Rich Prick – Tijan Page 0,59
me in the palm of his hand, and his thumb caressed my nipple.
I’d never thought about dating. It wasn’t that I didn’t like boys. I did. I crushed hard on them, but I worried they wouldn’t want me. It had settled firmly in me and taken root, holding me down. Then Blaise happened, and I was still trying to catch up.
I was still trying to catch up, but this morning, even if I’d been considering remaining a virgin, that was gone. He’d been destroyed last night. I didn’t know what had happened, but I would. Until then, I’d just hold him.
And this morning, I was going to love him.
I wouldn’t say the words, but that’s how I felt. I knew I’d been falling.
It was done. I was over the edge.
I was his, for as long as he needed me. I was his.
I was resolved. And feeling that surety, I took his hand and guided it between my legs.
It was as if that was the last permission he needed.
His kisses grew more insistent. He thrust hard against me, pushing aside my underwear and sinking in. He curved his fingers into me, thrusting in rhythm from behind.
The pleasure was building.
Climbing.
I’d never, ever, thought this would happen to me.
I’d never thought someone would care for me like this, would need me, would come to me when they were wrecked.
Love and the need to protect him, care for him, made everything so much stronger. Clearer. I reached behind me. I needed more of him.
I didn’t care about anything. Only him. Only this moment. Only us.
I couldn’t reach him, so I pushed at my underwear, pulling it down as the throbbing overwhelmed me. It pulsated through me.
He paused, his mouth at my ear. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes. Please.”
He groaned and leaned up, his mouth finding mine.
He turned us, moving more slowly. Gentle. He held himself above me, and the look in his eyes broke my heart, but in all the right spots. I was shattered, moved beyond words, because whether he knew it or not, I saw love shining back to me.
I reached up, cupping the side of his face, and pulled him down to me. His lips melded to mine, and it was like the last turn of a key in a lock. He reached over the side of the bed, pulling a condom from his wallet. A second later, I felt myself open, almost magically, even as he slid inside of me. There was pressure there, the barrier, and he paused, a soft curse slipping from him as he kissed my neck. Then he thrust through, breaking it, and sank deep into me.
He held still, holding me fiercely.
He turned, nuzzling my throat before lifting to my mouth. “I didn’t know. I didn’t think.”
I shook my head. “The pain’s almost gone.” And it was.
He waited, letting me adjust to him, and when I began to move my hips, he moved slowly with me. He let me set the pace. As pleasure overtook the pain, I felt amazed. I hadn’t known this would be what it felt like.
It was so good, and it was with Blaise.
I wound my arms around him, my fingers sinking into his skin, as if I could climb out of my own to be even closer to him.
He thrust harder, rubbing against me, and then it was only the sensations. I was almost fevered, needing more and more.
“Fuck, Aspen.” He moaned, a hand to my hip as he lifted himself, only to sink farther inside of me. He hit a deeper angle and pushed me over the edge, my body trembling and jerking with my orgasm. Waves and waves hit me. I rode them out, loving them, as Blaise waited until I was done.
He held himself still, watching me.
I looked back at him, knowing this morning had changed me. It wasn’t just the sex. It was more than that—last night, realizing I loved him, and yes, this morning too. All of it swept through me, overloading my body, but I knew he needed to finish.
I reached up, pulling him back to me. I kissed him, tasting him. “I’m okay.”
His arms flexed, still holding me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I ran my hands down his back to his hips, and I lay back, my hips rolling against his. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He groaned, his lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue slipping inside and tasting me as he began to move inside of me again. This time was for him.
He thrust