Page 30 of Until He Confesses

“Fuck,” he cursed, and I understood exactly what he meant.

It was indescribable to have him inside of me once again so once I felt the emotion rising, threatening to betray me in his presence I turned my face away.

Thankfully and before he could start moving, I was able to get my emotions back under control, but I couldn’t look at him. I was too bare, too exposed. It felt as though something that had belonged to him but left dormant inside of me had suddenly reawakened and I didn’t know how to contain it.

I loved being so intimately connected to him I realized, and wished with all my heart that this moment would last forever. But then he began to move, and I didn’t stop him because it felt like heaven.

He took his time sliding into me until I could take no more and then he pulled out till we were almost completely disconnected.

The wet heavy feel of his cock as it grazed against my inner walls was one that left me whimpering and writhing on the bed. I was restless as I touched him all over and then let him go. I hooked my legs around him and let him go again until eventually, I grabbed onto him, needing for him to go even faster. I wanted to be fucked so hard that I forgot my own name and hopefully his. My toes curled as I began to thrust my hips even harder to meet his and he got the message. I held on for dear life as his pace quickened and nearly lost my breath.

The sounds of our bodies slamming against each other, the groans and whimpers in between, and eventually his roar as he came inside of me, I committed all to memory. I was even more out of control especially when I turned until I could sit astride him and then I began to ride until I reached the very peak. And then I fell apart. I collapsed against him, and he caught me, his arms going around me in an almost desperate embrace.

I muffled my moans in the crook of his neck while he buried his face in my hair and this was how we remained until we were forced to return to reality.

I was satisfied for him to remain inside of me forever, but the longer we remained in this position the more uncomfortable it felt. I didn’t want to let go but I was tormented by the fact that he would be the one to do so first and thus I would be left looking vulnerable.

I started to pull away but then I was surprised when he held onto me and wouldn’t let go.

“Lucas,” I called but he shook his head.

“Just for a while longer,” he said.

I had no plans of protesting or being disagreeable but then he added.

“I think I paid enough for this too.” And I became furious. I was about to throw him off me when it occurred to me that perhaps he felt just as vulnerable as I did. Much too exposed and so he needed a reason that made sense to his head so he could do what his heart really wanted. Perhaps I was wrong, but it was reason enough for me to submit.

I rested on him and unfortunately, that was how we both fell asleep.

12

LUCAS

Sleeping had never felt so pleasurable.

I clung to her and from time to time, as was my usual habit, I drifted in and out of sleep. But through it all, I was fully aware of the woman I held in my arms. She had completely let down her defenses and curled into my frame and I refused to let go.

At some point, I had slid out of her, but it didn’t matter too much because our naked bodies remained so intimately pressed against the other that it more than made up for the loss.

We used to fall asleep together in this way when we were younger.

She would get so tired of studying at her desk, and then we would get into bed together. The moments where we could do this though were few and far between and could only be when her father was not home in case he walked in on us. And now that we were adults it was easy to pretend to myself we were all that I had wished we would be back then.

Eventually though and as a phone began to ring several hours later, it was time to get back to reality. A knock as well sounded on her door.

Neither of us moved, hoping that both would go away but when the phone kept ringing, I was forced to eventually let her go. I was coherent enough to know that it wasn’t my phone because none of my people would have kept calling so insistently if I had rejected the first few calls.

I listened as she tried to speak in a low tone, my back to the bed, and the sheets bundled around my hips and thighs. She came to lie in the same position after she was done with her call, and both of us just stared forward. Until we eventually turned and faced each other.

We both kept our emotions out of our faces but at that moment, I would have given anything to know what she was thinking. I, on the other hand, found it extremely regrettable that I had to leave and so in the end I said.

“How about that shower? I think the one million covers it.”

It took her a few moments to respond and when she got up my heart slammed into my chest.

“It doesn’t,” she said. “It’s the morning after so nothing can be done unless an additional million is added.”

I smiled because truly I hadn’t expected a different response from her than this.