I threw myself into his arms and took several deep breaths. "You had the gun."
"Fuck, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you."
Having him hold slayed any lingering dragons of my nightmare and I suddenly felt energized... and horny. I ran my tongue over his pulse and pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips.
"Wait, baby," he rasped. "I want you to be calm before we do this."
I frowned. "I am calm."
"Honey, you just had a nightmare—"
I lay my hand over his mouth. "Fleabio."
"Yeah, baby?" he mumbled.
"This is the very first ti I’ve woken up from one of these fuckers and felt safe. So, I’d very much like for you to stop talking and do sothing different with your mouth."
He kissed my fingers and flipped onto my back. "Like what?"
"Your choice."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yep. Unless, you’re going to let taste you."
"Fuck," he rasped.
"Yep, we can do that...," I said. "After I treat your dick like a lollipop, okay?"
He hissed, kissing before rolling onto his back. "Have at it."
I grinned in the dark and started to kiss my way down his body. "Make sure you tell if I do sothing wrong, okay?"
"Just don’t bite my dick off. Otherwise, you can’t do anything wrong."
I chuckled. "I’ll keep that in mind."
I ran my tongue up his already hard length and wrapped my fingers around it. It was soft and big, and felt like steel wrapped in silk. Licking the precum from the top, I took the tip in my mouth and sucked. Ohmigod, he tasted amazing. I pushed my mouth further down his length, taking him as deep as I could without choking myself, continuing to suck as I moved back up.
"Fuck," he rasped, his hands pulling my hair.
I added my hand, but before I could go any further, I was pulled up his body and flipped onto my back. "Was I doing it wrong?"
He didn’t answer, but his mouth landed on mine, and then he was tearing open a condom packet and sliding into . I whimpered as his girth filled , needing more.
"You okay?" he whispered.
"Yes. More," I demanded.
He slid his hand between us and fingered my clit, but didn’t move.
"Honey, are you going to move?" I growled.
He kissed gently. "Give your body a second to get ready, Grace. You’re tender and I don’t want to hurt you."
"I’m not that tender," I countered.
He pressed deeper into . "No?"
"God, no," I whispered, lifting my hips to pull him deeper into .
Flea linked his fingers with mine and pushed them over my head, burying himself deeper again. He covered my mouth with his and I t his tongue with mine as he slamd into harder and harder.
"Baby," I panted out. "I can’t..."
"Co," he whispered, and I exploded around him.
He wasn’t far behind and kissed as he pulsed inside of , then slid out of gently and headed to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then Flea climbed back into bed with , sliding a warm washcloth between my legs.
"That feels amazing," I whispered.
"Are you sore?"
"Not even a little bit," I said, rolling to face him.
He stroked my cheek. "You gonna have ti to get in with your doctor?"
"For what?"
"Get on the pill."
"Oh, yeah. I can probably do that this week."
"That’d be good." He smiled. "I got tested on Friday, so the results should be back on Monday or Tuesday."
"Tested?"
"STD’s and shit."
I raised an eyebrow. "Were you worried?"
"No, but I figured you’d want so assurances."
"Honestly? I trust you, but I’m sure won have said that about n in the past and regretted it."
He chuckled. "Probably."
"Do you do that every ti you sleep with soone?"
"No."
"How co?"
"Never gone ungloved, Grace. Never needed to before."
"I’m the first person you’ve gotten tested for?"
"Yeah, baby." He smiled. "In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in this for the long haul."
"Am I going to have to get tested?"
"You were a virgin, so, no."
"No, I an, next ti."
"Next ti?" His body stiffened. "Are you fuckin’ serious?"
"Wait." I frowned. "Sorry. That didn’t co out right."
"How are you gonna make it co out better?"
I sighed. "I guess I just assu that one day this will all peter out."
"Why the fuck would you assu sothing like that?" he growled.
"Why are you so mad?"
"Figure it out, Grace." He climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
I let out a frustrated groan and followed him. "Seriously, I have no idea why you’re so mad."
He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head. "We’ve slept together twice, Grace. Twice. And you’re already talkin’ about the next guy you’re gonna fuck?"
Oh! Well, shit. I’m an idiot.
"In my defense, I’m tired and you just gave a really big orgasm, I’m obviously not thinking clearly."
"Don’t throw that out there as an excuse, Grace. You’re awake enough to know what you’re sayin’."
"You’re right. I’m sorry." I sighed. "I just don’t really know how relationships work. My parents’ didn’t, rrick fucks everything that moves, and Poppy’s been in love with the sa man since we were twelve. I would love to think this was going to last forever, but I’m still in that stage of waiting for you to figure out that you’ve made a mistake and get out."
"Goddammit, Grace, I’m not lookin’ for a way out. I’m trying to figure out how to make this more permanent."
"You are?"
"Yes! Fuck , what do you need from to recognize that?"
I bit my lip. "I’m sorry."
"I don’t want you to be sorry, Grace. I want you to say you hear and promise not to pull any of this bullshit again."
" being insecure is pulling bullshit?" I challenged.
"Yeah, baby, it is. Because you have nothing to be insecure about. You’re beautiful and sweet, and fuckin’ funny, and you make hard."
I snorted. "I have nothing to be insecure about because I make you hard?"
"You think just anyone can make hard, Grace?"
I shrugged. "Since it’s mostly a physical reaction, I would assu yes."
"I’m not talkin’ about mornin’ wood, or when I’ve had one too many beers at the bar and the n’s room line’s too long, I’m talkin’ about when you walk through the room, the second I see you, a lightnin’ bolt shoots straight to my dick and I get hard as a rock. Not just once or twice, Grace, every fuckin’ ti."
"Really?"
"Yes," he hissed. "Of course. I’ll always be honest with you, even when it’s not convenient. As a matter of fact, nothin’ about bein’ with you has been convenient for , but from the mont I kissed you, I knew I only wanted to be with you. So, you’ll have to forgive if I’m a little pissed off that right after makin’ love to you, you’re already thinkin’ about the next guy you’re gonna fuck."
I realized pretty quickly that he wasn’t pissed, he was hurt. "For the record, I’m not thinking about anyone else," I said, closing the distance between us. "I think I’m falling in love with you and trying to figure out how to stop it."
He slid his hand to my neck. "Why are you tryin’ to stop it?"
"Because it’s pretty silly to fall in love with the guy who pops your cherry."
His mouth twitched up in a slight smile. "Why’s it silly?"
"Because it’s just so... so typical."
"And you don’t wanna be typical?"
"Do you?"
"If it ans the prettiest girl I’ve ever t falls in love with , then, yeah."
"Ohmigod, Flea. All the feels." I dropped my head to his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist.
He chuckled, sliding his hands into my hair. "You done bein’ a girl?"
I giggled. "Yes."
He raised my chin and kissed gently. "I’m in. You in?"
"I’m so in."
"Good. Let’s go back to bed."
I nodded and followed him out of the bathroom. We climbed under the covers and he pulled over his chest, kissing one more ti.
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