Page 17 of Tension

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes searched mine like he was reading a page I didn’t mean to show him. Then he leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep. His tongue barely grazed mine. His hand curled around my side, pulling me close as his body shifted over me.

He kissed down my neck, and my body arched, lifting my shirt until I was bare beneath him. The way he looked at me... God.

No man, especially not Brian, had ever looked at me like this. Like I was something to be wanted. Something to be handled with both hunger and grace.

He kissed me again, slower this time. I felt his dick pressing against my pussy through the thin fabric of his boxers, teasing me. He pushed my legs apart, helping me open up, grinding just enough that my clit got the friction it craved.

He leaned into my neck, his lips at my ear. “I’m not going to fuck you,” he whispered, “but we can clothes-burn until you come.”

I huffed, low and annoyed, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt. I tried to reach for his boxers, but he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head.

“You so damn hardheaded, Honeydew,” he said, smiling into my neck as he kept grinding against me, his rhythm controlled and steady.

I loved it when he called me Honeydew.

“Relax. Let go. That’s all you need right now. A release.” His words, combined with his actions, sent chills through me.

He slipped his free hand between us and found my clit. That was all it took. My whole body trembled as the orgasm rolled through me. The pressure, pain, and pleasure collided all at once. And when it faded, something inside me broke open.

The tears came fast and uninvited. I didn't even know why. Vel pulled me into his chest and held me tight.

No questions.

No shame.

Just the warm scent of almonds in the air and stillness.

For the first time in a long time, I stopped wanting to be someone’s dream girl.

I deserved to be just Chris.

Whoever that was.

CHRIS

The next morning I told Vel to go home.

I realized I needed space to figure things out for myself, and having his strong, good-smelling, big dick, fine ass around wasn’t doing nothing but clouding my judgment and keeping my pussy wet.

Part of me also just wanted to sulk a little bit more. I wasn’t ready to pull myself out of it just yet.

I gave myself another week to just lay around and be nothing to no one.

At least I was showering, answering my phone, and cleaning up after myself.

I just needed more time to run from the life waiting for me outside of this hotel room.

And that’s okay.

But when those seven days were up, I packed my ass up and headed back out into the world.

When I made it home, Brian was nowhere to be found. I felt relieved, but it was bittersweet because I knew I would have to face him again.

The anxiety felt like a tightrope pulling tight in my tummy, ready to snap.

I looked around the apartment, and it was a mess. Instead of thinking about it, I just started cleaning.

I couldn’t heal in this environment; at least cleaning would give me something to do, and it would help me get Brian’s stuff together.