mine. Mmmmm.
His lips.
We kissed. His tongue circled my lips, licking the outside of them lightly.
In and out. In and out.
Oh God. I need something to…
Bite.
I clenched my teeth and bit the inside of my lip. My pussy began to contract as he slid in and out. I clenched my jaw and exhaled.
And came, and came.
I raised my hips…
And an orgasm filled me. I relaxed. And. I. Came.
And as he slowly fucked me I collapsed on the floor, unable to hold my butt off of the floor.
He lowered his face to mine and kissed me softly.
And he laid his head on my chest. His breathing slowed and he remained still. I reached around his back and held him until his cock became flaccid.
He twitched.
I may or may not have fallen asleep.
And slowly, he raised his body from mine, and opened the closet door.
The light in the room was blinding. I blinked and looked into the room. Erik ducked under the clothes, and stepped into the room. Standing naked, he held his arm out toward me. I reached out and grabbed his fingers with my hand, and he helped me to my feet.
Okay, that closet thing started out really, really weird, but it got extremely sexy real quick.
“Grab your stuff. Your pajamas, baby girl,” he said as he pointed to the closet floor.
He pulled on his jeans, buckled his belt, and inhaled. He looked up at the ceiling and exhaled.
As he pulled his shirt over his head, he took another quick breath.
“Things may be kind of crazy here for a few days. There’s some stuff going on with the club. Don’t worry. It’ll all work out, but I may be busy, and I could be in some strange moods here for a few days, we’ll see,” he reached for his boots.
After he laced up his boots, he picked up his holster and held it in his hand.
“Kiss me, baby girl,” he said.
We kissed. He hugged me. As he pulled himself away, he spoke.
“Lock the door behind me, baby girl, okay,” he said over his shoulder.
I nodded.
“Yes sir.”
And he left.
I stepped over the shoes that littered the floor and flipped the light switch.
I pulled the blankets up to my chin and stared at the ceiling, smiling.
I had no idea what was going on, but that was not about him, it was about me.
Exhausted, and with a clear head, I closed my eyes.
And fell asleep.
ERIK. Trust . You may not always be able to trust the person that you love , but you can always love the person that you trust.
Love at first sight. Love that just is. That would mean trust at first sight. Trust that just is. The thought of that, to me, was foolish.
Trust , for me, has always been a difficult thing. I have lived a life where I never really exposed myself to many people who I had to trust. With me, trust was something that had to be earned, and I made it difficult for a person to earn my trust. I typically tested them, giving them opportunities to make mistakes or fail me. In time, it seemed that most eventually did. The few that remained were my brothers, and I held them close to my heart.
So far Kelli had made no mistakes.
This wasn’t any form of indication that she was infallible, none of us are. But for me, everything was indicating that she was perfect - perfect for me . I found this to be comforting and disturbing both. Trusting that a person is and will always be as they seem was becoming increasingly difficult. If Kelli stayed the way that she was now , I could see myself being with her forever and being happy. Loving her, however, was something I wasn’t sure I could ever do.
Trust had to come first.
I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and inspected myself for faults. This had become somewhat of a ritual after my exercise. Not so much an inspection for reasons of admiration, but an assessment to be critical of myself, to attempt to find faults, and make corrections. Some men exercise in an effort to grow bigger, get stronger, and become more buff. I exercised to stay the