“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I wanted you to know that I want to, in case you wanted to, too.”
“That was quite a run-on sentence.” I smile.
She laughs softly.
“I’ve never before,” I tell her. And it’s the truth; I haven’t.
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I’ve never slept with a guy without a condom before either. But I want to with you. There’s no pressure. I just wanted you to know the option’s there if you want it. I trust you, Vaughn.”
I love you.
The words are right there on the tip of my tongue.
She’s so fucking amazing.
And I want her so badly. I want to feel her.
“I trust you, too.” I toss the condom aside and kiss her.
I lower her back, lying between her legs. She brings them up around my hips. My cock is pressed up against her pussy, hot and bare.
And I can’t wait a moment longer.
I break away from her lips. “You’re sure?” I check.
“I’m sure. Are you?”
I answer that by pushing inside her.
“Jesus, Charly,” I groan, closing my eyes to the feel of her around my cock, hot and snug and so fucking wet.
“I know,” she says, her hands sliding into my hair.
“You feel incredible.” Lights are dancing behind my eyes. I’ve never felt anything like her before.
She tugs me down to her mouth and kisses me. I push my tongue into her mouth, taking control of the kiss.
Then, I very slowly pull my cock out of her, drawing out the sensation. When I reach the tip, I ease back in up to the hilt.
“This feels…I’ve never…not with anyone…God, Charly, you feel like fucking heaven.”
Her hand comes up to my face, her fingers dusting over my lips. I catch hold of her middle finger and suck it into my mouth.
I watch as her pupils dilate.
She pulls her finger from my mouth and traces a wet path between her breasts. My cock swells.
I pull back out again and reach my hand between us, taking hold of my dick, and I move him up and down her slit, wet and slippery. I tease her clit with the head of my cock.
“Vaughn.” Her back arches off the bed, her fingers gripping ahold of the bed cover. She fixes me with a stare. “I need you to fuck me.”
Moving my hand away, I slam back inside her.
“Yes!” she cries.
I take her mouth with mine and start to fuck her slow.
Only it doesn’t feel like fucking anymore. It feels like I’m making love to her.
I want to take my time with her because I want this to last. I want to stay here, inside her, for the rest of my life.
Her legs wrap around my back, the heels of her feet digging into me. “Harder, Vaughn. Faster,” she moans.
“Impatient.” I smile against her mouth.
But, in the end, I give her what she wants. I can’t seem to say no to her.
I pull all the way out and thrust back in hard.
“Yes! Again,” she cries.
So, I do it again.
I give her more. I give her all of me.
I make love to her in a mixture of hard and fast, slow and gentle until we finally come together, falling apart in each other’s arms.
I lie there, breathing heavily against her neck. I lift my head and brush my mouth over hers. “I don’t want to move.”
“So, don’t.” She brushes her fingers through my hair. “We can clean up later.”
But we don’t clean up. We fall asleep there together, wrapped up in each other.
“You got everything?” Vaughn asks me as he puts our bags in the trunk of his car.
It’s time to head back to Vegas. We’re driving over to Vaughn’s parents’, and then his dad is going to drive us to the airport and bring Vaughn’s car back.
I’m really sad to be leaving. I’ve had the best time here with him. I don’t want it to be over.
“Here’s your cell,” he says, handing it to me.
God, my cell.
I can’t believe I haven’t used it all weekend. I didn’t even come out to the car to check my messages. I was too busy having fun with Vaughn and his family. Three days without it, and I survived. And I didn’t even miss it. Go figure. I didn’t even miss watching TV. They have a TV at his mom and dad’s house, and it was on during the times we went over there, but I didn’t even bother watching it.
I enjoyed the quiet at Vaughn’s. The disconnection to the outside world. Maybe I should do it more often.
Part of me doesn’t even want to go back to the real world yet. But I guess I have to sometime.
I press the button to wake my cell up, but the screen stays black. I push it again, and I get the red battery sign.
“My phone’s dead,” I tell him.
“Yeah, mine is, too.” Vaughn chuckles, looking down at his. “That always happens when I come here. Leave it turned on in my car, and the battery just drains. You can charge it in the car if you want. I have a charger in there for occasions such as this.”
I smile at him and then drop my phone in my bag. “No, I’m good. I’ll wait till I get back to Vegas. Charge it up there.”
“You sure?” he checks. “I know how much you love it.”
“Not as much as I’ve loved being here.”
He stares at me for a moment and then comes over, resting his arms over my shoulders. I tip my head back, looking up at him.