CHAPTER 8 #2
"Well, there have been a couple of points where I thought maybe we'd end up with joint protective orders, but then you spent all that time playing uno with Gus and now I don't know what's happening."
He blesses me with a huge smile that makes him more beautiful than any human has the right to be, and he chuckles before saying, "You have had your last first kiss, Eve.
Soon, you will have all of your last first sexual experiences.
Your world will begin and end with me, Wildcat.
I'm it for you. You are it for me. Saying otherwise will only serve to piss me off and make your life much more difficult than it has to be. "
"We met yesterday." I try to reason with him and also with myself because, he is right. I have felt something since that first time I saw him. I haven't wanted to dig too deeply into the feelings because I knew they couldn't be reciprocated, but...they are.
"Mmmm." He's still holding me when he speaks softly and directly into my ear. "You are mine, Eve. You've always been mine. You will always be mine. We just happened to discover it yesterday."
I pull back to look into his eyes. I need to know that this is real. How is this real? We met yesterday?! I don't know his last name. Oh. My. Sanity. I almost had sex with this guy, and I don't know his last name.
"I think we need to slow things down. We don't know anything about each other."
"No."
"No?"
"No. We're not slowing anything down. I explained how this will go. Next request."
I blink twice and tug my lips into my mouth. How do I respond to this? Do I respond?
"What's your last name?"
His jaw tenses and his lips purse slightly before he schools his face back to a slight grin. "Why do you need to know that?"
"Ah well, you kind of made it sound like we might share a last name at some point so, unless you plan to take mine, I need to know if it flows well with Eve."
"I won't be taking your name. We will be taking a shower now though. I can still smell stale playing cards and sweaty ballsack."
"That's a graphic depiction. Are you saying that I smell like sweaty ballsack?"
"Yes. Let's go."
I don't protest at all because, if he's right, I'm mortified.
I'm not even thinking about how a man will be seeing me naked for the first time ever or how the execution of this whole we will be naked in the shower together, but not having sex thing will work.
Until now, I'm thinking about all of that now.
We're standing in front of the bathroom vanity.
He has both hands on my hips and he's looking leisurely and hungrily up and down my clothing-clad body.
"I'm going to undress you now. I'm going to take my time, and you aren't going to hinder me in any way. I want you to keep your hands at your sides and remain still. Do you understand?"
Deep breath. Nod.
"Tell me that you understand."
"I understand."
"Good girl. I don't want to have to punish you, okay?"
My eyes widen. "Punish m-" my words are muffled when he places a finger over my mouth, silencing my question.
"Punish you. I don't want to but if I have to, it'll be for your own good."
"Yeah well, I don't want to have to fight you, but I will if you try to punish me for dumb shit."
He groans into my neck and nips my collarbone, sending a wave of intoxication straight through my core and between my legs.
"That sounds like fun, Wildcat. Maybe we should just go straight to punishment."
Turning my head, I bite his earlobe, causing him to jerk back and look at me, full of lust and warning.
"Be careful, Wildcat. Before I have to change the plan and go straight to fucking that untainted pussy right now."
He's breathing heavily and I'm a little proud of myself for effecting him so intensely. He appears to be straining to control himself. His jaw is clenched, and his breathing is labored. He stares at me for long seconds as if daring me to push him so that he can put his threat into action.
"I'll be good."
His eyes flare and I can hear him breathe out of his nostrils like a bull.
THAT definitely turned him on. Closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to mine, he attempts to gather his control.
He seems to come back to himself. Pulling away, he grabs the hem of my shirt, tugging it over my head.
He takes a moment to look over my stomach and the bra covering my breasts before reaching to my back and unclasping it.
My breasts burst free, and he sucks in a sharp breath through clenched teeth as he stares at them unbound.
I feel the sudden sting of exposure sharply until he reverently brushes the back of his fingers across my nipples and bends down to press a long kiss to each of them, sending shockwaves through my chest. Moving on to my jeans, he slowly unbuttons them, unzips them, and slides them leisurely off my hips and down my thighs.
He straightens and places his thumb in the dip between my collar bones.
The thumb trails from that dip, between my breasts, past my belly button and into my panties all the way to the bundle of nerves that is already swollen and throbbing.
He presses his thumb firmly against me and I whimper.
My head falls to his shoulder as I try to stay on my feet.
Mercifully, he pulls his thumb out of my panties and resumes pulling the jeans down my legs.
His muscular body follows the path of the jeans until he's kneeling on the floor in front of me.
The sight of him on his knees before me undoes me and the rules are quickly forgotten.
I reach for his face and start to lower to my knees when he swings out a hand and spanks my ass HARD.
A loud smacking sound reverberates throughout the small room.
An audible gasp leaves my lips, and I clench my thighs together to keep from combusting.
He keeps his hand there, squeezing and kneading my ass cheek.
Holy shit. I'm so wet. I have never been this wet and that fucking HURT!
Why did it make my clit swell even more and how did my panties become fully drenched?
I quickly jerk my hands back to my sides.
"I'll be good." At my words, he clenches my hips in his hands and buries his face just below my belly button.
I love how often this guy loses himself over something as simple as my words.
Keeping his face in my lower abdomen, he taps my left ankle, prompting me to lift my foot so he can remove my jeans. Then, he taps my right ankle.
With his index and middle fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, he kisses my stomach.
Pulling back, he looks at his fingers on each side of my hips and watches himself slide the panties down.
Now, he has pulled them down far enough to reveal how wet they are.
Seeing this, he smiles widely and looks up at me.
Squeezing my eyes shut and biting my lip, I will away the sight in front of me.
"Don't do that." He growls sternly.
