17
Pandora
My eyes slowly open when I feel a kiss on my bare shoulder where my shirt has fallen off. His clothes are all so baggy on me. I oddly enjoy wearing them. I roll over on the bed in order to face him.
“I fell asleep.” I yawn.
“You did. I came back to find you and Shah cuddled up. You were both out cold.” I try to sit up to look for the adorable cat. He makes a good napping partner.
“Where did he go?” Another yawn leaves me. I fall back onto the soft bed. I don’t know how I’m ever going to return to the futon I have in my place. Gaines’s bed is so comfortable; it’s like sleeping on a cloud. Not to mention all the food and the too-sexy-for-my-own-good man that keeps giving me orgasms. I mean, no one could resist this temptation.
“He went to eat.”
“My tiramisu.” I throw my leg over his body. His hand comes to the side of my thigh and slips up under his shirt.
“I put it back in the refrigerator. Would you like me to go get it?” As much as I love that dessert I’m enjoying Gaines’s hand on me more.
“Later.” I stretch, pushing myself more into him. “Have you been watching me sleep?”
“I was until you rolled over.”
Something feels different. I’m not sure what it is.
He reaches for my necklace. “There’s history to this.” It’s not a question.
I don’t say anything at first, but his continued stare lets me know that I’ll have to give him something.
“Yes. My grandma gave it to me.” I decide to go with the simple truth.
He examines the key, turning it over.
“You never take it off.” Again, it’s not a question. At least it doesn't sound like one.
I’m not sure where he’s going with this. I pull on the chain so he drops the key, then I tuck it back into my shirt. Well, his shirt.
I push on his shoulder so he rolls to his back, then I climb on top of him, straddling him. I need to distract him from wherever that line of questioning was going. When my sex presses into his warm skin, I remember I don’t have any panties on. My breath catches with how fast I become turned on. He always does this to me.
“I’m not taking it off.” I don’t want to talk about the necklace anymore. I also don’t care for his sudden interest in it. I want to forget about everything else for right now. This has been the first time since I lost my grandma that grief hasn’t threatened to consume me. I want to be selfish in this moment and bask in this newfound happiness he’s given me.
“Do you take other things off?” He smirks and puts his hands behind his head. I reach for the shirt and pull it over my head to let him know I’m willing to part with everything else I’m wearing.
“Fuck, you’re breathtaking.” He starts to reach for me, but I stop him.
“It’s my turn.” I never get a chance to explore him. He always distracts me with pleasure before I get the chance.
He reaches over his head and grabs on to the headboard. His muscles flex, making the wood creak. I trace my fingers down his hard chest to his abs. The man really is a work of art. It’s not shocking the bidding went so high on him.
“I shouldn't do this.” I push myself further down his body, gasping when my sex grinds against his cock.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
I grab the top of his boxer briefs and lick my lips. The thought of giving him the same kind of pleasure he gave me spurs me on.
“I said I shouldn't. Not that I didn't want to.” I want to taste him. Making him needy the same way he does to me. More than anything, I want to leave a mark on him. For him to remember me when my time here comes to an end. We may not have forever, but we have right now. I plan to make the most of it.
I give his briefs a tug and watch as his cock springs out. My eyes go wide as I stare at him. I felt him before. I knew he was big, but seeing it is something else altogether. This math does not add up in my brain. There is no way he’ll ever fit inside of me. This only further proves that he’s not meant to be mine.
“Pandora.” I look up at him. His jaw is set in a hard line. The headboard gives another loud creak. The sound excites me. It’s like he’s trying his hardest to maintain control. I have to close my legs to mitigate the throb between my thighs. My need for him is evident by the wetness that already soaks me. My body doesn’t care that he might not fit. It plans to try its hardest to get him inside of me. Even if it's an inch or two. That might be enough. “Wrap your hand around me,” he orders. My nipples tighten. I enjoy him telling me what to do.
I lick my lips and put my hand around the base of his cock. It’s softer than I thought it would be. “Like this?” I stroke him up and down. He lets go of the headboard and sits up. His hands wrap around mine.
“Harder.” He helps me stroke him. A small bead of cum wells on the head of his thick cock. I lean down and lick it off.
“I like it.” I look up at him as I take more of him into my mouth. I wiggle, trying to give myself some kind of friction to help the throb between my legs. He keeps helping me stroke him as I swallow another few inches of him. More cum leaks into my mouth, making me suck harder. I want more. I hear him say my name, but I keep going, unable to stop myself. I want to make him come like he did me.
“Pandora.” He grabs me. His cock slips out of my mouth before he pins me to the mattress. His eyes are wild, his breathing is labored.
“I wasn't done.” I lick my lips, still tasting him there.
“No, we’re far from done.” He knees my legs apart. The fear of him fitting inside of me is long gone. I need this. I don’t care if we’re not supposed to be together right now. I want him. The head of his cock slides along my sex, brushing my clit.
I dig my nails into his back as my hips lift, begging him to enter me. I give in to my desire. Everything has been decided already. I know without a doubt that this is all part of it. He was meant to take my innocence. He’s a step on the journey to fulfilling my destiny. One that I need to take, I reason with myself.
“Gaines.”
“Say you’re mine.” He pushes the head of his cock inside me. It slips in so easily.
Maybe I should be embarrassed with how wet I am. I’m not. He did this to me. I try to lift my hips more, but he doesn’t let me.
He keeps me pinned to the bed, totally under his control. “Say it,” he orders.
“I’m yours.” For tonight there is only us. I’ll worry about destiny tomorrow.
18
Gaines
Those words on her lips are a dose of ecstasy through my veins. I push farther inside, feeling her soft, slick walls squeezing me in a perfect vise.
Biting back a groan, I ease deeper. Slowly. She grips my biceps, her eyes closed tight.
“Look at me.” My voice is low, harsh. Raw, just like me in this moment.
She obeys, her eyes open. “Don’t stop,” she breathes.
I’m savoring every second, every sensation. This treasure is far dearer than anything I’ve ever found, and I won’t squander it.