24. Rollercoaster Of Emotions
Chapter twenty-four
Rollercoaster Of Emotions
Maggie
Resting my chin on my arm, I stayed close to Paul as I studied him. He hadn’t said anything, and while the moonlight was bright, it couldn’t help me figure out what he was thinking. Paul never showed his feelings.
Lowering my eyes, I glanced over at the pond, trying to figure out how to ask the question without sounding needy. “Do you want to see me again? Or is this a one-time thing? Either is fine, I guess, but I just showed up here, and I feel like I pushed you into this.”
Instead of saying a word, he leaned up, grasping my body while he kissed the hell out of me.
When he finally pulled back, his cock was bobbing under the weight of a new erection.
“Anything about the way I touch you gives you that impression?” he asked as his hand drifted back to my bare breast.
The first brush of his rough thumb against my nipple made my core light up with need again. I sucked in a quick breath, my eyes falling shut as the sensations he created brought my body to a hypersensitive place where desire coursed through me.
A whimper escaped as I shook my head.
His low growl in reply only built up tension as his gaze pierced through my insecurities.
“We can be together whenever you want to be,” he said, rolling both nipples now.
A storm brewed inside of me at the way his touch sent shock waves to my core. Moisture pooled between my legs.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
My eyes flew open as I felt one of his hands fell to my thigh, his finger teasing my swollen lower lips. Surprisingly, they tingled in anticipation, ready for whatever he had planned.
“Yes,” I replied, breathing harder as he lightly glided a calloused finger through my arousal.
Lightly, he searched for my clit, grunting when I gasped and he knew he’d found it.
“Kneel in front of the log,” he directed.
When I glanced back at him, he licked the finger that had just been inside me.
My inner muscles clenched. Did he really want me enough to want to taste me?
More than once? If he did, I felt he deserved my faith in him to follow his instructions to the letter.
I had no idea what I was doing, but he had a plan.
“Put your hands on it, close your eyes, and just feel.”
Once I was in place, I glanced back to find Paul appreciating my figure. When I leaned back, doing a type of cat stretch, a low growl emanated from his chest. With a bit of a tremble to his hands, he tore open another condom and rolled it on just before lining up behind me.
I waggled to get his attention, but he wasn’t concerned about himself. His hands went back to their locations from just a second ago, both of them unrelenting in their insistence that they bring me pleasure.
With both sensations hitting me at the same time, the gentle rolling of my nipple and circling my clit, the steady pressure setting fire to my core.
A moan escaped as I pushed back into him, but he didn’t make any move to do more than pleasure me.
With a steadfast determination and a knack for finding and properly stimulating my clit, I felt something inexplicable stirring deep inside of me.
When I’d touched myself over the years, it’d never felt like this. This was something entirely different. Something dark and delicious.
“Paul?” I whimpered, feeling whatever it was taking root in my core.
Taking one of my hands off the log, he placed it on my nipple. “Do what I was doing and don’t stop.”
Leaning forward so my forearm rested on the log, I did as he said, finding it incredible that I could intensify what was happening by the way I touched myself. I’d never thought of combining the sensations before, but this was incredible.
As my breathing became more erratic, Paul softly cursed. The sight of me pleasuring myself made him say something. I’d have to remember that. The other thing I knew he liked I could easily provide. Stopping my own pleasure, I coated my index finger in my arousal, offering it to Paul.
Eagerly, his mouth clamped onto my finger, licking it clean. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at knowing how much he wanted every last drop.
With Paul’s chest pressed to my back, the vibration of his pleasure going straight to my core, and the way he fried my senses with all of his sorcery as he placed my hand back on my breast, I felt his cock press against my lower lips.
His fingers on my clit kept moving as I rolled my sensitive nipple.
The heat in my core resumed as if it had never stopped.
Only then did he ease his tip just past my lower lips. I rocked back, seeking more of him, eager for him to be inside of me again as his steady fingers brought me closer and closer to the edge of insanity.
My knees shook with an impending explosion. Every fiber of my being prepared for what was coming, tensed and waiting.
“More, Paul. Please,” I whimpered, both wanting and slightly terrified of what was to come.
With just a few firm thrusts, he was buried inside of me again, where he belonged.
Full. I was so full of everything Paul that I felt like some sort of giant wave was about to take me under.
