Where I Belong

I nod once, grabbing on to him with both hands and guiding him into me. The pain hits me again and I tense. Every muscle in my body contracts against his. I can’t stop. I need to do this. I clamp my eyes shut as I pull him in. Deeper. Deeper. F*cking hell. My nails dig into his skin and I suck in my breath sharply again. “Oh God,” I pant. The pain begins to shift, slowly disappearing into nothing. I lock onto his eyes and bite my lip, seeing his apprehensive expression.

He’s just as tense as I am.

He doesn’t want to hurt me.

I chose the right guy.

I relax my body completely and become familiar with the sensation. “I’m okay,” I reassure him, seeing the tightness in his jaw disappear and his eyes light up.

He slowly pushes in all the way, gauging my reaction closely. Studying my face. His lips are parted slightly and his eyes are so bright they seem to light up the darkness of his bedroom. A deep guttural noise escapes his throat as I open up to him, spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go. “I’m all the way in you, baby, and it feels so damn good.” He brushes his lips against mine. “F*cking perfect,” he whispers.

“I’m ready for you to move,” I say, assurance in my tone. I’m more than ready. I tilt my pelvis up and wrap my legs around his waist.

He slowly slides back out, keeping his eyes on mine and watching me closely. The pain is gone and the only thing I feel is pure ecstasy. Elation. F*cking euphoria. I moan and lift my hips, urging him farther. Oh yes. That feels good. Amazingly good.

“Holy f*ck,” he grunts, sliding back in slowly. He bends down and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Does it still hurt?” I smile against his lips and shake my head. “Good. I’m gonna really move now, pretty girl. I don’t know how long I’ll last though. You’re squeezing me so God damned tight, angel.” And then he picks up rhythm, his hips crashing against mine. My breasts bob against his muscular chest and I kiss him deeply, exploring every inch of his mouth with my tongue. The room fills with our moans that are in no way muffled. I’m certain people in the next state over can hear us.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“Oh my God,” I say as he licks and sucks my breast. And I know I’m close. I’m familiar now with what he can do to me and there’s no stopping it. The buildup is coming from deep within me and it’s coming quick. Like a wildfire spreading.

“You’re right there, baby. Are you ready?”

How f*cking hot is it that he knows when I’m about to come? I don’t even need to tell him.

“Yes. God, yes,” I answer.

He slides his hand between us and rubs against my *. Thrusting harder and harder, deeper than I thought possible and my orgasm rolls through me like a current. “Oh!” I’m coming, clutching his body, and this is even more intense than the first two.

First two. How lucky am I right now?

My entire body trembles against his as I dig my nails into his back and rake them along his skin.

“Do that again,” he demands urgently.

I repeat the action and he groans loudly, ramming into me and finding his release.

“Baby. F*ck!”

He twitches inside me and stills, relaxing his body against mine as we both slowly come down. But I don’t want to come down. I like this high. No, I love this high. This high is incredible. Now I understand what appeals to sex addicts. I’m elated and completely spent. I could actually die now and be okay with it. And I would like my tombstone to read the following:

Mia Blaire Corelli

Beloved daughter and friend.

Death by Orgasm. With a capital “O”

**

I had no intention of falling asleep. I had planned on surprising Tessa after my amazing night with my stranger, explaining that I was too excited to wait until the next day to leave. But after five orgasms, five, a girl can only take so much before she passes out. After taking a small break to catch our breaths, he took me from behind, bending me over the bed, and then he asked me to ride him. I was embarrassed about that at first. Me? Take charge? Then I took him in and realized how deep he was that way. So incredibly deep. I think that’s my favorite position now. Plus it gave him ultimate access to my breasts which he seemed to enjoy immensely. I believe his words were “best tits I’ve ever seen”. I’m still glowing from that compliment. And then to top off the best experience of my life, he held me. Like it meant just as much to him as it meant to me. Which is where we are now.

His arm is draped across my waist, his slow, steady breathing in my hair as I glance at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 10:14 a.m. I can’t believe I slept over. At a stranger’s house. A complete stranger. Well, not complete. He’s the only man that knows my body the way I want them to. And sweet Jesus does he know it. Plus, it felt natural to cuddle up next to him and fall asleep on his chest. It was almost intimate, our experience. It was hot as hell but also sweet. He was gentle with each new position, constantly asking if I was okay before he took me to that depth of passion and f*cking owned me. And I felt his affection deep within me. But I pretended I didn’t. This wasn’t supposed to mean anything other than a hot fling.

His warm body was pressed up against mine the entire night, our legs a tangled mess under the covers. The intoxicating aroma of his scent filled my lungs and it was slowly becoming the only air I wanted to breathe. Nothing had ever smelt that divine. Complete manly deliciousness. I wished I could keep him.

I slip out from underneath his arm and scramble around the bed, picking up my dress and panties. After dressing and using the bathroom, I step into my heels and grab my clutch.

“Hey.” His sexy morning voice grabs my attention as I’m about to sneak out of his room. “Come here, pretty girl.” He props one hand behind his head, holding his other out to me. He looks positively adorable in that just woken up way, his hair sticking out a bit and his eyes still sleepy. I walk over to the bed and take his hand, bringing it up to my lips for a kiss. He smiles, weakening my knees with his dimples. “That’s my move, isn’t it?”

“I gotta go.” I go to release his hand but he tightens his grip. “You’re trouble, you know that? I have places to be.”

His cell phone rings from the nightstand, forcing him to release my hand with a disapproving grunt. “Stay with me a little while longer. What’s the rush?” The phone continues to ring in his hand as he waits for my response.

“I can’t.” I lean down and brush my lips against his, the ringtone finally fading out. And then I start toward the door which is an extremely difficult task. Every ounce of my being wants to stay with this man, if only just to talk to him.

“Wait, damn it. At least tell me your name.” His phone starts ringing again, having been ignored the first time.

“Thank you for last night. I’ll never forget you.”

I allow myself one last look before I slip out of his bedroom. His eyes are sad, pleading even, and I can’t keep looking or I’m going to crack. I turn and leave before I weaken even more. And I know I’ll never forget him. He was amazing, and exactly what I wanted my first time to be like. A beautiful memory. That’s exactly what he’ll be.





Chapter Three


Ben

“Jesus Christ. What?” My voice gives away my mood and I’m hoping this phone call is brief. I need to get some sleep. I barely got any last night, but that was well worth it. Really f*cking worth it.