Page 73 of Shattered

My mind is still groggy, so it takes a moment to register that the arm lying over my waist is Neilix’s. Then it’s only seconds until everything from last night comes flooding back, and my lips spread into a smile.

We had sex. Good sex.

Yes, it hurt, but the overwhelming emotions involved overshadowed it somehow, making any moment of pain worth it. I felt loved and cherished, and so incredibly alive.

I snuggle back into him, feeling his arm tighten, pulling me closer, and that’s when I feel his hard cock press against my ass. I can’t help but wonder if that’s what woke me.

I turn over slowly in his arms, smiling at the soft murmurings that slip past his lips while still sleeping. With my head comfortably resting on his bicep, I watch him for a little while, trailing my eyes over his handsome face. He’s so perfect with his solid jaw, soft lips, perfectly straight nose, and symmetrical brow line. My fingers itch to reach up and trace everything, but I settle for gently pressing my lips to his chest, which has him shifting again and jabbing his rock-solid cock into my thigh.

I wonder how quickly he’d wake up if I were to wrap my fingers around him. With a few careful movements, I free my crushed arm and manage to grab hold of him. He’s hot and thick, even in sleep. I haven’t had firsthand experience with a bunch of different dicks, but I have seen plenty, and I know he is well-endowed with a nice-looking dick.

Sarah and I had watched some porn together in our teens because she wanted to know what she was doing before getting hands-on experience. And I admit, at the time, I wanted to learn so I could be prepared for Neilix.

Stroking up and down, I run my thumb over the tip and feel a little pre-cum leak out. A moan rumbles through Neilix’s chest, though he keeps his eyes closed.

I continue stroking, my fingers tightening and twisting slightly when I reach the top. His breathing increases and I can see his muscles twitching, making me double down on my efforts.

The hand attached to the arm I’m lying on lifts and grips my hips. “Are you trying to make me come all over my sheets?” he mumbles, eyes still closed.

“I could catch it with my mouth if you’d like?”

That has his eyes flying open, and I feel his cock jerk and thicken in my hand. Oh, he definitely likes that idea. Eyes locked on his, I shuffle my body further down until my mouth is close to his cock.

He seems quite awake now, barely blinking so as not to miss a thing. His chest rises and falls in quick succession, and despite the tenderness between my legs, knowing how much pleasure I’m giving him, turns me on and makes me wet.

I pump several times before I latch my mouth over the tip, giving a little suction as I increase my strokes. His fingers thread through my hair to push my head, bobbing it up and down on his cock.

“Shit.” I hear Neilix groan. “Keep going. I'm about to—”

His words are cut off and replaced by a throaty growl while he holds my head still and empties in my mouth. The taste is . . . interesting—not unpleasant, but the texture is not what I was expecting. I swallow everything down, and when he finally loosens his grip on my hair, I push up onto my elbow to look at him, a satisfied smile on my face.

“That’s a much nicer way to wake up.” Neilix’s eyes are closed, his chest moving up and down with quickened breaths.

“Nicer than what?”

“Little fingers poking my face,” he says in a sleepy voice. “Or my alarm for work.”

I chuckle, pushing myself up to lie next to him again. “I’m happy to oblige.”

His arms come around to pull me impossibly tight against him, and I situate my head on his chest.

“Are you still sore?”

“Yes,” I admit.

He kisses my forehead and leaves his lips pressed there. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not.”

Silence settles over us, and the fact that it’s still very early makes my eyelids heavy again. I close them, feeling his breathing level out under my head.

“Tell me something no one else knows,” I whisper against his chest.

When he doesn’t reply immediately, I assume he must have fallen back to sleep already. But a moment later, his chest vibrates against my face as he answers, “I love you, Sunflower.”

My heart stops, along with my breathing. It’s not that I didn’t feel it last night or don’t see it when he settles those brown orbs on me, but hearing those words spoken aloud makes my heart feel too big for my chest. I want to cry, and laugh, and kiss him all at once.

Neilix has never been one to play games when it comes to his feelings. He says what he feels, and he means what he says. So, I know he’s not just throwing words out there.

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