Page 93 of Blade

I woke up with Becca’s warm body curled around me. Her head was on my chest, her arm around my waist.

I kissed the top of her head, holding her tight.

I was never letting her go now.

Last night was the single greatest night of my life. A dream come true. I knew I sounded like a pussy. I just couldn’t find it in me to care. She was here, in my arms, where she belonged.

She waited.

For me.

Yeah, I knew she wasn’t waiting for me. She thought I was dead, and I needed to tell her the truth.

Today I would tell her.

I promised.

I just wanted to revel in this bubble for a while longer. When she screamed my name, my real name that she’d never known until I told her yesterday, I lost it.

Pride consumed me. Pride I didn’t deserve.

She was mine.

She was finally mine.

But for how long? Would she still be mine when she learned the truth? I honestly thought she would never bemine. Now that she was, that was it. Even if she walked away from me, there would never be another again.

Forever.

That’s what I wanted with her.

Could I have forever if she found out? Could I keep her from finding out? I knew it made me an asshole for not wanting her to know the truth. I didn’t want her to hate me.

Pretty sure we’ve already established I am an asshole.

I felt her stirring next to me and I pulled her in tighter, not wanting to let her go.

“Good morning,” she said with a yawn, stretching against me and pushing her ass against my dick.

As if it wasn’t hard enough, first thing in the morning, it got painfully hard wanting her again.

“Good morning. Are you sore?” I knew she must be, but I was hoping she’d say no so I could have her again.

“A little. It’s a good sore, though,” she admitted shyly, hiding her face in the pillow.

I turned her in my arms so I could see her beautiful face blush.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Um, sure,” she hedged, like she was afraid of what I was going to ask.

“I know that was your first time, but was that your first orgasm?” I asked, not really believing it was, despite her reaction.

She buried her face in my chest.

“I told you; you were my second kiss ever.”

“No, I remember, but… you never made yourself come?”

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