Have you ever been in love?
So in love that you believed all the lies, again and again?
Because I did…
Did you manage to escape from the hurt, the heartbreak, and the tears that came with being in love?
Did you even have time to pick up the broken pieces of your heart before they shattered it all over again?
Because I didn’t…
I gave Evan my heart, my trust, my everything, and in return all he gave me was pain.
Stumbling around in a new city, picking up the pieces I had lost, I found myself in a stranger’s arms. Cradling me against his chest, protecting me, seeing me, promising me everything I was afraid to ask for myself again.
I’m not naive enough to mistake lust for love. Love never comes that easily; it always rips you apart before it finally gives you what each and every one of us longs for. But Noah knew what he was after, and now I know that nothing could have stopped him from taking what he wanted from me.
He became the one who gave me hope again, day after day, simply by being there.
He became the one who made me whimper in bed, while he whispered dirty words in my ear, night after night.
And then he became the one who took it all away again.
This is my story, maybe a simple one for some, yet still completely mine.
I was trembling.
Fighting the desire that was coursing through my body.
Did I still want him?
Yes! A thousand times yes!
I could feel the hunger I felt for him slowly rise, but whenever I tried to turn to him, he held me in place. “I want to touch you too,” I whined, sometime later when it was becoming even harder to ignore what he was doing to me.
“Where do you want to touch?” he whispered and sucked the sensitive skin on my neck, making my eyes roll back with pleasure. I knew that was going to leave a bruise, but it was all worth it. Everything he would do to me; every mark he would leave on my body, on my heart, on my soul, on my life… they would be all worth it at this point.
“Every inch,” I answered him finally when I could gather my thoughts.
“Even my cock?” he asked as his hand sneaked in my shorts, his thumb tracing the edge of my panties, almost asking for my permission.
Holding on to his forearm for dear life, I guided his hand lower. As soon as he touched my slick folds, I heard his groan as he pushed one finger inside me.
“Yes…” I whispered, eager for his touch. It was both an answer to his question and an approval of what he was doing to me at the moment.
“That feels so good, Noah,” I moaned.
“You think so?” he shot back softly. Pushing another thick finger inside me, “How about now? Does it still feel just good?” he murmured.
I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Already too close to my orgasm, I placed my hand over his and pushed his fingers even deeper inside me.
Arching my back, I gasped at the new sensation, my ass pushed back on his now hard cock and he rocked into me, making sure I could feel every inch of it.
I wanted my shorts off so I started to push them down anxiously. God, why didn’t I have a scissor or something that would make it easier to get rid of these things when necessary. Or why didn’t I just shed my clothes the second I knew I was sharing a bed with Noah.
I heard Noah’s chuckle behind me.
“Shhh, easy there, I’ll take them off, don’t worry.”
“Hurry,” I mumbled back, still trying to push them down.
When he dragged out his now wet fingers over my clit, I started to shake from the pleasure it triggered. I was so very close to coming.
The completely dark room helped me forget my shyness, and everything other than Noah. It was just us now, it was just his skillful touch, just our breathing, just our movements against each other.
Lifting my hips a little, I helped him get rid of my shorts. As soon as they were gone, I reached up and took off my shirt too. There was no need for us to break apart again.
He was only wearing his boxer briefs, and I heard him slid them down his legs. Now, we were completely bare to each other. I was all his to do whatever he wanted to do.
At that point, I knew even a small touch could ignite my body in the best possible way, but instead of opening my legs so I could have Noah’s fingers inside me, turning me liquid again, I turned around and throw my leg over his hip.
Forcing him to lay on his back, I rested my hands on his strong chest.
As I leaned down to give him a kiss that would make him feel every single feeling that was trying to burst out of me, within an inch to his lips, I stopped.
I’m an avid reader. Therefore, a big dreamer. I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face, and of course sometimes making you crush on fictional characters. If I can manage to do even one of those things for a reader, I will be a happy writer.
Publishing my debut novel, I’m Yours is the scariest thing I’ve probably ever done before. However, it is also by far the most exciting thing. I can only hope to become a better writer with each new book.
My beautiful girl (A Golden Retriever) is my sunshine all year around, but I still prefer Fall over any other seasons. Danishes, In&Out Burger, Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, and Peanut Butter M&M’s will always stay as my guilty pleasures, and they can also double as bribes.
I’m still searching for my own happy ending. Until that happens, I’ll live vicariously through my own characters.