Page 38 of Imperfections Seduced
“Is it mine?”
“Yes!”
“Only mine?”
“Hmm, yes, Nick, yes.”
“I want to fuck you.”
“Fuck. Me. Please, Nick.”
I lower her on top of me and ease into her. She’s so wet, soft, and fucking warm, I stop halfway again before I lose it. “Baby, you feel so good. You’re so fucking tight.” I’m taking deep shallow breaths and she is too, her head presses against mine.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. I need more.”
“Good, I’m going to pull you down all the way. You ready?”
“Yesssssss, Nick.”
I slide all the way up in her, pulling her hips down on me. “Oh shit, you feel so fucking good, Cat!” I’m all the way inside of her, stroking her, and she’s making these little noises that are driving me crazy. I start moving faster and she’s rocking back and forth, grinding against me. Her hair sweeps across her shoulders, her eyes fluttering. I can feel her body clench around me harder and harder, sucking me in deeper, her body meeting my every movement, thrust for heart-pounding thrust. I swear to God, I have never felt anything as good as this in my entire life.
I don’t want it to stop, but I feel it building; I feel it coming. I hear her scream my name and I open my eyes, taking her lips and her screams of release inside of me. Seconds later, I find my release, our moans and sighs mingling with our lips and bodies locked together. It’s un-fucking-believable.
We’re both out of breath, her arms wrapped around my neck with her head resting on my shoulder. One of my arms is on her bare thigh, the other on her back. We’re still joined together like there’s no beginning or end to us. I don’t know how long we stay like this. Could be minutes, could be hours, I’m not certain; the only thing I’m certainof is we’re not moving anymore so we must be in front of her house.
We’re quiet, listening to each other breathing steadily. I don’t want to say anything and disturb the peace and calm we have, joined together as one. I know this is the calm before the storm, and I’m going to have hell to pay for what we just did. No matter how incredibly amazing it was, there is no way around me not hurting her.
Even worse for her would be someone in her family finding us like this in front of her house.
“Cat?”
“Yes?”
“You okay?”
“No.”
I run my hand over her hair and stroke her back. She shifts and I instantly feel myself start to grow. Shit.
“Baby, please don’t move like that. You’re going to have to ease off me if we’re going to get any kind of talking done.” She slides off me and winces a little.
“Baby, you okay? Does it hurt?” Worry creases my forehead.
“I’m fine, just a little discomfort.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. When you’ve only had sex once in your life, then years later for the second time—” She stops and takes a deep breath pulling her dress down to cover herself before she continues. “It’s kind of uncomfortable but it doesn’t compare to the pain of the first time at all.”
I watch her fix herself and smooth her hair down with her fingers in an effort to look like she didn’t have sex in the back seat of a car. If I thought she would say yes, I would ask her to come home with me. I fix myself and she sits next to me with her hands in her lap and her legs crossed at the ankles. She avoids all eye contact. She lookslike a naughty Catholic school girl in a rock video who has to confess her sins to the priest on Sunday morning. One look at her swollen lips, disheveled clothes, wild hair, and smeared lip gloss, and anyone with half a brain would know what she was doing.
“Cat, talk to me.”
“I can’t believe I did that. I had sex with my sister’s fiancé in the back seat of a car. Am I the biggest slut on earth or what?”
“Don’t ever say that.”