“Paul,” I rasped. “Oh, shit, don’t stop.”
“Never, Mags,” he promised.
With his deep, slow thrusts adding to the overwhelming sensations in my core, I was about to have the orgasm to end them all.
I wasn’t sure what if I would survive it, but it was coming so hard and fast that I used my free hand to cover my mouth as a giant wave washed over me, every muscle I possessed spasming in ecstasy.
Paul let out a strangled growl, his hips slowing as he reached his climax, too, and then exhaustion hit me so hard that the world went black.
When my eyes drifted open, I found myself in my bed at the Litchfield Inn, but I had no recollection of how I got here. Turning, I hoped I’d find Paul, but he wasn’t here.
Did he bring me back here and leave? Panicked, I glanced around the room when I heard my phone vibrate on the nightstand. It was already seven in the morning?
Paul: That last one sort of did you in, so I dressed you as best I could and put you to bed. How are you feeling?
Thank heavens the Litchfield Inn’s doors opened to the street.
At least he didn’t have to carry me past the front desk.
Checking my clothes, I realized I was missing a few things.
Glancing over at the table, I saw my tank top that he hadn’t put back on, which was understandable, but where were my panties?
Me: Yeah, sorry about that. I’m good, really good. Um, strange question, but I'm missing something. Where are my panties?
I nibbled my lower lip until he replied.
Paul: In my pocket where they’re gonna stay.
Warmth spread through my core. He wanted to keep them?
I giggled and kicked my feet. Paul Stratton had my panties? In what world did I ever think that would happen? I pinched myself to make sure it was real, then sighed in contentment. Paul really did like me.
Me: So, how are you?
Paul: Had a nice sleep after walking home. Your car’s in the lot.
Wait, he drove me back in my car, put me to bed, and left my car for me? It was miles back to his place.
Me: Thank you. I didn’t mean to put you out, Paul. I’m sorry I fell asleep.
Paul: It was two in the morning, and I take pride knowing I did that.
Besides, I know for a fact that we both went to bed with a smile on our face.It was two in the morning, and I take pride knowing I could do that for you, Mags.
Besides, I know for a fact that we both went to bed with a smile on our face.
Wait, he was happy? My heart sped up at the thought.
Me: So, when can I see you?
Paul: I have to work today.
It was like a record scratch on the morning-after bliss I’d been feeling. How could I be on this roller coaster where one minute I was elated that he seemed to want me, and the next second I crashed down in despair, thinking he only wanted my body?
My brain ran through the scenario: Paul, a lonely farmer who had no one in town but that ample-chested busybody at the diner to even consider taking as a lover. But then I come back to town. Was I just a convenient opportunity?
Paul: Check your doorstep, Mags. You’ll find something waiting for you.
I’d always loved the nickname he had for me, but this morning, it felt different. Softer. More intimate.
Throwing the covers back, I hopped out of bed and looked out the peephole hoping to find him, but no one was there.
With my heart falling to my toes, I unlocked the door and found a bag and a to-go cup of coffee.
Picking up my shattered dreams with my breakfast, I smiled as I went back inside and locked the door.
He brought me two sprinkle doughnuts, my favorite kind from Eicker’s Bakery. He remembered.
Smiling, I texted him back.
Me: These are my favorite. You remembered.
Paul: I remember everything.
Okay, so maybe we were shit at writing letters to each other, and communicating by text, too, but this was so sweet of him. That meant he’d come back before his chores just to make sure I had breakfast.
Me: You’ll stop for lunch today, right? Why don’t you meet me at our favorite place in the park for a picnic at 1. I’ll bring the food this time.
Paul: Sure, see you there.
Even thought I’d thought he’d say no, he said yes. Was that progress? It sure felt like it.
With a secret smile on my face, I approached the mirror, trying to see if I looked any different now that I was no longer a virgin.
I expected to feel sore or embarrassed, but I was neither.
Everything with Paul was perfect and I couldn’t stop smiling.
But that’s when I looked down and saw the dirt on my knees.
The more clothes I removed, the more dirt I found.
So, while I hated to wash off Paul’s scent from my body, I had to shower.
After taking a few bites of the world’s best doughnut, I melted into a long, steamy shower, replaying last night over and over in my mind.