Page 108 of Escaping Our Reality

He bursts out laughing, pulling my hand away from my chest and kissing my palm.

I pout, not understanding what’s so damn funny. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“It’s so damn funny, Lulu. What did the cashier say? He probably thought you were filming a porno. Or running a condom distributing charity.”

I look at all the boxes and start to laugh at myself. “Come to think of it, he did give me a weird look.” By now, we’re both laughing so hard, I’m afraid we may ruin the moment. “There’s five-thousand different kinds. I wasn’t sure what would be the best. I wanted you to have options.”

Grabbing a black box that says ‘XXL, New thinnest material ever’, he sweeps all the other boxes to the floor. If I thought our laughing fit would ruin the mood, I was wrong. The look on his face turns from good humor to carnal hunger in a nanosecond. The candlelight dances across his features, making his sheer beauty even more beautiful. Pushing me down on the bed, he crawls between my legs. He kisses from my neck, down my chest, and finally settles his face between my legs.

“I thought we were gonna have sex?”

“Is My Lulu impatient? Good things come to those who wait.” He licks my wet folds, immediately sending an electric shock up my spine, freezing my movements. “But I’ll probably only lasttwo minutes once I’m buried inside of you, so I need to get you off at least one time before then.”

Hearing him say that he’s going to be ‘buried inside of me’ fills me with a yearning unlike any I’ve ever known. He could probably just blow cold air across my pelvis and I would immediately orgasm.

I’m luckier than that, though.

He takes his time.

Giving and pulling back. Giving and pulling back. Until I’m about to explode.

He’s going back one last time to finish the job when I pull against his shoulders. “No. That’s enough. I’m ready to come. But not on your face and fingers. On your cock.”

His eyes widen and his chest heaves. He likes it when I talk dirty. And the more sexual we become, the dirtier I talk. He loves it.

He rips open the box, grabs a condom, and tears into the foil packaging. I stare in awed fascination as he rolls it on himself. I’m scared. But more than that, I’m excited. He’s already broken me, but still, I know this will hurt. I pray it only hurts for a moment because I’m ready to feel pleasure. I wasn’t kidding about wanting to come on his body.

Crawling over me, he leans his forehead against my own and lays his lips across mine, allowing us to breathe each other’s air. It’s one of the most intimate things we do. And the perfect beginning.

The beginning to the end of my virginity.

Chapter 44

CRUTCH

Fourteen days.

Twenty-three times.

I’ve had sex with Luella Margaret Hill twenty-three times over the past fourteen days, and I’m ready for a million more. I never wanna stop making love to her.

Never. Ever. Ever.

And that’s what I’m thinking about as I try to drag my brain back into focus. I’m supposed to be studying for finals. My last two finals are tomorrow, on Friday. I thought about studying at the shop, but Lulu and I refuse to have sex on the little twin bed at the garage. We’re too tall. Arms and legs would be everywhere. We have a hard enough time just actually sleeping in that bed, the few times we’ve stayed there. Plus, Harlan wouldknow. He just would. And that’s weird.

So, we came to the homestead because we both needed to have some immediate sex just to be able to function for the rest of the night.

Our first time was… I can’t even put it into words. There’s not a written or verbal word known to the human race that could describe it.

It did hurt her. And she bled a little. But stretching her all the weeks beforehand definitely helped. She didn’t orgasm our first time together. But she did later that night. I was sound asleep, blissfully happy from our time together, and dog-ass tired from fighting the ravages of the tornado, when she reached across, rubbing my crotch until I woke up. When I rolled over, shelooked just like an angel. Some of the candles had burnt out, shadowing her face in a haunted glow. Wordlessly, I put on a condom and slid into her. We didn’t talk, we didn’t whisper. We just stared at each other as I pumped into her. With every stroke, her core accommodated more and more of my body. I get hard even now thinking about the sound she made the first time she came all over my cock. Her orgasm moan from intercourse is fifteen notches higher than her orgasm moan from oral sex.

And I love it.

Just like I love her.

I look over at her now. She cuddles beside me on the loveseat, watching a crime show on her laptop. My own laptop is sitting on my legs, open to the website for one of my classes. The firepit crackles, sending a rush of embers in the air, and the cicadas of early summer chirp in the background.

I kiss the top of her head. “I love you.”

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