Page 102 of Straight to Me

He’s fast becoming my everything.

My way to feel, to love. To escape.

Through the towel, I can feel him hardening underneath me. Meeting my eyes, we hold each other’s gaze, taking in all of each other.

I am to him, what he is to me.

He kisses me deeply, sensing my need and scrunches handfuls of my hair as his tongue finds mine. VP then moves his lips to my neck, nipping the skin below my lobe.

My hands tighten around his neck as our bodies begin to heat up. Kneeling on the bed now, I allow him to free himself from the towel as he unravels it. I move on the mattress so he can place himself where needed, and he guides me down to sit on his warm cock.

My mouth falls open, my skin scorching as he fills me. I clench my hands in his hair as my body melts on top of him.

This is where I want to be.

This is what feels right. I can’t not have this.

Feeling my heart begin to erratically beat in my chest, I pull my head back, cupping VP’s face in my hands. “I love you,” he says, taking the words from my mouth.

VP lifts me up and down as I rock my hips around him. Waves of torrid delight overwhelm me completely and I can’t help but close my eyes as a low, uninterrupted moan passes my lips. I hold him tight, my fingers curling further into his hair.

One of his hands moves to my face, the other still guiding my hips on him. He holds my chin to look at him and I steal a kiss before burying my face in his shoulder, my orgasm rushing to the surface.

Small pants leave my mouth as I move back, grinding my hips again. I climax slowly over him and he follows me, holding me tight. I feel the tension from my nightmare subside. The fear washing away as my body relaxes.

His strong hands scratch my back as I ride out the last pulses of his climax.

Our eyes then find each other again before he puts his head on my chest, and it rises and falls with my steadying breathing.

“Feel better?” he asks.

“Hmm.”

“Mads,” I open my eyes and find his, “I love you.”

“I know,” I say back. We share a moment of peaceful stillness before another yawn escapes my mouth.

“Come on.” He stands, raising me off him gently. “You get yourself ready, I’ll meet you out in the bar.”

“I’ll run straight to you.”

He smiles, placing a light kiss on my lips.

“That night in the bar, the first time you said that,” his hands cup my face as he speaks, “promise me you’ll never stop running to me.”

My heart beats faster.

I look directly into his eyes, holding his hands still on my cheeks. “I’ll never stop running to you, VP.”

Holding my gaze a moment longer, he places a long kiss on my forehead before we get ready.

Freshly showered and clean, I can still smell his scent in the room. He joined everyone arriving over half an hour ago, leaving me to get ready alone. I dress in my denim shorts, a black baggy t-shirt and my converse.

While I blow dry my hair, I have the Aussie news on. They might as well just say it’s going to be hot all day, every day. I’m covered in a layer of sweat at five o’clock in the afternoon, and because my face looks washed out, I’ve decided on a little extra makeup, just to appear more alive than I actually feel. But I’m doubtful how long it’ll last in this heat.

A small booming noise comes from the main room, a beacon signalling where I need to be. I close the door behind me as butterflies swarm my stomach. It takes me a minute before my feet start walking.

I’ve just got to find VP, then I’ll feel fine.

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