Page 15 of Key Of Dreams

Bull takes my hand and threads his fingers through mine, then presses them by my head while he gazes upon my face. “You doing okay, baby?” he whispers. His lips brush mine. He remains fully seated inside me, but doesn’t move, giving me time to adjust to his size.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Fuck me. You feel so good. Your pussy is hot and tight wrapped around my cock. You’re made for me, Maya.” His voice is low and tense. I know that he’s holding back and being careful not to hurt me.

He pulls out slightly and thrusts inside. I feel a tingle, the sensation of electricity surging through me. Bull continues to pump in and out, slow and steady at first, then quickening his pace. His face contorts with passion, and his fingers find my clit, pushing me closer to another orgasm. I didn’t think it was possible, but here I am.

“Hurry, babe,” he grunts.

I’m so close, but not close enough. “I can’t.” His mouth closes around my nipple, and that’s all I need to launch into my new orgasm, taking Bull along with me. He buries his face in my neck and thrusts like a wild man until I feel him throbbing inside me.

Bull rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m resting on his chest. He grabs the covers and throws them over us.

“I’m staying the night,” he announces. I was hoping he would, but wasn’t sure if it was too soon to ask.

“I like that.”

“Eyes on me, babe,” he orders. I look at him. “Did I hurt you?”

Heat rises to my cheeks. “No, not really. Um, I’m a bit achy.”

“I’ve got to get rid of this condom. Be right back,” he whispers in my ear. I didn’t even realize he had a condom on. I was too far gone in what we were doing. Bull moves me gently off to the side and gets out of bed, heading to the bathroom. I scrunch the sheets up to my chin and silently do a happy dance. I’ve waited a long time to find the right man to give myself to, and no matter what happens moving forward, I will never regret this night.

Bull returns carrying a cloth and pulls the sheets out of my grip. Before I can say a word, he opens my legs and wipes me clean. He’s gone again, and returns this time with ibuprofen and two bottles of water. He climbs back into bed with me. “This should help,” he says, putting the pills in my hand and opening the bottled water.

He waits for me to take them before he settles in and nuzzles my neck. “Thank you for taking care of me,” I murmur.

“You gotta set the alarm?” he asks. Thank goodness he reminded me. I reach over to do just that. “We gotta get some shut-eye. Big day for you tomorrow.”

He’s staying the night, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been.

Chapter8

The Best Chaos

Bull

Maya set the alarm for six, but I’ve been up for the last two hours. I sleep in short increments. I have since I enlisted. I was hoping that would change when I finally became a civilian, but it hasn’t. I spent the first hour watching Maya sleep. I was tempted to wake her up and make love to her again, but I’m sure she’s still sore.

I haven’t been with a virgin since I was a teenager. All I could think of was making it good for her. I feel like a fucking caveman, but I’m overjoyed that I was Maya’s first, and I intend to be her only. I stand in the doorway with a cup of coffee in hand, watching her sleeping form, small puffs of breath escaping her pursed lips. The alarm counts down the seconds and finally rings.

Maya does a little stretch and turns off the alarm. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes and blinks to adjust to the light I switch on. She sees me holding the mug and gives me a huge smile.

“Is that for me?” she asks.

I cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed. “Kiss first,” I tease. She gives me a peck on the cheek. “Try again.” Her lips inch closer and kiss the corner of my mouth. “Getting closer.” She giggles, then kisses me sweetly on the mouth.

“Morning, honey,” she says. I stretch out my arm and put the mug in her hands. Maya takes a sip. Her eyes close as she inhales the aroma of the brew before she takes a sip. “This is the best way to wake up.”

I chuckle. “Works for me. I found some oatmeal in your cupboard. It’s on the stove. Come out when you’re ready.” It’s taking everything I have not to push her back against the pillows and have her all over again. Her wild mass of blonde curls and her full pink lips make her a temptation I don’t want to resist. If there’s such a thing as an angelic siren, I found her.

As I move to get up, she gets onto her knees while balancing her coffee mug and holds a sheet tight to her chest. She leans into me and rests her head on my shoulder.

“Never say you’re not a good man. You’re more than good. You’re genuine. And sweet. But don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret. I won’t ruin your street cred.” She giggles. The minx is teasing me.

“I’m taking back my coffee,” I joke.

She feigns horror, her expression priceless, making me laugh. “Oh no! Not that!” she cries mockingly.

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