Sleepy sex is the best sex.
I still feel as though I am dreaming.
Her muscles clench around me, and I wrench my head back to watch her face as she falls apart. Watching her facial features morph into pleasure has my body climaxing along with her. I have no idea how I have anything left. I am wrung out.
“Now that is a proper good morning.” She giggles, then stretches again. “I feel great.”
I snort and kiss the middle of her chest before rolling away. “You always make me feel great.” I sit up and crack my neck, and she shrieks behind me. I bolt into a standing position and grab the bat next to the bed. “What!” I’m at the ready. I’ll swing to the death.
“Your back! Sebastian, why didn’t you tell me?” She is naked, on her knees, and inching closer to the edge of the bed. Her hand lands on my hip and she turns me around, gasping in horror when she sees the marks she left. “Oh my god, I’m an animal. I hurt you.”
“I’m fine, baby. I loved it. I love being able to look in the mirror and say that you loved my cock so much you had to mark me.”
She rolls her eyes and stands from the bed. She grabs my t-shirt off the floor and slips it on.
Damn, she looks good in my clothes. The shirt stopped right at her mid-thigh. I bite my lips and rub my chin as I watch her walk away from me.
“You’re such a guy.”
I lift a shoulder and shrug, following her to the restroom. “I’d rather be the kind of guy proud to earn your marks than the kind of guy to give them to you.”
She spins around so fast I almost run her over.
“I’m no better than him by doing that to you.”
Oh shit, she is really bothered by what she did.
“Hey guys! We need to talk. Group meeting in five!” Heaven yells from the other side of the door, interrupting us as always. The man always finds a way to interrupt. I swear to God, he listens in on everything. His random appearances everywhere have left me scratching my head more than once. It is beyond coincidence at this point. It is maddening.
“We will be out in a minute!” I sound harsh and annoyed, but Gabby and I really need to talk. I want to clear up her misconception and confusion. She has to see that what was done to her is much different than what she did to me last night.
I mean, I fucking love the bite of her nails in my skin. There isn’t a greater compliment that she lost herself like that to me. I don’t regret a thing. I want her to always mark me, to show me how good she feels.
“You guys still having sex? It’s been two days. That good, huh? Nice,” Heaven says.
I glare at the door, wishing it would go up in flames. The man is a nuisance. “Why are you still here, Heaven?”
“I thought we were talking,” he says. “So, Gabriella. Is Sebastian that good? You sure were crying out. There were a few times I wanted to come check on you. Half the time you sounded like you were dying.”
Gabriella buries her face in her hands. “Oh, God.”
Heaven laughs. “Yeah, I heard that a few times too. I guess he didn’t help much in there, did it?”
“Heaven, go away! Jesus, private moment, man,” I snip. I feel a headache coming on, and it is all because of him. There is too much going on. I don’t need more to worry about, and Heaven being nosey is adding to the shit I don’t want to deal with.
“Right. Carry on.” He starts to walk away, his leg dragging which reminds me of when Quinn had her cast on and sounded like a pirate with a pegged leg. Heaven backtracks, of course, because he always has something left to say. “Just don’t get too carried away, you know. No sex. We’ve been waiting for you guys to make an appearance and come up for air, so … no touchy. Okay?”
I’ll touch her if I want to touch her.
“Heaven,” my voice deepens in the ‘if you don’t get away from me at this very moment, I’m going to kick your ass’ tone.
“Right. Okay. Tootles.” He pounds on the door, and I groan in both relief and frustration, banging my head against the wall.
“He’s persistent.”
“You’re just now noticing?”
She drags me into the bathroom and turns on the shower. We fall into a comfortable silence, but there is an unspoken tension there. The guilt comes off her in waves, and I realize I might not know everything about her like I used to. She has changed, and I have too, but that doesn’t stop me from loving her. Everyone changes. No one is the same person they were five, ten, fifteen years ago. I passionately believe we grow to be different people the more we age, and to find someone to stick with you through all those different personalities, that is something special. To grow together and learn all the people you’ve grown to be, that isn’t the kind of thing that comes around multiple times in life.
She is that person for me, the one who is meant to be around and grow with me, while I love her more every day.
“Gabriella.” I speak in a way that gives the underlying impression that I want to talk. I don’t want to push or be too harsh, but we need to talk about this.
“Hmm?” she says, keeping her back against the wall as she shucks off her shirt.
My eyes rake down her body, and my blood rushes to my cock. As it’s filled, the sore, aching skin stretches, but I don’t care. Her body is something I’ll never get tired of.
I’ll love her just as she grows and changes, even if she doesn’t know how to love herself. I’ll love her enough for the both of us. I’ll show her in time that she is worth all the love the world has to give, and if I have to give her the world to prove it, then that is exactly what I will do.
“You’re distracting.” I take a step forward, and when she reached for my shaft, I turn away and lace her fingers in mine. I’m not about to admit that my fucking balls are worn out and my cock literally hurts to the touch right now. If she genuinely wants me instead of ignoring a problem, then that is a different story. I’ll let her have me, regardless if it hurts. Pain is something I can take when it comes to Gabriella because I it is a good pain, not the kind that leaves brutal scars, but the knowledge that love has been here. “We need to talk.” That isn’t a good choice of words. Those are the number one break-up words.
“Sebastian.” She sighs and turns toward the shower, pulling the curtain back to get in. “I don’t want to talk about it.” And somehow, she keeps her back from me.
“I do. I want to talk about it. Come here.” I drag her toward the mirror and stand in front of it, letting my hands slip down her arms as we stare at our reflections. “You’re beautiful,” I say, then I turn around and give my back to the mirror, looking over my shoulder to see the damage. It’s a good thing I’m good at schooling my face because holy shit, it looks like a battlefield back there, but she doesn’t need to know that. Dozens of red lines um the length of my back; even the skin of my cheeks is marked. There are five indentations on either cheek where she gripped me and urged me forward as I fucked her hard enough to break the bed.
“It isn’t even that bad,” I say, clearly lying.
She covers her mouth with her hand, and I think she is going to cry, but she takes me by surprise, a damn wild card, and laughs. “Oh God, why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you? I never want to hurt you.”