she was in pain. It’s going to take her time to get used to my size, and I’ll gladly practice with her every day until she finds her own release when I’m inside her.
But, for now, that was everything I ever wanted and more. Looking up, I stare at her expression, trying to make out what she’s feeling, but Nesrin hides her emotions right when I need to read her.
“I’m sticky,” she mumbles, gently swiping my arousal from her stomach, and doing something that only makes my cock jolt in appreciation. She presses her wet fingers to her tongue and licks my seed from both digits.
“Fuck.”
“I like the taste of you,” she whispers, with a shy smile on her face.
“I like watching you taste me,” I tell her, with a grin that’s not normally something I offer anyone. I haven’t felt happy or at peace for a long time. Years have come and passed, and the heartbreak of seeing my family fall apart stole my teenage years from me. But as I settle beside Nesrin, pulling the comforter over us, I watch her nestle in the crook of my arm, and I’m not sure I can ever let her go now.
My father won’t be happy. I know he’ll lose his shit the moment he gets back, and I tell him what my plans are, but he’ll have to live with it because she’s mine.
And after tonight, I’m never letting her go.
“Thank you,” Nesrin says softly, dragging me from the thoughts that have taken hold of me. “I like this.”
“I told you, wild rose, you’re mine.” I want to tell her more, something so much more than just the words I’ve uttered previously, but it’s not the right time. “Thank you for waiting for me.”
She giggles, the sound melodic and heartwarming. “I didn’t wait for you,” she tells me confidently. “I was waiting for the right man.”
“Are you trying to tell me I’m not the right man?”
Nesrin rolls her eyes in indignation, but the smile on her face makes everything right. I know we’re meant to be. I can see it in the way we find our happiness with each other. She silences my demons when she needs to, but she also plays with them when they seek her out.
“Can I sleep now?” she sasses me. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day.” She’s right. I nod, pulling her into me, as we settle on the bed and look up at the stars. They twinkle down at us, reminding me just how insignificant we are. But our folks arrive home in a couple of days, so I need to make the most of the time I have with her before they return.
In the darkness, we find solace. She’s my ocean—deep and endless—and I want to drown in her. Nothing compares to being beside her. And I know if she walks away, I’ll break.
33
Nesrin
When I roll over, I find myself in my own bed. Last night, I distinctly remember falling asleep beside Damien on the roof. The discomfort between my thighs is no longer the cause of my stupidity from using a blade, but because I’ve leaped over the edge from girl to woman. I was honest with Damien last night; I never once found someone I wanted to give that part of me to. Yes, I almost lost it, almost gave it away to someone who didn’t matter, but when he walked out with disgust on his face, I knew I needed my first time to be special.
And it was.
Reaching for the pillow beside me, I pull it to my nose and inhale. Damien’s cologne still saturates the material, and I enjoy it for a short while, before my door swings open.
“You’re awake,” Damien says, drawing my attention to him. Last night was filled with strange occurrences. My aunt disappeared after the hide and seek game, and I asked Damien if I could talk to her. He promised today would be the day, but when he settles on the bed, he offers me a guilty smile.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, before scooting up in bed. My back is flush with the headboard, and I tug the sheet to cover my naked body.
Blue eyes drink me in slowly as if he’s attempting to caress me with merely a glance.
“My father just called,” he says, “they’re arriving back tonight.”
“What?” Shock laces my tone as my heartbeat kicks into overdrive. They can’t be back so soon. I have so many questions for my aunt