Page 41 of Hello Trouble

HAYES

I may have sped, just a little bit, to get back to her house.

But how could I not, knowing that everything I was waiting for had finally come true?

I’d never been happier in my life. It was one thing to love Della. Another still to know she loved me too.

Nothing had ever felt more right than being with her, in love. I couldn’t wait to worship her body, knowing I had her heart and soul as well.

It was sacred.

So I handled her like the precious woman she was, helping her off the bike, setting her helmet on the seat beside mine, and walking her into her home. Back to her bedroom, where we got lost in kissing each other and the promise of what would come next.

I walked us slowly back to her bed until I could lay her down. We lay atop the covers, kissing until our breaths were coming as pants. Until her lips were red and swollen from my touch.

I imagined spilling my cum past those lips and nearly came undone. But I held back, saying, “That dress. Take it off.”

She reached shyly for the hem and pulled it up, showing her pale legs, the curve of her hips and stomach.

The swell of her breasts straining against a white lacy bra.

“I love this,” I said, teasing at the strap with my fingertips.

“Almost as much as I love this.” I kissed her breast right over the lace.

“And this.” I kissed her stomach. And then I applied pressure at her mound, making her squirm.

“You know I like this.” Crawling back up her body, I smiled against her neck, kissing her more.

“I want you naked, too,” she said in an almost whine. “It’s not fair I can’t see you.” There was a little pout to her lips that was cute as hell. I couldn’t deny her that, so I stepped back, standing at the foot of her bed so she could watch me tug my T-shirt over my head and toss it aside.

Her eyes weren’t just hungry. They were reverent .

I’d undressed for dozens of women, but none of them looked at me like Della did. They all saw me as a means to an end, and that was okay because I’d felt the same. But Della drank me in like each piece of me was important information to tuck away. To appreciate.

Feeling seen under her gaze, I took off my socks and then jeans, kicking them aside into a careless pile. My cock strained at my black underwear. The wet spot from my precum caught the light, shimmering darkly like a promise of what was to come.

And when I tugged my pants down, Della’s lips parted. “You’re... You have...”

I wrapped my hand around my cock, pumping it while doing nothing to ease the need of being inside her. “I’m pierced.”

Her eyes shone with curiosity. “It’s pretty.”

I chuckled. “That’s not why I got it.”

At her curious look, I explained, “It makes it feel better, for both of us.”

She smiled shyly at me. “I’ve never tried it before.”

“There’s plenty of time for that,” I replied, getting back on the bed and crawling toward her. Kissing her skin to skin was so much better than before. I could feel the hard spots of her nipples scrape against my chest. The softness of her stomach against mine.

I slid my fingers between her thighs, finding her just as wet as before. “You’re so wet for me,” I hummed.

She moaned and then pulled back slightly. “We should talk.”

I swore my cock softened. “Is everything okay?” I asked. That was the last thing a guy wanted to hear in bed.

She bit her lip nervously. “I’ve never come with a partner. I don’t want you to feel like you’re doing anything wrong.”

Smiling slightly, I caught one of her hands. “Are you telling me that last week was the first time?”

She glanced down while she nodded, like it was something to be embarrassed of.

“I think there might be something wrong with me. I read it just doesn’t happen for, like, ten percent of women.

I’m kind of...” She bit her lip. “I’m wondering if what happened then was a fluke because I’ve been wanting to jump you so bad. ”

That brought a smile to my lips, even though I wanted to tell her exes how shitty they were for prioritizing their pleasure over hers. For being too lazy to learn what she liked. I would have spent all night with my mouth between her thighs if that’s what it took to have her calling my name.

“You’re frowning,” she said nervously. She reached for a throw pillow to cover herself up, and my stomach sank. She’d been so confident moments ago.

I placed my hand on her knee, holding her gaze as I said, “I’m thinking of how shitty it was for them to make you think there was something wrong with you because they weren’t willing to put in the effort.

” I smoothed my hand over her soft thigh.

“I’d like to explore with you and figure out what works for you if that’s okay.

No pressure on an orgasm. I just want us to enjoy each other. ”

“You would?”

I nodded and gave her a salacious grin. “And if you only come on my tongue…” I shrugged. “I guess I’m okay with that.”

She gave a happy laugh, and I smiled because my girl was back.

“And while we’re talking,” I said, “I think you should know I was recently tested, and I’m clean. Do you want me to wear a condom?”

She shook her head. “I have an IUD.”

My cock hardened at the thought of being in her, nothing between me and her soft warmth.

“Now move that pillow and let me see you,” I said. “I want to see you.”

Shyly, she withdrew the pillow, showing me her soft skin, her curves.

And since we were much too far apart, I drew her to me, kissing again.

But this time, it was better. Like a weight was lifted from Della’s shoulders for sharing her fears.

And from mine too, because now I knew what she needed even more than before.

She needed someone patient. Caring. Willing to listen to her cues and respond. I could be that guy.

Our kisses grew increasingly heated, and then she reached down to my cock, boldly taking it into her hand and pumping.

It felt too fucking good.

“God, you’re so hard,” she whispered while caressing me. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I wanted the same. God, I wanted the same.

And it wasn’t just the heat of desire. I wanted to be closer to Della. I wanted to explore her. Discover what she liked, what she didn’t. To find our own rhythm and explore how our bodies fit together.

I laid her back on the bed, her red curls wild against the white pillowcases embroidered with dainty flowers. And I wondered what the fuck I ever had against flowers. Against pink. Because they brought Della joy.

I looked into her soft eyes, saw the freckles dashed across the bridge of her nose as I hovered over her, as my tip slid against the slickness of her folds.

I gave her a questioning look, and she nodded.

And I was done holding back. I pressed into her, my cock surrounded by her warmth.

“Oh God,” she breathed.

“You feel so good,” I replied, hovering over her, grinding my hips against hers because deep wasn’t deep enough.

She moaned. “More.”

I pumped into her again, beating a steady rhythm that made her tits shake in the most mesmerizing way. She looked so hot, lying back like this, her hands working up and down my sides, fingernails digging into my back. And her eyes met mine. Trusting. Loving.

And I realized this wasn’t sex. It wasn’t fucking. It wasn’t a release.

It was love.

We were making love.

The thought pushed me dangerously close to the edge, but I couldn’t, not yet.

“Your piercing,” she whispered, eyes crinkling. “It feels...” she gasped. “Oh, I’m...”

She tightened around me, and pride swelled in my chest.

Della was coming for me. And I was coming for her.

As I released into her, I was giving her more than my cum. I was giving her my heart. My everything.

There was no going back.

Not with Della in front of me.