Page 83 of Taking Chances

And that’s almost better than my own orgasm.

“Fuck.” His head falls to my shoulders.

A chuckle bubbles out of me when I realize I’m on all fours on a bedroom floor, covered in bodily fluids of a man I’m not even dating.

“Are you… OK?” he inquires, making me giggle.

“Yeah,” I respond, barely catching my breath. “I’m great. This was just… a lot.” His arms move in my peripheral vision, taking off his shirt, which he then uses to clean up the cum from my ass and back.

“Come here,” he says, picking me up as if I weigh nothing and carrying me to the comfortable bed.

He takes his jeans fully off and lies down next to me. Our legs intertwine as he lifts my chin and stares squarely into my eyes.

“I’m sorry if it was too much,” he says.

“It wasn’t…” I start to respond, but he continues speaking.

“You were so fucking beautiful, on your knees for me. Such a good girl for listening to every command.” His eyes drip sincerity, but I’m not used to getting compliments, so I lower my gaze, pretending to study his ink. He doesn’t force my gaze back, which I’m grateful for. “You were absolutely perfect, Firecracker. Your pussy made me come so fucking hard, but I could have come just by watching you obey me so beautifully.” I inhale deeply, his words seeping into the bottom of my belly. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Every sentence is like a magic incantation, healing a small part of me. A part of me that believed I needed to be different to be worshipped. I needed to be skinnier, more feminine, less quirky. And he worships me just as I am. Worships me by debasing me, by pushing me to my limits. And when he turns me into a pile of flesh and needs, he still worships me, showing me I’m beautiful even in my basest form.

I know it’s only sexual. I know it’s not love or anything close to it. But it heals me in a way nolovingrelationship did before.

He caresses my back and shoulders, continuing to praise me and my belly fills with air, my skin tingling. The sting I felt on my scalp, my knees, and my ass is nowhere to be found, pushed aside by the feeling of elation. I probably fall asleep, because the next thing I feel is his lips brushing my forehead.

The kiss snaps me awake. “I should take a shower. I’m disgusting.”

“You’re a horrible listener.” He chuckles. “I spent the last half hour telling you you’re the exact opposite of disgusting.”

I smack his chest playfully, though the feel of it only makes me horny again. Getting up, I grab a sheet to cover myself and head to the bathroom. I have no idea where my clothes are and if they’re even wearable anymore.

“You’re driving me home,” I yell from the bathroom, and he responds with a low chuckle.

“Of course. You need help in there?”

“No, thank you. But leave me some clothes.”

What we just did was horribly intimate, but still, showering is a vulnerable act. One that I’m not ready to share.

After finishing the shower, I grab the clean t-shirt and shorts he left on his bed. Luckily, he’s not in the room, so I can dress myself in peace.

I find him in the kitchen wearing another pair of jeans, barefoot and shirtless. He’s popping the dishes into the dishwasher.

Oh, my freaking God. Could he beanyhotter?

I clear my throat to get my bearings. “What are you doing?”

“I’m washing the new dishes so I can fill the cabinets.”

“It really looks amazing.”

He flashes me a blinding smile. Now that I can fully focus on it, I’m in awe with what he did with it. The butcherblock countertops are expansive, the undermounted sink huge, while the appliances seem top of the art. “It’s like a chef’s dream.”

“Too bad there are no chefs here,” he jokes. “Speaking of—you must be starving.”

“As a matter of fact, I am. I haven’t eaten before coming here—oh, lunch! I brought lunch!” He stares at me, his eyes wrinkled with laughter. “Lunch that you so rudely distracted me from.”

He huffs out a laugh before starting the dishwasher. Grabbing a dish towel and a spray cleaner, he cleans the dining table, which I’m eternally grateful for, and I take out the boxes from bags I brought.

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