stumbled into the hotel room and managed to land on the edge of the bed.
“You're such a dork,” she chided with a wicked smile.
“Yeah, yeah, I am,” he answered, and shut the door.
Again, she could have no idea of how alluring she was with her luminous blue-gray eyes, flushed cheeks, and red lips. Her change had altered her in ways she could not know. Her skin was very smooth and almost translucent. Her black hair looked silky against the rough fabric of her tank top and it glistened like raven's feathers.
“Oh, wow,” Pete whispered.
“What?”
“You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this,” he breathed.
“What?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you talking about?”
“I've had such a crush on you since we were kids.” Trembling a little, he drew near her. Gentle, roughened fingers caressed her cheek. She leaned into him.
“No, you didn't.”
“Yes, I did. A terrible crush.” Sitting next to her, he traced the lines of her face with quivering fingertips. His soft expression and strong body caused a little shiver in her own. Deep inside of her, a great need was born.
“Do you still?” she asked, kissing his lips ever so gently.
“Yeah,” he breathed, kissing her deeply.
***
“God, yes,” she whispered into his hair, moaning as he pushed harder into her. She moved her hips against his, grabbing his dark, curly hair, pulling his face against her neck. He was big and heavy and wonderful.
The sound of their lovemaking filled her ears. She loved the sound of his gasps, his moans, was enthralled by his gentle touch and brutal thrusts. She gasped and moaned with each delightful thrust.
They were on their third bout of lovemaking on the torn-apart queen-size bed. They had fallen onto the floor at one point and managed to keep going. She now believed him when he said he had wanted her all those years. He was like a man possessed and not able to get enough of her.
“Oh, God,” he murmured against her collarbone, then dragged his mouth down to her right breast.
With a wild little laugh, she arched up to him and gasped when he bit her hard, pierced nipple.
Dragging her off the bed, he pulled her close to him, her legs around his waist as he kissed her hungrily. She teased him by pulling back from him and licking his lips.
“I'm building the house for you,” he whispered, and managed to grab her hair and pull her close to him.
“What?” She shivered as he licked up her neck, his tongue playing with one of her silver earrings.
“I am building the house for you, waiting for you to come back,” Pete whispered. He turned and pushed her against the wall, sliding his cock deeper into her. “Waiting for you to come back and see if ain’t all bad out here.”
Biting her bottom lip, she dug her nails into his shoulders as she came closer to climax. Lost in the moment, she urged him to shove harder, rocking him with her legs, and gasping as he lightly bit her throat.
Lost in the frenzy of the moment, she couldn't fully fathom his words as he murmured them against her cheek. It wasn't until he collapsed against her, coming hard inside of her cool body, that she realized he had been whispering that he loved her.
“Stay here,” he's voice said, his voice a husky purr in her ear.
“Something went bad at the school. I know it. But stay here. I'll buy you a big ol' pink canopy.”
Her hands slid over his cheeks and stroked the softness of his goatee.
Gazing into his eyes through the darkness, she could see his need for her to say yes.
“I have a good job. The house will be done soon. We'll not deal with your family bullshit and have a good life. Amal, I waited for a whole year for you to come back here and see that I can give you a good life.
I should have spoke up before you left, but I could see that if you didn't go, you'd hate me forever.”
“This is so unexpected,” she said. “I never knew.”
“Everyone, but you knew,” he laughed, and stroked her
“You're such a dork,” she chided with a wicked smile.
“Yeah, yeah, I am,” he answered, and shut the door.
Again, she could have no idea of how alluring she was with her luminous blue-gray eyes, flushed cheeks, and red lips. Her change had altered her in ways she could not know. Her skin was very smooth and almost translucent. Her black hair looked silky against the rough fabric of her tank top and it glistened like raven's feathers.
“Oh, wow,” Pete whispered.
“What?”
“You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this,” he breathed.
“What?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you talking about?”
“I've had such a crush on you since we were kids.” Trembling a little, he drew near her. Gentle, roughened fingers caressed her cheek. She leaned into him.
“No, you didn't.”
“Yes, I did. A terrible crush.” Sitting next to her, he traced the lines of her face with quivering fingertips. His soft expression and strong body caused a little shiver in her own. Deep inside of her, a great need was born.
“Do you still?” she asked, kissing his lips ever so gently.
“Yeah,” he breathed, kissing her deeply.
***
“God, yes,” she whispered into his hair, moaning as he pushed harder into her. She moved her hips against his, grabbing his dark, curly hair, pulling his face against her neck. He was big and heavy and wonderful.
The sound of their lovemaking filled her ears. She loved the sound of his gasps, his moans, was enthralled by his gentle touch and brutal thrusts. She gasped and moaned with each delightful thrust.
They were on their third bout of lovemaking on the torn-apart queen-size bed. They had fallen onto the floor at one point and managed to keep going. She now believed him when he said he had wanted her all those years. He was like a man possessed and not able to get enough of her.
“Oh, God,” he murmured against her collarbone, then dragged his mouth down to her right breast.
With a wild little laugh, she arched up to him and gasped when he bit her hard, pierced nipple.
Dragging her off the bed, he pulled her close to him, her legs around his waist as he kissed her hungrily. She teased him by pulling back from him and licking his lips.
“I'm building the house for you,” he whispered, and managed to grab her hair and pull her close to him.
“What?” She shivered as he licked up her neck, his tongue playing with one of her silver earrings.
“I am building the house for you, waiting for you to come back,” Pete whispered. He turned and pushed her against the wall, sliding his cock deeper into her. “Waiting for you to come back and see if ain’t all bad out here.”
Biting her bottom lip, she dug her nails into his shoulders as she came closer to climax. Lost in the moment, she urged him to shove harder, rocking him with her legs, and gasping as he lightly bit her throat.
Lost in the frenzy of the moment, she couldn't fully fathom his words as he murmured them against her cheek. It wasn't until he collapsed against her, coming hard inside of her cool body, that she realized he had been whispering that he loved her.
“Stay here,” he's voice said, his voice a husky purr in her ear.
“Something went bad at the school. I know it. But stay here. I'll buy you a big ol' pink canopy.”
Her hands slid over his cheeks and stroked the softness of his goatee.
Gazing into his eyes through the darkness, she could see his need for her to say yes.
“I have a good job. The house will be done soon. We'll not deal with your family bullshit and have a good life. Amal, I waited for a whole year for you to come back here and see that I can give you a good life.
I should have spoke up before you left, but I could see that if you didn't go, you'd hate me forever.”
“This is so unexpected,” she said. “I never knew.”
“Everyone, but you knew,” he laughed, and stroked her
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