"Do what?"
"Don't be embarrassed about being turned on by me. I'm the only person allowed to make these panties wet."
"Okay. I understand." The words are barely a whisper.
The words must satisfy him because he continues slowly pulling down my panties as though he doesn't want this moment to end. The white cotton fabric is halfway to my knees when he leans forward and plants a chaste kiss between my legs. I begin to pant and wobble on unsteady legs.
"Easy, Wildcat. We're just on the starting line."
The starting line? Holy shit. I'm not sure how much more I can take of this.
Just like before, he taps my ankles to signal me to lift my feet.
Slowly, he rises up my body while running his open palms up the back of my calves, thighs, ass, back, and into my hair.
He pulls me to him and kisses me with an intensity that lights my skin on fire.
The kiss isn't rough this time, but it isn't slow either.
This man kisses like his life depends on it and he's great at it in all the different approaches he takes to it. Some of his kisses make my heart flutter, while others nearly bring me to orgasm.
He backs up and stands in front of me with his hands at his sides while I stand in front of him completely naked.
He looks pained like he's trying to be still and he’s.
..struggling. Why is he struggling? Why is he being so still?
Oh shit. It's my turn. I'm supposed to undress him now.
He wants to touch me. That's why he's so distressed.
I step forward and look him up and down, unsure where to start.
I have never undressed anyone. So many firsts.
I place my palm on his chest over his shirt and he closes his eyes. This is a look I'm becoming accustomed to seeing on his face. I run my palm down his chest and past his abdomen to the hem of his shirt. Carefully pulling the shirt over his head, I have to go up on my tip toes to remove it fully.
"Oh fuckin hell."
"What's wrong?" His voice is wary.
Staring at his naked upper body... I can't believe what I'm seeing. There's lean muscle everywhere. I don't know a lot about BMI, but his has got to be incalculable because you can't put a number on perfection.
"It's like you were sculpted by the Devil. You have absolutely no right to be this hot. You're an asshole most of the time. You should look like an asshole. This is false advertisement."
He chuckles softly and I'm suddenly all too aware of my nudity.
I start to feel self-conscious in front of this biological chart of human perfection.
This is the picture we want to send out into the great unknown just in case there really is other life out there.
No way is someone coming to invade us if they think this is what they have to battle against. Or maybe we don't want to do that because beauty like this transcends species and possibly all life forms. We may be overrun with tentacles from Saturn and tails from Mars before we even know what hit us. Yeah. We better keep this under wraps.
Coming back to myself... deep breath. I look down at my naked body and for the first time, I notice my boobs aren't the same size.
The left nipple doesn't even point straight forward.
Oh, my goodness, I'm completely shaven. Is this normal?
I know most volleyball players shave everything because we play in very little clothing most of the time but what about other girls?
What about the girls he's used to being with?
Shit. How many girls has he been with? He's obviously more experienced than me. Does he think I'm a fumbling idiot?
"Stop."
My eyes jerk to his, startled by the command.
"Stop what?"
"Stop with the internal monologue of criticisms. Stop judging yourself and stop freaking out. You are the most perfect thing I have ever seen in my life. There is not a single thing that I would change about you." That absolutely cannot be true, right? No one is perfect, least of all me.
"If I were standing at the right hand of God while he was making you for me, you would still look exactly as you do right now and make no mistake....he made you for me."
"Wow." I say in a breath. I suppose it doesn't actually matter if it's true. It only matters if he believes it and I believe that he does.
This is absurd. This is illogical. This. Is. Madness.
But I don't care because whether this is madness or love, I can't say for sure, but I know it's too late. I've already fallen into it. Dear Diary, day 2. I'm truly fucked.
Fueled by his beautiful words and my own anxiety, I reach for the button of his jeans.
He lets out a quiet groan as I begin to pull them down his thighs.
Like he did for me earlier, I follow his jeans down his legs until I'm on my knees in front of him.
He reaches down and grasps my chin, lifting my face so that I'm looking up at him.
"I love the look of you like this on your knees for me."
"Do I get to spank your ass now?"
He quirks a grin and holds his hands up in an 'I won't do it again' gesture.
I tap each ankle, signaling him to help me remove each pant leg and then look back up at his boxers, noticing where they are tented in the front.
Too tented. He's either hiding an eggplant under there, or we have a serious problem.
I grab the waistband of his boxers and pull them down until IT springs free.
Launching to my feet, panic is in full swing.
He breaks out into a sly grin, and I cannot for the life of me figure out why because NOTHING about this situation is funny. Not one damn thing.
I turn and sprint for the door, but only two steps into my escape, calloused hands vault out, grasping me around the waist. He's laughing.
He's laughing so hard that no sound is coming out and tears are already streaming down his too handsome face.
I'm having a very different reaction, however.
My parasympathetic nervous system is at work, and it is fight or flight time, baby.
Flight didn't work out so fight it is. Grasping at his hands, I attempt to squirm against his hold.
I don't want to hurt him, but he's gonged to hurt me with that mutant dick if I don't get out of here.
I lift my leg to kick him in the shin, but he moves too quickly, and my heel hits the floor hard. "Shit!"
"Calm down before you hurt yourself even more." He scolds.
"Listen, we have to rethink this. I don't think it's supposed to look like that."
He immediately starts laughing again. His whole body is shaking, only now he has my upper body in a bear hug and his legs are wrapped around my thighs, holding my legs in place.
"Eve, you were made for me. In the beginning, the plan was you and me. Our bodies will fit together perfectly. I promise. Don't be scared. There is no avoiding the inevitable."
"The inevitable?"
"Us. Adam and Eve."