Enemy Beloved

30 | what could have been

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C L A I R E

Sleep hasn't been my friend for long, but I wake up with a smile for the first time in four years. A yawn leaves me the moment I open my eyes and am greeted with the sound of silence, followed by the sound of birds chirping perched on the garden trees.

The heavy weight on my waist makes me look down to see a strong, muscular arm, endowed with light hair, wrapped around me securely, keeping me close to the warmth of the body behind my back.

I remember last night. It has been embedded like permanent ink in my mind and I will never forget it. People say that we never forget the person we lose our virginity to and maybe that's right because Vaughn has been in my mind for years now and last night only made him more everlasting.

"Good, morning, nemesis," Vaughn groans, nuzzling his nose on my shoulder.

"Good morning." I avoid turning around, conscious of my morning breath, but I twine an arm around his neck while his hand reaches under the blanket.

A husky moan leaves me when his fingers touch my sex, inserting a finger in swiftly. I rub my thighs together, locking his hand in place firmly. My one-arm grip around his neck tightens when he starts pumping his fingers in and out of my sex.

His thick fingers are an expert in gliding in and out of me. Their heat burns me, infiltrating corners of my treacherous heart.

"Fuck!" he growls, speeding up and I feel the length of his cock digging into my naked ass. "You're so tight. I love this pussy."

"Hmm...Oh, God!"

He pulls out his fingers and gives a soft slap to my sex, cupping me with his palm. Delirious sensations rise through me and I whimper, seeing blur everywhere I look. He lifts one of my legs and puts it over his thigh in such a way that the tip of his cock is in line with my opening.

"You're still sore." His other hand reaches under my neck, pillowing my head on his arm as he speaks. "But I want to fuck you. Can I?"

"Yes...please," I breathe hazily, my eyes closed and my hips moving in slow circles to feel the friction of his cock. He is so huge, thick, and always ready for me. It makes me blind with lust.

He doesn't say anything else as he pushes inside me in one go, the hardness of him burying to the hilt inside me.

"Holy fuck..."

He pulls out and thrusts in again, making my boobs bounce. His hand under my head curls around until it is cupping my boobs, pinching the nipples one by one between his thumb and forefinger as he presses a trail of kisses down my neck.

"Yes! Oh my God!" I scream shamelessly as he thrusts deeper, faster. The sound of our moans and his skin slapping against mine are the only sounds audible and the chirping of the birds has long since drowned out. "Fuck...Vaughn!"

"You are fucking me." He chuckles, his voice sounding strained and raspy, although the hint of playfulness never seems to disappear.

I don't bother with a comeback as he speeds up further, making the bed creak under our movements. With each thrust of his cock, my insides churn and the sensation is so good; it feels like he will end up rearranging my organs with his movements. He moves out and thrusts again, this time his cock hitting a particular spot inside me that I see stars. My vision goes dark and I have to bite on his arm to stop my scream from waking up our neighbors. My muscles tense, pleasure pooling inside my belly and with another thrust of his hard cock, I come violently., shaking in his arms.