Whisper

I really don’t want to tell him this story, but I guess he’s right. I’ve loved this man for about six years. He needs to know the truth about what happened to me after I left his house.

“When I got taken from here, the caseworker and judge thought it would be okay for me to return to my parents’ house. Things were okay for a few weeks, then it all went to hell again. Dad started drinking, and mom started her drugs again. He started hitting me and her. One night, he got super drunk and had decided she was cheating on him with her dealer. I mean, she was, but I’m not sure how he found out. He always had a gun in the house for ‘protection’,” I use air quotes on the word ‘protection’.

“He got really mad and kept drinking. Even drinking the mouthwash because it had alcohol in it. He went and grabbed the gun. I ran for my room, but before I could make it I heard a gunshot go off and felt the most unbearable pain I have ever felt. I fell to the ground, holding onto my shoulder. I’m lucky though, a centimeter to the left and I would’ve bled to death. They say it was because he was so drunk that he didn’t aim correctly. He aimed just fine when he emptied all but one bullet into my mom, and then put one in his head,” I shiver as I retell the story.

“My god, Whisper, had I known that was going to happen, I would’ve fought to keep you. I loved you for the time you were here. At first, it was only as a protector, but when I saw you tonight, I instantly fell in love with the woman you are now. You have grown up, Whisper, and I can’t let you go. Please say you’ll stay with me forever,” he begs me, tears rolling down his face.

“Hey, don’t cry Luke. Everything I’ve been through since I was taken from you has led me back to you. I love you too, I always have. I’m never leaving again, I can promise you that,” I say as I lean up and kiss him.

He kisses me back gently at first, then grows more passionate the longer the kiss goes on. He rolls on top of me and cradles my face in his hands. I wrap my arms around his torso as his tongue seeks entrance into my mouth. I open for him and moan into his mouth. He tastes like cinnamon toothpaste and something uniquely him. I squeeze him harder as the kiss grows rougher.

He reaches down and begins to pull my shirt up and over my head, only breaking the kiss when need be, before attacking my mouth again. I reach down and grab the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head, wanting to feel his skin against mine. He pulls it off and comes back down where he’s lying on me, skin to skin. He’s warm and I’m loving the feel of his skin on mine.

I rock my hips against him, needing the friction against my aching clit. He reaches down and massages one of my breasts. I moan and arch into his hand. He pinches and squeezes my nipple making it hard. His lips leave my mouth and make their way down my neck and to my other nipple. He licks and nips at it and I can’t help the loud moan that escapes me.

“Fuck, Luke that feels so good. Please don’t stop,” I beg.

His hand leaves my nipple and makes it way down my body until he hits the waistband of his boxers. He looks at me, I’m guessing waiting for permission. Nodding at him, he sinks his hands down into my/his boxers, finding my wet pussy. He slips his fingers through my slit and starts rubbing circles on my clit.

“Mmm fuck, Luke. That feels so good,” I moan as his lips find my neck again.

He starts rubbing faster while nibbling on my neck. Feeling the tension building, I hold onto Luke’s arms. My back arches and it’s like a rubber band snaps. My body convulses as I scream his name. I’m not sure what happened, but I’m in bliss.

“Whisper,” he mumbles. “I want to make love to you, but after everything that happened tonight, I’m not sure it’s a good idea,” he says as he looks into my eyes.

“Luke, I love you, please make me yours forever,” I beg, tears filling my eyes.

He looks into my eyes, fighting with himself. His brain is telling him that he needs to hold back, but his body is telling him to take me. I can tell just by looking at him that he’s fighting with himself.

After what seems like forever, he reaches down and takes my boxers off my body. I lean up and drag his own down as far as they will go, waiting for him to do them the rest of the way. He kicks them off and nestles himself between my legs again. Feeling his hardness, I tense. There’s no way that is going fit. I haven’t told him I’m a virgin, but I’m guessing he can read my thoughts.

“I promise it will fit baby. So I have to ask, have you been with anyone else before?” he asks me. I shake my head no. “I’m caveman enough to admit that I love that,” he says as he thrusts fully inside me.

I squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck that hurts. I can feel the tears run down my cheeks. Luke brings his hand up and wipes them away. “I’m so sorry baby, I just thought this was the best way. Rip it off like a band-aid ya know,” he says concerned. More tears are coming now, and he starts to pull out.

“No, don’t please. The pain was intense at first, but it's pretty much gone now. I’m crying because I love you so much, and I never thought I’d ever have this. Never thought I’d meet the man of my dreams, and never did I once think that I’d ever see you again,” I say.