24. Tru
CHAPTER 24
TRU
H e smiled, stepping into my house before closing the door behind him to lean against it.
Leaning forward, he whispered in my ear, “I want to make love to my girl. Let me take care of you, sweetness.”
I thought about it for a second. “What happens after?”
He grinned. “I make you come again.”
“Van.” I blushed. “You know what I mean.”
With another honest expression, he vowed, “I’ll cherish you forever.”
He knew we were alone. My adoptive parents were gone for the night. They were all at a charity event.
With each step he made toward my room, I felt the butterflies bubbling in my stomach. I wasn’t nervous, more like anxious for what was to come.
“I missed you,” I said as he laid me down on my bed before he hovered over my small frame, caging me in with his arms around my face.
“I missed you too, baby.”
I was only wearing a flimsy sundress, and it was easy to throw over my head after he kissed me. Once I was naked, he eyed me with a predatory regard that had my thighs clenching.
Nobody made me feel what he could. At eighteen years old, I was already aware no one else ever would.
I could sense he was hesitating, probably on my behalf, knowing this was the first time for me. I wanted to feel him in every possible manner. I had for months, but he never tried more than just kissing. He respected me, and coming from a guy like him, it meant everything.
Recognizing his uncertainty, I made it easy for him. Tugging his lips back to mine, I coaxed, “Touch me, Vaughan.”
“Where?” he said into my mouth.
“Anywhere you want.”
He smiled as he slipped his tongue past my parting lips. Working it in ways that had my legs spreading and wrapping around his waist. My arms quickly followed, doing the same around his neck.
No space or distance between us.
He kissed me gently, adoringly, fervently.
He pulled back a little, resting his forehead on mine to look deep into my eyes. I’d become familiar with that hunger in his stare. Although he wasn’t even touching me, I felt him all over.
I craved his touch.
His taste.
The feel of him on top of me and between my legs.
All his adoration.
His love.
Devotion.
Every laugh.
Smile.
Everything and anything.
I just wanted him.
Reaching for the front of his shirt, I helped him pull it over his head to toss it on the floor next to my dress. My fingers pressed against the pulse of his neck, wanting to feel it beating only for me. I stayed there for a few seconds, slowly skimming them down to his heart and then his taut abs until I reached for his belt.
The warmth and softness of his skin made my sex clench and my stomach flutter. The butterflies he always stirred never got old. It was one of my favorite emotions he evoked.
The feelings he ignited inside me were what fairy tales were made of. I never thought I’d find a love like his.
Like ours.
I thanked my lucky stars he came into my life when he did, making me believe I was worth being cared for. I grew up on my own, constantly being called a burden or annoying—the list was endless.
When you’d heard it enough, you started to believe it. I spent years telling myself I wasn’t an accident or a mistake. I had a purpose.
“Hey…” Van stressed. “Where did you go?”
“I’m sorry.” I shook my head, covering my face. “I’m ruining this.”
He pulled my hands away. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Tru, don’t hide from me.”
I sighed. “I don’t know. I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life."
I didn’t need to hear anything else.
This was perfect.
He was perfect.
Reaching for his belt, I gasped when he unexpectedly gripped my hand and stopped me.
“Are you sure?”
Before I could assure him, tell him what I felt so deeply in my heart, how much he meant to me, how much I wanted to be his and only his, how much I wanted him to own me.
Mind.
Body.
Soul.
He hoarsely murmured against my lips, “Cinderella, I’ve never been with a virgin before.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I never wanted to take that from a girl.”
I softly chuckled. “You’re saying all the right things.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Again, I repeated the words he needed to hear from me, “I trust you.”
He let go of my hand, and I unclasped his belt. Next was his zipper before he kicked off his jeans and boxers. I reached for his dick, but he moved my hand out of the way.
“This isn’t about me. It’s about you, Tru.”
His gaze set me on fire, and my heart kicked into overdrive. I loved the way he was looking at me. He had my heart in his hands, to do with as he pleased, and I’d remember this moment for eternity.
