Page 84 of The Torment of Two

He pulls off my clit long enough to breathe out, “Come first, Gemma. Come all over my tongue, pretty girl.”

His words have me spiraling with lust and love and longing. I don’t ever want to lose this feeling. Two has opened me up to a world I never knew existed. He expertly massages me inside my body while teasing me on the outside. It doesn’t take long before I detonate with a strangled cry. He reaches a long arm up my torso and covers my mouth, stifling the sound while I quiver and jolt from my orgasm.

Sensing I’m past the loud part, he removes his hand off my mouth and then pulls his fingers out of me. I feel empty and boneless. When he gets off the bed completely, my heart starts to pound with panic.

“W-Where are you going?”

He returns seconds later, flashing a condom at me. “I’m still here, Golden. I’m always here.”

I watch in fascination as he tears open the foil and slides the rubber down over his impressive cock. Then he uses his wet fingers to coat the outside of his sheathed cock.

“Ready?”

“More than ever.”

With his cock in hand, Two prowls over my body until our mouths meet for a fiery kiss. I can taste the distinct flavor of my own juices on his tongue mixed with a faint hint of butterscotch. I decide it’s not terrible and I love how it got to be there in the first place. He lines up the tip of his cock against my center but doesn’t push inside.

“I fucking love you,” he whispers against my mouth. “I think I have since the second I saw you.”

Before I can react, he begins pushing his thickness into my tight body. I whimper, a mix of pleasure and slight pain. My eyes sting, still hung up on his profession.

He loves me.

Can he love me so soon?

Are we crazy to be in love?

I decide I don’t care about timelines or what should be. I focus on the here and now. Us. The perfect beauty of the two of us coming together. He sinks all the way into my body and I hear him chanting something against my ear.

“Relax. Gemma, baby, relax. Don’t cry. Should I stop?”

I come to, realizing I’m quietly sobbing. But not because I want him to stop. It’s because he’s perfect for me. I love him too.

“Don’t stop,” I croak out. “I need you to keep going. I need this.”

He finds my mouth again, kissing me so reverently I start to cry harder. I feel like an idiot for crying during sex, but it’s just so…powerful.

“Babe, tell me if I’m hurting you,” he pleads, sounding pained. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m no expert at this. If I’m doing it wrong—”

I silence him with a desperate kiss, digging my heels into his ass cheeks and drawing him closer to me. The kiss quickly turns frantic and then he’s thrusting inside me. Yes, it burns. Yes, every push inside me feels like he’s wrecking my inexperienced body. Do I want to stop? Hell no.

The next few moments go by in a blur of moans, pleas, and buzzes of pleasure. Though I can’t make myself come again, I’m eager for him to orgasm. Not just because I want that for him, but because I’m already feeling so sore. I imagine it’s something my body will get used to with time. Finally, he grunts and then stiffens. I cry out when he nips at my lip. Then, pulsing can be felt inside me as his cock unloads.

This only goes on for a few seconds and then he collapses on me, completely spent. As we both relax, I stroke my fingers up and down his muscular back. We’re both slick with sweat. My throat is dry and I’m not sure I can even speak. Luckily, we’re able to just lie there for a bit. The only sound is our rapid breathing that eventually slows.

“You okay?” Two asks, breath tickling over my breast where his head rests. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“It was perfect,” I rasp out. “Thank you.”

“It was perfect for me too. Now that we’ve done this, I’m going to want to bang the shit out of you every time I see you.”

I snort out a laugh and immediately stifle it. “That could get awkward considering we’re around others most of the times we’re together.”

“Fuck others,” he says grumpily. “When I move out, I’m going to have you every night in my bed.”

That sounds like something to really look forward to.

I want to ask him about meeting his dads soon. Despite our secret being revealed, we haven’t found a time that works for everyone. With me and Two knee-deep in our project and obsessed with each other, neither of us has tried very hard to make this happen. Deep down, I wonder if Two’s still apprehensive about the meeting and is avoiding it. I know I’m a bit nervous.

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