Please.”
“I love it when you beg,” he whispered against my ear. “I love that you want me that bad. I love that I can drive you crazy.”
He really was. I was out of my mind right now.
I felt his slick cock at my entrance. He slowly pushed into me, and I begged some more. His fingers threaded through mine, his palm feeling so warm and big against the back of my hand. Then he wrapped our arms over my chest.
I moaned as he settled deep inside of me.
He was all around me as he fucked me. I lost track of all the places his skin seemed to sear and burn mine. This feeling settled over me, and I didn’t want to let it go, even if I couldn’t explain exactly what it was doing to me. All the good things, that was for sure. All of them at once.
His body worked against mine. My body worked against his. We were in perfect sync.
“I’m going to come,” I told him, shocked that he wasn’t even touching my cock. But I’d made myself come enough in my lifetime that I knew what that feeling was. What that tingle working its way up my spine meant. What was about to happen when my balls drew up.
He didn’t say anything. He just kept slowly fucking into me. Perfectly hitting that spot that seemed to make everything happen faster.
And before I knew it, I was spilling my cum all over the sheets and moaning like there was no tomorrow.
“I love you,” I told him, knowing for sure that I did. “I really love you.”
“Fuck,” he grunted. He swelled inside of me. A second later, he was coming too, filling me up with his hot seed.
My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as sensitive aftershocks took over my body.
Reaching back, I grabbed his ass to keep him from moving. I wasn’t ready for him to leave me.