I knew right then and there I would never be able to go without him. He was my always and forever.
Licking his lips, he leaned in to kiss me. The second his tongue touched mine, my back pushed further into the mattress. My legs spread wider for him while he placed all his weight on his arms that were cradling my face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky to have another one of your firsts?” He started to place gentle kisses down my cleavage and toward my nipple, sucking one into his mouth as his hand caressed the other.
Chills ran up and down my spine as my back arched off the bed, wanting more, and he happily obliged. I could feel his erection on my wet core, and he purposely moved his hips, grinding against my heat and creating a delicious tingling that I felt all over.
I moaned, already falling apart, which earned me a forceful yet tender caress of his hand against my clit. He manipulated my bundle of nerves, and within seconds, my legs began to shake, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
“Eyes on me.”
I opened them as he effortlessly made his way down my body. Once his face was between my legs, he pushed his fingers into my opening and sucked my clit into his mouth in a back-and-forth motion.
My hands immediately gripped his hair, and he grunted in satisfaction. I couldn’t take it anymore. The room started spinning, and my breathing became erratic.
“Ah … mmm…” That was all I could manage as I exploded on his tongue in a mind-blowing orgasm.
I heard a rustling of some sort and opened my eyes to see that he was opening a condom, but I stopped him.
“I’m on the pill.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I’ve never gone raw before.”
I smiled wide, feeling this surge of emotion tear through my veins. “Then I’m taking one of your firsts too.”
He slammed his mouth onto mine, giving me exactly what I craved, and placed the tip of his dick at my opening.
I moved my hips, beckoning him to keep going, yet still, he didn’t move an inch, and I started to worry.
However, when I felt his hand move lower toward my clit again, I began to relax. His fingers played my overstimulated nub, and seconds later, he slowly eased his way inside me. The sensations of his fingers replaced the uncomfortable feeling of his thrusts.
I was done for.
There would be no coming back from him.
I was his.
Exactly the way I wanted.
“Are you okay?” he groaned into my mouth.
“Hmm…”
“You’re so tight, so good. You were made for me, baby.”
Van
Nothing compared or even came close to the feeling of Tru on my cock. This was more than just sex, more than just two bodies coming together, more than anything I’d ever experienced before.
This was her.
Mine.
I patiently moved in inch by inch, trying to take her as slowly as I could, wanting to cherish her the way she deserved.
“Almost there.” I thrust in a little more, wanting to give her a bit of comfort.
“Mmm…” she replied.
“There,” I whispered, nuzzling her neck. “I’m inside you. Can you feel me?”
“Yes…”
Not stopping the friction of my fingers against her clit, I uttered, “There’s my girl.”
I moved my fingers faster while gradually thrusting in and out of her.
So wet.
So perfect.
My thumb brushed against her cheek, and she smiled as I kissed the tip of her nose, thrusting a little faster. I grabbed the back of her neck to keep our eyes locked.
My forehead hovered above hers as we caught our breaths, trying to find a rhythm. My thrusts became harder and rougher, her body responding to everything I was giving.
What I was taking…
Claiming.
Her eyes dilated in pleasure but also in pain, and I immediately lapped at her breasts, unable to stop myself from devouring her.
“Vaughn,” she breathed out, and I swear my cock got harder.
I moved up to her face, and our mouths were parted as we both panted profusely, clinging to every sensation of our lovemaking. I felt myself come apart, and she was right there with me.
“I love you,” she repeated over and over, coming down my balls and on the bed, taking me right over the edge with her. I shook with my release and passionately kissed her again, wanting to savor this moment a little longer. I don’t know how long we stayed like that.
I kissed all around her face.
Her neck.
Her breasts.
Once it was time to go to the bathroom, I carried her in there with me and turned on the shower.
To take care of what was mine, now and forever?
Except there was one thing I didn’t do…
I didn’t say, “I love you too.”