Page 22 of Taking A Chance

I know it’s pointless, trying to hold off any longer. “I’m going to come, Petra,” I put my hand between us, finding her clit and flick it. “Come with me.”

We come together, and it’s noisy, hot and incredible. I can’t describe how the sensation of her pussy, gripping my cock, as she matched the rhythm of my thrust, took me to a fresh experience.

I roll to her side. The only sound to be heard is the panting as we both try to catch our breath.

Through the haze of the moment, reality hits me.

“Fuck!” I growl. “We didn’t use a rubber. Petra, I’m sorry.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” She covers her face with her hands. “Are you clean?” she hisses between her fingers. “I’m on the pill, but…”

“I’ve never done that before, well once, but that was back when I was a stupid, irresponsible teenager.” I pull her hands away from her face and look her straight in the eye. “My last medical tested me clean. I won’t lie and tell you I haven’t been with other women, but I promise you, I used protection every goddamn time.”

“Okay, okay,” she breathes out a sigh of relief. “So, we’re okay.”

“Are we okay?” I hated asking but…

“Trust me, we’re good.” I raise an eyebrow in question. “I’m clean.” She reiterates.

I don’t give in that easily. Hell, I’m curious how she can be so sure. I keep eye contact and eventually she breaks.

“Okay, so you want the gory details?” Pushing herself up, she flips back the bedsheets. Sitting crossed legged near the head of the bed, leaning against the board, she pulls the cotton sheet around herself, covering her nakedness. “When I found out my partner of two years had been sleeping around pretty much most of the time we’d been together, I dumped him and got checked out. Fortunately, the cheating bastard hadn’t passed anything on from the skanky tarts he’d been shagging.”

“And since then, you’ve used protection?”

“Erm!” she averts her eyes, “Something like that.” Nervously pleating the edge of the sheet with her fingers, she doesn’t realise that she’s giving me a peek at her pink nipple. I know I’ve just had her, but it’s enough to get me hard again.

“Something like what?” I ask, reluctantly averting my gaze from her perfect tits.

“Your-themm-firmmn-bein-wit,” she mumbles. She’s holding her head down as if in shame. I can’t have that. I tilt her chin up gently with my index finger and dip my head until she can’t avoid the connection.

“I’m the first man you’ve been with?” I recite her words back to her. She tugs away from me, and makes to move from the bed, but I catch her and pull her back into my arms. “Don’t do that, Petra.”

“Do what?” she snaps back.

“Don’t run away from me.” Her body is stiff and taut with annoyance. “I’m honoured.”

“Don’t take the piss, Cade.” Wiggling within my embrace, she tries again to get free.

“Petra, stop.” I bark. Her eyes, now wide, instantly find mine. I realise the harshness of my voice has only turned her anger into fear. “Please, stop fighting me,” I say softly. “You are a beautiful woman, and your body, well, it’s something else. Do you realise how sexy you are?” I feel her body start to relax against me and I loosen my hold. I hold her chin between my finger and thumb, and place a delicate kiss on her soft lips. “I’m truly honoured that you let me spend this time with you. Now, it’s getting late, maybe I should go?” I feel like a bit of a jerk to cut and run, but I must give her the option.

She pulls away from me, nods her head and slides fully under the covers, curling up into the foetal position.

“Okay.” I lean into her and place my lips on her forehead. I hold them against her skin, not wanting to walk away, but I do.

I gather my clothes together, laying them at the bottom of the bed while I dress. With my pants on and my shirt pulled loosely around my chest, I sling my jacket over my shoulder and slip on my shoes.

“Goodnight, sweet Petra,” I murmur, not sure if she’s awake. Then I turn and walk towards the door.

“Don’t go,” I hear, but I’m not sure if it’s just my wishful thinking.

“Please stay,” I hear her say clearly and decisively.

I walk to the side of the bed nearest to her. I kick off my shoes, drop my jacket to the floor, tug off my shirt, and step out of my pants.

“Scoot over, pretty little lady,” I say in an exaggerated Texan accent. “Y’all need to make room for this cowboy.”

Ican’t ever remember waking up with a man in my bed, and feeling like this.