Page 92 of One Little Mistake
After an eternity, she nods. “Y-Yes.”
Hope and pride bloom in my chest at the trust she’s instilling in me. I’ll never take that for granted, and I tell her so.
“I know that’s hard for you to admit. Thank you for trusting me.” I run a hand between her legs, and my dick twitches painfully when I see how wet she is. “This is going to be fast, and hard. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she pleads. I feel like I’m fucking ten feet tall.
Standing, I quickly shed my clothes and realize I don’t have a condom. “Fuck. Lex, I don’t have a condom.”
She peers over her shoulder, and sadness fills her eyes. “It’s not like I can get pregnant, East. You’re still clean, right? You-You haven’t been with anyone else?”
Fuck me.
“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m still clean. I’ve never been one to sleep around, and you’re it for me.” My response is raw with emotion I rarely share.
She nods, then whispers, “Okay.”
The air has shifted around us, and the last thing I want to do right now is fuck her.She needs my love. So, instead, I sit my ass on the ground and lean up against the wall.
“Come here, Lexi.”
Confused, she sits back on her heels and glances around the room.
“Come here,” I repeat.
She stands so gracefully that I’m mesmerized by the way her naked body moves. When she’s in front of me, I hold out my hands, which she takes without hesitation. Then, giving a gentle tug, I pull her down to straddle me. Once she’s seated, I bend my knees so she can rest against them.
“Wh-What are you doing?” she chokes out.
“I don’t want to fuck you anymore. I want to love you. Let me love you, Lexi.”
Tears pool in her eyes, and she glances down. That’s not going to work for me.
“Look at me, Locket.”
She’s such a fucking good listener when she’s naked. The thought almost has me laughing out loud until her sad eyes find mine again.
Grabbing my cock with one hand, I scoot her forward with the other so I can rub my length along her seam. When the ridge of my head hits her clit, I see her eyes roll.
“I want your eyes on me the entire time. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Get up on your knees for a second.”
When she raises up, I position my shaft at her entrance. I know she thinks she will control our rhythm since she’s on top, but I have no intention of letting that happen. Lowering her body, she impales herself until I’m fully sheathed by her quivering walls.
“God, you’re big,” she hisses.
Pulling her mouth to mine, I let our lips brush against each other. “Just breathe. When you’ve adjusted to me, I’ll move.”
We sit forehead to forehead for a few intense moments. The intimacy shared in these quiet minutes causes my heart to flutter rapidly.
“Okay,” she finally exhales. “I’m ready.”
Planting my feet, I wrap one arm around her waist and hold her perched a few inches above me. I leverage our weight between my feet and back that’s pressing into the wall. Then, when I’m sure we’re steady, I lift my hips and pummel into her wetness.
Her hands fly to my shoulders to steady herself, and when her nails dig into the skin, I growl my approval.
