Living in the big city is what you've known for a long time. You weren't every guys' ideal type, but you had a pretty face. Not confident in yourself, you let reading and college take over your life. Being the hard working student that you are, you...
"Morning, handsome." Removing his hands from my face, he pulls me on top of him so I'm straddling him. I smile down at him, placing my hands on his chest. Grabbing the sheets he drapes it over us.
"Steph-" Cutting me off his cock enters me. I moan laying my head on his shoulder. He thrusts his hips upwards into me. "Shit!" He hisses.
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Picking my head back up I attach our lips together. He hungrily kisses me, his tongue piercing hitting the back of teeth. He sucks on my tongue, his tongue coaxing mines in a dance. I cry out in pure pleasure, when his cock spills his seed deep inside me.
"Fuckk!" He groans. My walls clench tight onto his cock milking him dry. I moan feeling both our arousal mixed deep inside of me. Both our breathing coming out like pants, his chest arising up and down erratically.
I peck his lips sucking on his bottom lip. He groans smacking my ass, I squeal loudly at the impact. "Haha..I'm sorry. Did that hurt?" He whisper huskily.
"No..it felt so fucking good." With that he smacks me again this time harder. The sting vibrates towards my pussy. His limp cock still buried deep inside me.
A few more minutes of messing around, and we're still in bed. Stephen had a photoshoot later, so I was trying to spend as much time with him as possible.
"Where do we even go from here? I mean I'm only here until November." I frown.
He grips my chin making me look up at him. "What do you want?" I look deep into his green orbs, and wonder how life with him might be like. I mean we have only been dating for almost two months now, but that wasn't enough to up and move in with him.
I did love him and that was much obvious. I still couldn't tell him that, but it was killing me not letting him know.
I needed to start my own life, and move out of my mom's house. I was 23 years old, I should really start thinking about making myself happy. But wouldn't that break my mother's heart? This would be short notice for her. Especially since she had no idea I was even talking to Stephen in the first place.
I knew she would gladly accept him into the family. My mom never judged anyone, if I was happy then she was happy for me. But leaving the Bronx, and all that I known to travel with my boyfriend and live in his day to day life. That was a lot of pressure.
But I was willing to risk it all. I wanted to be in this relationship with Stephen, and give it a try.
