Page 76 of Tarnished Reign

“I have the implant,” she says, still sated and sleepy.

“Why, if you’re not having sex?”

She smiles dreamily. “I’m not against sex before marriage, obviously, and I didn’t want to risk an unwanted pregnancy if I did meet someone I wanted enough to take that leap.”

That’s good, but I’m still rattled. How the fuck could I have lost myself in all of this, so much that it only hit me as an afterthought? I’ve never done it bare because I don’t want to expose myself to catching anything, but I knew she was a virgin, so … yeah, my little brain outweighed my big brain, and I totally blanked on the possibilities of her getting pregnant.

Me, the guy who would be the world’s worst father.

My hard dick will have to wait because Adriana falls asleep. She just taps out on me, her eyes closed, her breathing even, that tiny smile still on her perfect mouth. She’s fallen asleep with me staring at her pussy.

For a moment, I’m tempted to slide back in, but that’s fucked up for her first time. So I crawl up the bed and prop myself on my elbow and watch her sleep.

I watch her for almost ten minutes before I start to feel like a deranged stalker. This isn’t normal. She’s so insanely beautiful to me, though. Beyond the objective fact of her being a woman most people would call beautiful, she’s beautiful to me. In a way that is beyond surface allure.

Is this a crush? Am I having my first real crush as a grown man?

This is what teenage girls do, in a way. They stare endlessly at the faces of their idols, blown up in large posters on their bedroom walls and never get bored of looking at them.

Adriana has turned me into a teenage girl. It seems I have the raging hormones too because my dick is still hard.

I pull her to me and try to get some sleep.

Soft warmness is curled up against me. Steady breathing. Hair trailing against my chest. The scent of something floral and yet also slightly spicy. Delicious. Like a fruity dessert that I want to eat.

My eyes blink open, and I’m immediately aware of Adriana next to me. Her ass against my cock. Pressed there, an invite.

How can I resist? Her face is turned away from me, but some of her long hair is brushed out over my chest. Her warm, soft skin is a creamy white temptation.

I run my fingers over her shoulders, taking the sheet down with me as I expose her skin inch by slow inch. She gives a quiet little moan and turns into me.

She mumbles something I can’t quite make out. Sleep slurred and trusting, she burrows against me.

My arms wrap around her, and I kiss the top of her head. She sighs and wiggles. I kiss her again, and her head tips up as our lips find one another. I kiss her and she kisses me, and then we’re just sleepily making out, and it’s glorious.

Soon desire washes the sleep from us, and our hands roam one another, learning, mapping. She rolls onto her back, arms open to me, and I slide in between her legs. I’m inside her with one gentle, smooth thrust as she moans and clings to me.

We move together and at some point, it’s less like we’re fucking and more like we’re simply melting into one another.

I don’t know where I end and she begins. Being surrounded by her like this is driving my need and my obsession to new heights.

We kiss, and my tongue claims her mouth as she stakes her own claim on me. The room is filled with the sounds of our moans and sighs and flesh against flesh.

When I come, she falls with me, her whimpers gentler than before, but she still clenches around me, her fingers digging into my back and shoulders.

We kiss softly as we come down together, and I hold her to me as sleep takes us once more.

The next morning, I wake to find her watching me. She sits up and kneels, and I see her fully naked for the first time in the daylight streaming in through the open balcony doors. Her breasts are full but firm. Her nipples point toward the ceiling, as perky as you like.

Her waist is narrow, and her hips flare out.

A Mona Lisa smile plays about her mouth.

That’s all it takes to make me hard again.

She straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips, and she bends down to kiss me. I fist her hair and groan into her mouth.

“Are you sore?” I ask when the kiss breaks off.

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