“Maybe,” she said. “I can’t say I’m sad. But do you understand what I’m trying to say? That chapter is closed. It’s gone, done with. It’s time to move on.”
My cock jumped at that, and I was almost ashamed at my inappropriate reaction. Almost.
“Now…” She encircled my neck and smirked. “Enough chit-chat. I want you to fuck me. Hard. And when I say fuck me, I mean don’t hold back.”
We pounced on each other then, tearing our clothes off, never stopping to draw a breath. When we both were naked on the bed, my eyes fell on her right ribs and my heart stopped beating.
“Have you been…cutting?” I traced her scars with trembling, reverent fingers.
“I dream about you, too, you know,” she said, shivering. “I imagine it’s you doing it. That night you looked like some kind of an angel, a dark angel, making me bleed. I would’ve gladly bled to death for you.”
“I’d never let you die, Madison.” I licked her skin as I thought someone was squeezing my heart. I never thought so much love was possible.
“Do you still cut yourself?”
“Not in a long time now. Being away from you has been more painful than any blade.”
I moved over her body, leaving wet trails with my tongue, tasting her. I positioned myself at her sweet entrance.
Suddenly, Madison’s breath hastened, a look of panic coming over her eyes.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong, Madison?”
“I…I don’t know how to do this.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work.”
Her eyes turned feisty, making my cock jerk as she punched my chest lightly. “I can’t believe your sense of humor shows up now.”
“Just relax, sweetheart.” My thumbs drew circles over her stomach.
She tensed. Now what did I say?
“You’ve never called me sweetheart before.”
“I’m doing it now.”
She shook her head, pressing her hand over my chest. “But that’s the thing, isn’t it? I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be in a relationship. We’ve never done this before.”
“Then we’ll start small.” I nudged against her entrance, making her gasp. “For now, we’ll have sex.” Her pussy was so wet that my cock slid in smoothly, and she arched her back to take me in. “Then we’ll have dinner. I’ll cook you something. And then when you’re full, we’ll sleep side by side. Naked and sweaty.” I gave a slight thrust, and she moaned. “Tomorrow, we’ll spend the day together, take a walk in the park, maybe even go to the movies.” I bit her lip as I found a rhythm inside her body. “And I’ll leave in the evening only to come back next weekend.” I was gently rocking inside her now, and her eyes were unfocused, unafraid. “And then we’ll do it all over again. And again.” I deepened my thrust, almost touching her cervix. “And again, and then we’ll do it one more time. Until we get good at it.”
Throwing her neck back and moaning, she panted, “What if we never get good at it?”
I grabbed her sides so I could pin her on the bed, secure her against my violent thrusts. I had barely any control left. “Then we’ll fight, like we always do. But this time we’ll be on the same side. We’ll fight for the same thing.”
“And what’s that?”
I grunted. “To be together.”
She moaned, long and shattering as she came around my cock. “Okay. I’m good at fighting.”
Chuckling, I kissed her citrusy lips. “I love you.”
She swallowed my words in her mouth, and they escaped her on a tiny whisper, “I love you too.”
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