Awake by Elise Daniels Page A

distract him. I expect him to walk to the bed with me, but he just stands there holding me up by my thrilled ass and devouring my neck and shoulders and finally his sweet, boyish lips dive down to suckle hotly on my excited nipples.
    When he repays my biting of his ear with an ever so gentle, but scary biting of my nipple, I pull his hair hard so his lips return to my mouth. Instead of kissing me, he stares at me intensely.
    “I am free to be here, Erin,” he says. “There’s nothing wrong with what we are doing. Our hunger is beautiful.”
    “Wade, just please let this night be free of everything,” I say. I have confused him. His hesitation makes me hesitate, but I need him so bad I have to make it really simple for him. “Show me your hunger, big guy.”
    That was a little slutty but effective. He twists and throws me on my bed roughly. He drops his pants and turns suddenly around. His fucking monster swings over me like a huge, fleshy light saber. An explosion of heat expands my heart and makes me tremble.
    He pulls my boy shorts off me so violently his fingernails scrape the back of my thighs. I make a frightened mental note never to challenge a man the size of Wade ever again in bed. It’s terrifying.
    I panic. I sit up quickly and grab onto his cock with two hands. I am not ready to sleep with him. He’s entirely too much for me, a fact even more apparent when I can barely get a few inches of him into my mouth before it just gets stuck.
    “Not that,” he says. “I need to look into your eyes.”
    He pushes me back by the shoulders and I let him. I lie back onto my bed and let him crawl above me like a hungry predator. I grab him between his legs and massage him, but he is already more than ready. He lands his lips on my hips, moves to my belly with butterfly kisses and then hunger boy feasts on my breasts.
    “We never had any choice,” I whisper, “did we?”
    He smiles as he begins teasing the mouth of my flower with his girth. “No, Erin, this moment was destined.”
    His eyes roll back as he pushes himself into me. I feel a jolt through my whole being radiating from my hot center, like a sudden spinal injury that leaves me paralyzed and hot until a nervous wonder washes away all preconceived ideas of what sex could feel like.
    “Fuck my sweet pussy,” I whisper through shallow breaths as I feel my mind, heart and ravaged body shocked full of Wade’s love.
    * * *
    I slept in Wade’s strong arms. Twice during the night I woke to find him softly kissing my hair or the back of my ear or my shoulder. I would turn back to him and interrupt his lips with my lips. We would kiss a long time and then slowly explore each other before making love in a sweet new way each time.
    If last night was heaven, I am ready to die right now and spend eternity there, but the sun comes streaming through my blinds and brings reality with it. Outside, there are people and situations and none of them will enhance the connection I feel with Wade.
    “You’re awake,” he says pulling me closer so that my back is against his belly, shoulders against his chest and head nestled against his neck and under his chin.
    “If I am with you,” I say almost sadly, “then I must still be dreaming.”
    He does not respond. The daylight has given him perspective. The melancholic tone of my voice must have been a reminder. He broke his engagement and then ran to my bed. I can sense his harsh judgment of himself and his concern for Tori.
    “Last night was wonderful, but it was nothing more than a night,” I say. “Your whole life is still out there waiting for you.”
    “Last night was more than wonderful,” he says.
    “Don’t be too hard on yourself then,” I say. “You are an extremely virile young man. This was something you needed to get out of your system. Simple as that.”
    “How cruel you can be,” he says almost angrily, “that you think of us as some virus that can be washed away so easily.”
    “Forget it,