Page 47 of I Found You
With every ounce of control I had, I pulled out of her slowly and pushed in again just as slowly. I still had one arm around her waist, securing her to me, but my other arm moved from her back to her perfect, bouncy ass. I gave it a quick swat, which caused Maeve to yelp in surprise.
“Fuck, Maeve. Every noise you make drives me fucking wild,” I told her, speeding up my thrusts now. Slamming into her from behind, I traced the outline of her pelvic bone, then ran my hands up her body to her breasts. They were bouncing wildly as I continued to hammer into her. Her nipples were so hard they were poking through not only her bra but the fabric of the dress she still wore.
Maeve met me thrust for thrust as I continued to explore her body. I wrapped my hand around her throat lightly and coaxed her to an upright position, her body flush with mine. I kissed her neck, biting her soft, pale skin at the base of her collarbone. Now that I wasn’t supporting her with my other arm, I trailed my hand down her body to her swollen clit, using the pad of my thumb to circle her bundle of nerves, and felt her pussy clench around my dick.
“Yes, doll. Don’t hold back. I want to feel you come with my dick inside of you.”
“Oh, God. Wyatt, please. Don’t stop. Shit. Wyatt,” she yelled my name as she came apart.
I pumped a few more times, trying to hold my shit together long enough to work her through her orgasm. Stars blinded my vision as I came in the most violent orgasm of my life.We both leaned forward, letting the wall support us while we recovered. I spun her around and kissed her, hard and fierce.
I went to remove the condom, but a pink line trailing down her leg caught my attention. The condom itself was coated in a thin layer of blood. My stomach dropped. A droplet of blood fell to the floor between her legs.
I hoped like hell that she was going to say yes when I asked her, “Maeve, are you on your period?”
She was leaning back, her head against the wall and her eyes closed. Her breath was still erratic as she tried to get her heart rate down.
“No. I would never do that to you,” she answered.
“You’re bleeding, doll. I don’t give a shit if you’re on your period. But if you’re not…” I trailed off.
Her eyes flew open, and she looked at me for a second before she slowly moved her gaze down.
“Oh no, no, no,” she cried. Her hands flew out to push me away from her. She turned and bolted, leaving me staring dumbfounded after her. The bathroom door slammed shut behind her.
I followed after her with a pit the weight of a boulder in my stomach. Disposing of the condom in the kitchen trash, I tried to open the bathroom door, but it was locked. “Open the door, Maeve,” I begged. “Please, let me in. I need to know you’re okay.”
“You can’t come into the bathroom with me, Wyatt.” She sounded like she was on the brink of tears. I didn’t know what was wrong, but I knew that whatever it was, I was the cause of it.
Fuck.
I dropped to my haunches, hands raking through my hair. Was she…?
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Maeve
“Maeve, are you… were you… fuck, Maeve… was that your first time?” Wyatt asked cautiously through the closed bathroom door.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. He must think I was absolutely pathetic. A woman who couldn’t even handle his cock. Honestly, I would have thought something like this would have happened more often based on the size of him. I could barely fit him in my mouth he was so darn thick.
I had no idea how that just happened. How was this my life? Did Wyatt Wilder, the most gorgeous man in all of town—in all of the state—really just have mind-blowing, aggressively erotic sex with me up against my wall? He was still talking on the other side of the locked door, but I couldn’t process anything he was saying. Blood rushed in my ears. I felt too hot, too sweaty, too cold, too… much. Everything was just too much.
“What! No,” I yelled, trying to hear myself talk over the whooshing sounds in my head. “I’ve had…sex… before. I’m not a virgin, Wyatt.” I wasn’t. But my last boyfriend hadn’t been nearly as big, and even then, sometimes I still bled a little afterward.
I heard him grumble something intelligible, something that sounded an awful lot like, “Well, not anymore, at least.”
“Can you just go check on Jane? Please?” I begged him. I needed some space between us, and the door wasn’t enough. I turned on the shower so that it would sound like I was just cleaning up. My back against the bathroom vanity, I sank to the floor.
“Maeve, open the door. You’re starting to freak me out. Talk to me.”
“Please, Wyatt. Jane’s still sick. Can you please just go check on her? Lay with her. I’ll be up in a few minutes,” I lied. There was absolutely no way I would be able to spend the night in the same bed as him.
He was grumbling and cursing, but he was walking away. Just like I wanted. I let the shower run for a few minutes before I shut it off. My first thought was to sleep in the spare room downstairs. It was set up with a small bed and clean sheets. But what if Wyatt came down to look for me and found me in there? He would be able to climb in next to me. Instead, I grabbed the comforter off the bed and brought it with me into the living room. My sofa was comfortable enough for a night’s sleep.
The kitchen still needed cleaning, but I couldn’t risk Wyatt hearing me moving around down here. It would have to wait until tomorrow. I rolled myself onto the sofa and wrapped myself in the warm comforter, still wearing my dress, which I’d never taken off. I fully expected to be awake all night, my mind playing every moment of tonight on a loop, but my brain must have been too fried because it was only a few minuteslater that I could feel sleep starting to take me.
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