To Love Is A Choice

Kelly woke up in Vance’s arms, it was the calmest and happiest she had felt in a long time. It was embarrassing to her that she met him because she was stalking and obsessed with another man. That everything about their relationship was connected to that when now? Now she was so deeply attached to Vance.

The sun pouring on them made her squint and nestle more into him. He shifted and she realized he was waking up. He caressed her breast and her moan from the pleasure of it was so deep inside of her that she bit her lip so she did not sound like a wounded animal. But she wanted him to touch her like that, she wanted him to more than touch her.

Vance squeezed her breast, then with a sharp inhale he released it and caressed her nipple gently before he let her go.

“I want you,” she said with tears and a bit of shaking. She was so scared to tell him that when he had not already started making love to her. When they had slept the entire night and not made love, Kelly was afraid that he had caressed her breast because he woke up holding a woman and he might have thought it was a dream.

She tried to face him.

“Kelly, you don’t owe me anything. I did not bring you here thinking you owed me anything…”

“I want you,” she said again, fear and determination in her voice.

Vance’s eyes softened at her quiet plea and maybe the sheerness of her lust. A gentle wrestle and he pinned her underneath him. He kissed her holding her face and looking into her eyes like he could not get enough.

It was sweet between them, her legs wrapped around him, and then it got intense. Their natural instincts to rut darkened the sweetness and was replaced with a singular intention as Vance parted her legs and Kelly rubbed her clit and slipped a finger into herself looking into his eyes to let him know where she wanted him.

He moved her finger and moved his own finger in and out of her, Kelly’s hips undulated just from his fingers.

When Vance sank inside of her, Kelly wrapped her legs around him and it really felt like home. They had had sex before, but it had not been like this–primal and intimate at the same time.

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