Page 21 of Anatoly
“Okay,” Gigi says, blushing.
Fuck me!
She’s so damn young, and I fucked up. I don’t know if knowing that she was a virgin would have stopped me. I really wanted her, and I still want her.
I push off the bed and walk to the door, which must be the bathroom. I open it, and it is the bathroom. I grab the towel and turn on the hot water to wet it. I return to the bed, and I smile at her.
“Baby, I’m going to clean you up.”
“Oh my, you don’t need to do that,” Gigi says, blushing.
“Da. I want to.”
I spread her thighs, and the evidence of her virginity is smeared on her and on my cock. I wipe her clean. I push off the bed and throw the towel into the bathroom floor. I return to the bed and pull her into my arms.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m good.”
“You’re going to be sore in the morning.”
“Yeah, but I don’t care. I don’t regret it.”
I gaze into her eyes, roaming from side to side, seeking the truth. She’s happy, and that makes me happy. I don’t regret anything.
“Baby, let’s talk. Tell me about you.”
“Well, you know that I’m in school to be an x-ray technician. I’m almost done. My friends and I attend the same school. I live with my Mama. . . . . and that’s it. Tell me all about you,” Gigi says, smiling at me.
This girl is something else, so damn full of life, and makes me smile. I run my fingers through her long, silky hair.
“Gigi, I love that you’re enjoying your life, making it your own.”
She bites her lip and smiles with teary eyes, looking away.
What the fuck is wrong?
I cup her face and wipe the tears, looking at her lower lip tremble. A gut-wrenching fear sets in; something is not right.
“Gigi, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
I gaze into her huge hazel eyes, and she gathers her brow. She glances around the room quickly as if processing or deciding to share. I don’t like it. Something is wrong, and I need to know what it is.
“It’s nothing, really.”
I cup her face with both hands and gaze into her eyes, raising my brow.
“Gigi, tell me what or who is causing this fear that I see in your eyes.”
She blinks several times and lowers her eyelids, looking at her nails in deep thought.
I wait for her to process and decide to share. But I’m not letting this go.
“Oh my, I’ll tell you. It’s scary, and maybe you can give me ideas on what to do,” Gigi says, pushing up from my arms.
She gets out of bed and grabs my shirt from the carpet, pulling it on. She looks so damn sexy, fuck.
“Okay, I’m going to tell you everything that’s happened to me,” She huffs, waving her hand.
