Not that my little thong was much coverage, but it was completely gone. "You really have to quit ruining my panties. Those fuckers are expensive."
His lips captured mine, and I forgot all about scolding him. My toes dug into the back of his boxers and tugged them down around his knees. He grinned against my mouth and I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling lightly on the ends. Stephen leaned back and his smile was breathtaking. I sucked in a breath as the emotions tumbled around inside me.
Stephen's large hand cupped the side of my face. "Baby, are you okay?"
I bit my lip and nodded. His lips brushed over my cheeks and eyelids. My breath caught in my throat as he pushed inside me. Our moans were in unison as he pulled out and pushed back in. This was all too much. I couldn't do this.
I pushed at Stephen's chest and he leaned back. My heels dug into his ass as he did, sliding into a different position.
"There. Right there," I gasped.
He interlocked our fingers and rested them on my open thighs. His thumb rubbed small circles on my clit as he thrust. My eyes caught Stephen's and it felt even more intimate. I was terrified he could see everything I tried to keep hidden inside me. I cried out as my orgasm built. My body shattered around him, and a few seconds later Stephen collapsed against me, careful not to crush me as his own release followed.
"That was intense," he whispered into my hair.
I nodded as I tried to catch my breath. If he only knew.
The sun flooding in through the open window woke me early. It occurred to me now that we should've closed the blinds before going to sleep. I tried to keep from moving so I didn't wake Stephen. He was such a light sleeper, and I needed to assess how I felt before he woke up. The light of day made me realize that sleeping with him might not have been the best idea. We still hadn't figured anything out between us and last night had been more intimate than I planned. He stretched behind me and his arm wrapped tighter around me.
"Good morning, baby."
Too late.
"Hi," I whispered.
He leaned up and nuzzled my ear. "How are you this beautiful morning?"
How was I feeling? I wanted more time to figure it out, but now that option was gone.
"I think I'm okay?" It came out as more of a question than a statement.
I glanced over my shoulder and a frown covered his handsome face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, really."
"I'm happy you're here with me." I gave him a small smile. "Okay, you're making me nervous. Can you please tell me what's wrong, baby?"
"This is uncharted territory. Last time I was here, and we did this," I gestured between us. "It didn't turn out so great. I'm just nervous, I guess."
"I regret how I treated you. I thought you understood that."
"I do, but it doesn't change the fact that we still haven't actually talked about anything yet."
Stephen climbed out of bed. "I'm going to go make breakfast."
"Okay," I said quietly. He pulled up his boxers and went into the bathroom.
The last thing I wanted was to hurt Stephen, but I couldn't just jump back into something unresolved. Just because we slept together didn't mean we were back together. I ran my hand down my face and pulled the pillow over my head. Why did I always have to make things so fucking awkward?
I got dressed and went into the kitchen. Stephen wore a pair of low slung pajama pants. Not many people knew he loved to cook. He made me pancakes at least once a week when we were living together, so when I walked in and he was pouring the batter, my heart pounded in my chest. Every day he didn't have to rush off somewhere for work, we sat out on the deck cuddling and eating. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to ward off the memories of him feeding me small bites as I leaned back into his chest.
"Pancakes?"
"That sounds great." Hopefully I could hide how much this was killing me inside.
"Okay, so you want to talk."
"That was the whole point of going to dinner."
"Taylor, I get that one
His lips captured mine, and I forgot all about scolding him. My toes dug into the back of his boxers and tugged them down around his knees. He grinned against my mouth and I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling lightly on the ends. Stephen leaned back and his smile was breathtaking. I sucked in a breath as the emotions tumbled around inside me.
Stephen's large hand cupped the side of my face. "Baby, are you okay?"
I bit my lip and nodded. His lips brushed over my cheeks and eyelids. My breath caught in my throat as he pushed inside me. Our moans were in unison as he pulled out and pushed back in. This was all too much. I couldn't do this.
I pushed at Stephen's chest and he leaned back. My heels dug into his ass as he did, sliding into a different position.
"There. Right there," I gasped.
He interlocked our fingers and rested them on my open thighs. His thumb rubbed small circles on my clit as he thrust. My eyes caught Stephen's and it felt even more intimate. I was terrified he could see everything I tried to keep hidden inside me. I cried out as my orgasm built. My body shattered around him, and a few seconds later Stephen collapsed against me, careful not to crush me as his own release followed.
"That was intense," he whispered into my hair.
I nodded as I tried to catch my breath. If he only knew.
The sun flooding in through the open window woke me early. It occurred to me now that we should've closed the blinds before going to sleep. I tried to keep from moving so I didn't wake Stephen. He was such a light sleeper, and I needed to assess how I felt before he woke up. The light of day made me realize that sleeping with him might not have been the best idea. We still hadn't figured anything out between us and last night had been more intimate than I planned. He stretched behind me and his arm wrapped tighter around me.
"Good morning, baby."
Too late.
"Hi," I whispered.
He leaned up and nuzzled my ear. "How are you this beautiful morning?"
How was I feeling? I wanted more time to figure it out, but now that option was gone.
"I think I'm okay?" It came out as more of a question than a statement.
I glanced over my shoulder and a frown covered his handsome face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, really."
"I'm happy you're here with me." I gave him a small smile. "Okay, you're making me nervous. Can you please tell me what's wrong, baby?"
"This is uncharted territory. Last time I was here, and we did this," I gestured between us. "It didn't turn out so great. I'm just nervous, I guess."
"I regret how I treated you. I thought you understood that."
"I do, but it doesn't change the fact that we still haven't actually talked about anything yet."
Stephen climbed out of bed. "I'm going to go make breakfast."
"Okay," I said quietly. He pulled up his boxers and went into the bathroom.
The last thing I wanted was to hurt Stephen, but I couldn't just jump back into something unresolved. Just because we slept together didn't mean we were back together. I ran my hand down my face and pulled the pillow over my head. Why did I always have to make things so fucking awkward?
I got dressed and went into the kitchen. Stephen wore a pair of low slung pajama pants. Not many people knew he loved to cook. He made me pancakes at least once a week when we were living together, so when I walked in and he was pouring the batter, my heart pounded in my chest. Every day he didn't have to rush off somewhere for work, we sat out on the deck cuddling and eating. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to ward off the memories of him feeding me small bites as I leaned back into his chest.
"Pancakes?"
"That sounds great." Hopefully I could hide how much this was killing me inside.
"Okay, so you want to talk."
"That was the whole point of going to dinner."
"Taylor, I get that one
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