Page 105 of Aftersome
But in doing so, she subconsciously began to rock in my lap. It was subtle at first, but even then, it didn’t take much for my cock to get excited when Doe was around.
Fuck, she felt good.
Even better than I had imagined.
It only took eleven years to know what the girl of my dreams tasted like.
Seconds had turned into minutes and I had no intention of stopping anytime soon but suddenly, the loud crashing sound of the remote onto the ground had Wren pulling away from me as if I were on fire.
I immediately sensed her regret when her palm covered her mouth.
“Oh my god.”
She gasped.
“Doe…”
She shot off my lap and landed hard onto her ass on the floor. I rose to my feet instantly.
“Fuck, are you all right?” I kneeled down until we were at eye level, but she refused to look at me.
“No, Mal, I’m not,” she confessed. “We… We just…”
“Kissed. I know,” I finished for her. “And I’d really fucking like to do it again.”
Her eyes shot over to mine in disbelief.
“You want to do it again?”
Her mouth was puffy and red and I had a strong urge to make it even more raw.
“Yes, every second of every day, preferably.”
She laughed.
“Mal, you don’t want me. You’re just confused because of our past and now… whatever we are now. You only think you want me.”
My nostrils flared at her assumptions of what she thought I wanted. She had no idea the depths of what I wanted. That despite my apprehensions and standoffish nature, I had desires far greater than anyone in this world.
I yearned to be brought back to life again.
And Doe was slowly becoming the person that could ultimately do it.
So, rising up to my feet, I held my hand out for her to grab, but she stared at it like it had two heads. Reluctantly, without telling her to do so, she laid her hand in mine.
“What are we doing?” she asked in a small, meek voice that sounded nothing like her.
I waited until she was standing and I had a firm grip on her hand before answering.
“Going to bed.”
“Bed? As in singular?”
My mouth twitched but I refused to answer. Instead, I pulled her along with me until we were finally in my bedroom.
Nerves that I wasn’t experiencing seconds ago had finally hit me like a freight train. I knew she would argue and I knew my anxiety would only worsen the longer we stood at the foot of my bed, so with my hand still wrapped around hers, I pulled her into bed.
Thank fuck she went in willingly.
