He gives in and kisses me back.I rock against him and gasp as he pops my cherry.
“Fuck, Shortcake,” he groans.
I take a deep breath, trying to adjust to the feeling of him inside me.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m good.I promise,” I say when he looks doubtful.
He nods, slowly pushing the rest of the way inside me.When he bottoms out, we both freeze, staring at each other.Rune’s dark brown hair hangs over his forehead, his blue eyes locked on me, looking for any sign of distress.
“I need you to move now,” I tell him.
He smiles.Then he does as I ask and moves.
His thrusts are slow at first as we both get used to being together like this.Each drag of his cock inside me has me lighting up like a Christmas tree.
We rock together, my hands slipping down his back as I urge him to move faster, harder, deeper.I forget how to think.All I know is him.His hands.His mouth.The way he says my name as we move together in perfect sync.
“Rune!Oh, God, I’m close.”
“Right there with you, Shortcake,” he grits out.
His biceps bulge as he holds himself above me.His jaw flexes as he pounds in and out of me.I cling to him, my body balanced on a razor’s edge of pleasure.
It’s right there.So close.So, so, so… close.
“Rune!”I cry as I come.
“Fuck!Jem,” he groans, and a second later, I feel him come with me.
My limbs tighten around him, my legs locking around his waist, my arms around his neck.My pussy clamps down on his length, and I suck in a sharp breath as I come down from my high.
“Wow,” I gasp, my arms and legs slipping back to the bed.
I’m a puddle of goo as Rune kisses me and slowly pulls out.He collapses on his side next to me, tugging me into his chest.
“Are you okay?Do you need anything?I can get you some medicine or something,” he offers.
I shake my head.“I’m good.”
I rest my head against his chest, and he wraps his arms around me tightly.We’re both silent as we catch our breath, and my eyes grow heavy.My last thought before I drift off to sleep is that I don’t know what this is.I don’t know what we’re doing.
But I know one thing for sure.
It doesn’t feel fake, not even a little, and that might be the most dangerous part of all.
EIGHT
Rune
I wake up before her.I’m way too hot, but I don’t move.I don’t even breathe for a second because I’m not sure if this is real.
Jem is curled against my side, her leg thrown over mine, her arm draped across my chest like she belongs there, like she’s always belonged there.
My chest tightens.
Fuck, I’m in trouble.