Chapter 20
IN THRUST WE TRUST
I’m coming down off the high, shaking a little, struggling to get my breath, when he thrusts into me and starts to fuck me cruelly, hard and ruthless, with the force moving the sofa along the floor.
The heightened sensations after being newly brought to orgasm have me feeling every moment, every shunt, every squeeze of my walls, and wishing I could come again.
God. Please. Close, I’m so close.
He hammers in ten, twenty more times, then stiffens, and his cock swells as he comes, finishing with his hands clawed onto my hips.
After he unties me, we end up in the shower together, upstairs, where we soap each other down and wash away the filth of the day, the leftover mess from sex, though truthfully, it’s mostly him washing me.
I’m close to dead. My legs shake as I climb into bed then collapse with a huff and feel him snuggle the huge length of his body into me from behind.
My eyes close, knowing I must explain all this to my neighbors tomorrow.
A day of miles of walking, of rough, incredible, scary sex, of doing it with a man who isn’t quite precisely a man?
I’m crazy, though. I’m the weird one.
I let him do all that after knowing him for a day.
After he murdered for me.
After he scared the bejesus out of me.
Well, that part was after he tied me up so, no choice.
Choice, that’s the answer and the reason. He could’ve done anything, and yet he let me choose.
That says it all. Guess I can trust him?
I tumble into sleep with his arm over me and his warmth against my skin, his breath in my hair.