Page 48 of Glad You're Here

Apparently, she felt the same way. Thea sat up and shoved me roughly against her pillows with that familiar fire in her eyes. She straddled me and centered herself on my dick. I closed my eyes in ecstasy at the feel of her warm tightness. “Look at me,” she demanded. Obedient Thea was gone.

I grinned at her and opened my eyes.

Shit. Condom.

“I have a condom in my jeans pocket on the floor.” I gripped her hips and slid her off of me for a second. My chances of getting her pregnant were slim to none, but I didn’t want even a sliver of a possibility. Neither of us wanted kids, ever.

“Shut up.” Thea pushed me back down and rocked into me in such an incredible way that I stopped caring about the condom. “I’m on a new birth control that’s supposed to help with fibro shit. I don’t know if it’s working for that, but it will keep you from miraculously knocking me up.” She leaned forward and kissed me fiercely.

I pulled her tightly against my body, loving the way we fit together. Thea grabbed my shoulders and turned us so I was on top. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I gently thrust into her. “No, Levi.” She shook her head and gave me a burning look. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me.”

When I brought her to orgasm with my hand and her toy, I felt powerful. Now, I felt powerless. This woman owned me. I could get lost in her.

I gripped her wrists and pinned her hands above her head, and then I gave Thea what she wanted and what I needed. I fucked her hard and without control. I chased my guilt-free bliss, both wanting it immediately and needing to make my first time with Thea last.

I forced myself to slow down and take her all in — her purple hair splayed out on the pillow, her closed eyes, the flush in her cheeks, her swollen, parted lips. I admired the only pair of tits that I ever needed to see, rising and falling with her rapid breaths. I memorized the feel of her legs wrapped around my waist and the blinding lust I experienced from being buried deep inside her.

Thea’s eyes fluttered open, and I stopped thrusting. Fuck, she was so beautiful. I couldn’t move.

“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is right.” I released her wrists and tangled my hands in her hair, kissing her fiercely.

Thea grabbed my ass with both hands and dug her nails into my skin. It sent me over the edge, and I continued thrusting harder and faster until she moaned, “Fuck yes!” and I spilled inside of her.

The pleasure finally stopped coursing through my body, and I collapsed beside her, spent and unbelievably happy.

Thea rolled over, resting her head on my shoulder and draping her arm over my chest. “Whoa,” she said, a smile in her voice, “So that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.”

I took her hand and pressed her fingers gently to my lips. I found it adorable that she remembered the exact words I’d said when we first kissed. She even found a way to make me feel like my lack of experience didn’t matter and like I’d erased all the men that came before me from her mind.

twenty-two

Thea

Aset of jagged, black claws clutched the thin, yellow fabric at the hem of the figure’s dress. More gnarled fingers reached up from the cliff’s edge, grazing her bare ankle. A wicked, winged creature rose from the dark haze that enshrouded the cliff’s base. It snatched at her hair with its sharp beak.

But the figure didn’t turn to welcome them. Instead, she tilted her face toward the sun and reached out a hand. In her palm sat a golden butterfly. Another, with kaleidoscope wings, fluttered near her nose. Several more butterflies danced through the sunlight ahead. With her next deliberate step, the demons would lose their grip, and she would follow the beauty.

I gazed at my work for a few more minutes, adjusted some colors, and then signed it with T.T. It was done— my masterpiece. Usually, I came into my studio to paint when I was hurting, but tonight, I came to finish this story. I finally knew how it ended. After Levi and I spent hours exploring each other, falling harder for each other, I drifted into a peaceful, happy sleep. The butterflies and demons crept into my dreams, and I awoke with a smile on my lips.

“Angels and demons.”

Levi’s sleepy voice from the doorway startled me. I turned to look at him and felt that stupid flip-flop in my belly. Butterflies. “Yeah, I guess that’s the idea.” I smiled.

“That’s incredible.” He walked into the room and leaned in to admire my work. He was shirtless, and his messy hair begged me to run my fingers through it. I almost did before I remembered that my hands were covered in paint.

Oh well. We could shower together after this. I grabbed his face and kissed him, smearing paint all over his jaw. Levi melted into me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and lifted me. I hooked my legs around his hips, not breaking our kiss.

Did he know he was my golden butterfly? He kissed me like he knew. Levi’s lips trailed down my neck, and he whispered, “It’s like 2 am. Are you coming back to bed? I like sleeping next to you.” He smirked, nipped at my lips, and added, “And fucking you. I definitely wouldn’t mind doing that again tonight. My therapist told me that a good way to get over anxiety is to do the thing that scares you over and over and over again.” His eyes flirted, and his lips played with mine.

I smirked back at him and ran my hands down his chest, leaving black, gold, and yellow streaks. He watched my hands with an eyebrow raised. Levi set me down in the center of my studio. Then he gripped the hem of my black t-shirt, locking eyes with me. I obeyed his unspoken instructions and lifted my arms so he could remove my shirt. I stood in front of him, wearing nothing but a black lace thong. The bulge in Levi’s boxers confirmed that he thoroughly approved of what he saw.

Next, he picked up a tube of deep purple paint and squeezed out a thick line across my breasts. He locked me in a purposeful gaze while he massaged the paint into my skin. I slowly turned purple from my neck to my hips. Levi wasn’t shy about touching me anymore. His paint-covered hands were so sure. Damn, that was sexy. I wanted to give myself a little credit for the strong, confident version of Levi that stood before me now, but it had nothing to do with me. This man was inside all along.

Levi’s hands gently circled the back of my neck, and his thumbs brushed my cheeks. He tilted my head up and leaned in for a slow, deep kiss. Then he grabbed a tube of sunset yellow paint. He applied it between my breasts, smearing it to the left with his fingers. I laughed and shook my head. “Wrong color. My heart is black.”

Levi smiled back at me. “That’s what you keep telling me, but I’ve yet to see it for myself.” He pulled me against his chest, and I looped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t keep my lips off of his, and when he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of my underwear and yanked it down, the butterflies came rushing through me in droves.

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