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Naked, in the bed of a man I’d known a matter of…days? A week? A couple of weeks? I couldn’t remember. As a matter of fact, it was hard to think back to when Ididn’tknow him, which was even weirder.
I bawled.
Just…broke, totally.
He stayed curled around me, breathing evenly, deeply, slowly. Arms resting on my bare back, not scratching or patting or rubbing. Just there, as I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, until I was hoarse and snotty and drained of everything.
He reached somewhere, blindly, snagged a Kleenex—I heard the soft sound of the Kleenex leaving the box, and then he pressed it into my hand. Tucked it down between my hands and face. It was an odd, cute gesture and I almost laughed.
Almost.
I cleaned my nose, and kept the Kleenex clenched in my fist. He never said a word. Just held me through it all. Didn’t ask any questions. Didn’t tell me it would all be okay. He just…held me.
And that, out of everything that had happened since I showed up here last night, was the scariest thing of all. Because it was so deeply, particularly, exactly what I needed, and he just fuckingknew.
I felt him slow. Release. Heard him snore.
Still holding me, still curled around me, his body between the whole world and me.
I turned, wriggled, twisted, and, accepted my place in this warm strange frightening little world—the little spoon. Accepted my place…
And hated both how right it felt, and how much I loved it and craved it, and hated how scared I was of feeling this way, hated that I was too afraid to do anything but be utterly paralyzed with fear.
When I woke again,I knew it was several hours later, judging by how stiff I was, and how disoriented, and by how much my soreness had receded.
I became aware, gradually, of Ink, still behind me, great chest at my back rising and falling with giant huffing breaths. Hot on my spine. Reassuringly steady.
He was hard, his cock standing ramrod stiff, and tucked between my buttocks.
I giggled, but under my breath. Ohhh my.
Flushed.
How easy would it be to just…slide him inside me?
Take him where I wanted him—deep. And how I wanted him—hard.
The urge to do exactly that was overpowering.
And that more than anything made me remember last night—how close he’d been to pouring all that hot wet cum inside me.
I’d wanted it.
But prudence had won—and he’d managed to control himself. I wasn’t sure anyone else could have, not with how close he’d been.
Finishing him the way I had—that’d been instinct. A need to give him the release he deserved, after all those mind-altering, drug-like, body-shattering orgasms.
He even tasted different. Better.More.
I would take him that away again in a heartbeat.
Considered it, right then.
But he stirred.
And I panicked. Couldn’t breathe for the sudden panic.
He’d want totalk. And if he talked, he’d get things out of me that I didn’t want to talk about.
