body.
I thrust my hips up against him. My hands at last master the secret of his pants. The zipper sounds satisfyingly as it moves away from his straining manhood. I slide my hand under the elastic of his boxers taking his cock in my hand. It's impressive in girth, my hand barely closes around it. I stroke it up and down. He moans against my breast. I thrust my hips and stroke him in time. I moan out as pleasure radiates through me in waves.
Tension builds in my core and I need relief. One of his hands leaves my hair gripping the waist of my pajama bottoms then sliding under them. His rough hands cup my mound and I feel wetness leaking out. He moans louder as he touches me and my sounds match his. I thrust up against his hand needing something to fill me and his fingers graze my clit. Stars explode in my vision increasing the tension and pressure. I thrust against him wildly forcing his fingers inside me. I almost go over the edge with this first penetration.
I stroke him faster as he makes a come hither motion with his finger inside me. Something in me responds, tension builds as he stimulates me. His lips on my breast, his finger inside me, his cock in my hand and I'm falling off a cliff. Shudders wrack my body, electrical waves run up and down my spine and out across my limbs. I cry out in pleasure but still I need more.
I let him go forcing his pants down and freeing him. He returns the favor, soft pants slide over my hips then he's poised on top of me. His eyes stare into me and I into his losing myself in the depths of his soul. He thrusts forward entering me fully and I cry out pleasure and pain. He hits bottom as I meet his thrust then we're bucking one against another grunting our pleasure and our need.
In moments we are moving together, perfectly matching each other. I'm giving as he's taking then he's giving and I'm taking. I've never felt anything so intense. Pressure builds in my core. My nerves become taut wires pulled tighter and tighter with each thrust forward. My nails dig into his back ripping down across him making him cry out his need. He grunts thrusting in hard and then I feel him swelling bigger stretching my thin walls beyond anything I've ever experienced.
"Sheila!" he cries out my name with one final thrust and then he's spasming inside me his hot seed filling me.
"God!" I scream thrusting my hips against him and holding tight as my pussy spasms around his hard rod clenching and unclenching. I milk him for all he's worth then collapse in a quivering mound on the bed beneath him.
He lowers himself down on me gently kissing my cheeks and my lips. We stare into each others' eyes as I feel him soften inside me still enjoying the sense of fullness. One hand traces the line of my jaw then he's kissing me again.
"I love you," he breaths softly.
"I love you too," I reply.
I do. How, why, when I don't know. My heart knows it. I know it. I love him. He's the one.
"I'm so sorry Sheila," he says.
"Sorry?" My mind reels. Not the words I expected.
"I have to leave," he says.
"Okay, but I'll see you soon right?"
Sadness fills his eyes as he shakes his head slowly side to side. I frown and push him off of me rolling to my side so I feel less vulnerable. He just said he loved me, what the hell is this?
"I'm so sorry," he says again.
"Yeah, I got that part. What about the part you explain what the hell all this means?"
He closes his eyes and inhales a deep shaky breath. "I'm going into witness protection."
"What?" I shake my head. This has to be a joke. Some kind of sick, sick joke.
"Look, I've been... I work with some very bad people. The incident at the mall earlier, I can't put you at risk. They'll use you to get at me. They're going to come after me and if- I can't. I just can't. I'm not lying to you, I love you. I don't know. I don't know how or why this happened. I saw you and I knew it.
I can't and I won't risk you. I'll only be happy knowing your safe. That can't happen with me in your