Maya
It has been a restless night for me. There is too much going on in my head. I managed to sleep for an hour, but I couldn’t get back to sleep when I woke up. Conrad is sound asleep in bed. I have been sitting on his sofa with a small light on for the last three hours. I’m just sitting here, doing nothing and getting horrible flashbacks to when I was with my ex. I was starting to do okay until he decided to show back up. I shouldn’t be surprised; I knew something would fuck it all up. I won’t lie; I have got the urge more than once to hurt myself tonight, but thankfully I have managed to stop myself. I don’t want to start that again, not when I haven’t hurt myself in a long time.
I sigh and hug my knees to my chest. I wasn’t crying anymore. I am all cried out. I am scared he will find out where I stay and where Conrad stays, too. I would never forgive myself if something happened to Conrad because of me.
“Maya.”
I jumped when I heard my name.
“Sorry, angel, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Conrad says softly.
“No, it is okay,” I whisper.
Conrad strolls over, kneels in front of me, and takes my hand in his, “What are you doing up, sweetheart?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.
“You should have woken me up.”
“I didn’t want to. You were sound asleep. You have already had sleepless nights because of me.”
“I don’t mind, especially if it means you aren’t alone.” He replies, caressing the top of my hand.
“I am sorry I have disrupted your life in such a short time, Conrad.” I whimper.
I feel guilty because it has been one thing after another since he found out who I really was.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, beautiful.” He says, caressing my cheek.
I reach in and kiss him softly, “You are such a good man.”
I don’t deserve him. I don’t know what we are, to be honest, but whatever it is, I don’t deserve it. He is too good for me. And I am sure if anyone knew about us, they would agree, considering he could get any woman he wants.
“I try to be. What can I do? Anything to help you feel better or help you sleep?”
I stare at him, “Yes, you can take me to bed and make me feel better.” I whisper, capturing his lips in mine.
He groans into the kiss but pulls away, “Are you sure?”
I know he is concerned I am vulnerable and that he is taking advantage, but it isn’t like that at all. Conrad makes me feel good. He makes me forget about all the bad from the past. He makes me feel worthy. Perhaps it is unfair for me to put that sort of pressure on him, but it isn’t out of badness. He makes me feel safe and protected. There is nothing wrong with that, is there?
“Yes,” I reply confidently.
He nods, reattaching our lips. I whimper and get to my feet. He hooks his arms under my thighs, lifting me from the ground. I attach myself to him, and he holds me tightly, carrying me to his bedroom, our lips not breaking once. I rock my hips against him and deepen the kiss. He groans, holding me tighter.
When we arrive, he lays me down on the bed and comes down on top of me. I run my hands down his bare back and feel his muscles tense under my touch, groaning. I smile because I like I can do that to him.
Conrad kisses along my jawline and onto my neck. I whimper, and my head falls back. His lips always feel good on my skin. He pulls back, kneeling between my legs. He takes the bottom of his tee that covers my body and removes it. I lift my arms, allowing him to take it off and toss it aside. I only have a pair of girl boxers on underneath.
He kisses down my body, over my breasts and stomach. I fist the sheets and cry out, arching into his lips. His warm lips brush over my underwear, and I gasp. He moves down to kiss over the scars on my legs. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. I don’t tend to freak out as much when he does this now. I am not completely comfortable with it, but it helps to know he isn’t judging me.
“Please, Conrad, I need you,” I beg.
Conrad hooks my underwear in his fingers and slides them down my legs, dropping them to the floor. He kisses back up my body and towers over me. He smiles down at me and strokes the hair away from my face.
“Beautiful.” He says and reaches into the drawer for a condom.
He takes off his joggers and suits up. His lips fall on mine, and I snake my legs around him. He grips my thigh and presses into me with ease. I cry out as he fills me up and dig my fingers into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he growls under his breath.
“You always feel so good.” I whimper.
He thrusts deep and with a little force. My entire body reacts to him, heat spreading through me. I work my hips to meet his, needing him to go a little faster. Conrad gets the hint and decides to take control. He pins my hips to the mattress and draws out of me, but only for a second before plunging back in roughly. I squeal, my nails scraping down his back.
“Is this what you need, baby.” He growls, repeating the movement.
“Yes. Give it to me.” I plead.
Conrad lets go of my hips and pulls my legs over his shoulders, his hand slipping under my ass and continues to thrust. The position got him deeper, and he soon came in contact with one of my sweet spots.
“Oh God, yes, right there.” I squeal, and my back arches.
“Here.” He smirks, looking down at me as he hits it again.
“Yes, fuck, so good.” I cry out, and my head falls back.
He leans forward, putting some of his weight on me and keeps his cock buried inside of me but doesn’t move.
“Conrad, why have you stopped?” I whine.
He doesn’t answer. He dips his head down to kiss over my nipples, flicking his tongue over each of them. I close my eyes and gasp loudly, entangling my fingers in his hair. Conrad’s lips find their way to mine, and eventually, he begins again. He goes slow and steady before picking up his speed, only to slow down again. He finds a rhythm which drives me insane, and I am soon coming to the edge.
“I love being buried deep in you.” He grunts and drives in harder.
“I am close! Fuck, make me come.” I scream, tightening around him.
Conrad slides his hand between us to rub my clit, “Come for me, baby. Let it go.” He pants.
An intense orgasm tears through me, and I soon spill around his cock, clinging to him as I repeat his name. In the moment, all my worries disappear, and I concentrate on the good feeling taking over me. He conceals his face in my neck and aims for his end.
I encourage him the best I can with my words. He curses and growls my name, his cock twitching inside of me. His orgasm takes over, and a second one floods me. We hold each other as we ride through our highs, Conrad coming hard.
Conrad removes my legs from over his shoulder so I am flat on the bed again, and he collapses against my chest. We lay there, panting, our bodies sticking together. I play with his hair, and we catch our breath. He lifts his head and places his forehead on mine.
“Better, beautiful?” he asks.
“Yes, much. You always make me feel better.” I smile and stroke his face.
He smiles back and kisses me softly, “Good. I am glad.”
He rolls next to me, pulling me over so I can cuddle in. I place my head on his chest, and he strokes my back. I close my eyes and smile. He has become my safe place recently.