As soon as I have my body back under control, I move slowly in and out of her body. Gripping her thigh, raising it, I angle in deep hitting her end. Her pussy clamping, sucking me in deeper. The exquisite feeling is too much. Growling, I lean down, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. Pounding my hips against her. Feeling her nipples rub against my chest. My body is in sensation overload. The anticipation of this moment, the actions that led us here, the actual feel of her against me, her pleas and screams, it’s all too much. I have never felt something so intense and right.
She breaks the kiss, her nails digging into my ass, “Yes, yes, yes, Kohl.” she moans over and over.
Her walls clamp seconds before her juices stream over my dick. The tight vice and my name on her lips is my end, one last thrust and I empty months of pent up need while her pussy sucks me dry.
I collapse on her body, breathing in her sweet scent through my pants of air. I’m boneless, spent, sated.
She wiggles under me making my dick poke his head up in attention, “I can’t breathe, Kohl,” she giggles.
Throwing my weight off to the side, “Sorry.” Propping my head on my hand, I run the tips of my fingers along her flushed skin, kissing her temple.
I begin to worry at her silence. “You okay, Tennie Girl,” I whisper in her ear. Goosebumps form along her flesh.
“T-t-that was–” she starts, covering her breast with her arm.
“There’s not a good word to describe it, baby,” I finish. “Don’t cover yourself. I’ve waited forever to see all of you. Don’t hide it from me now,” I confess moving her hand, continuing my perusal of her pliant body with my fingertips. Focusing on her tits, circling around and around.
“You’ve waited months?” she questions watching my finger move over her body, “You’ve wanted me for that long?”
“I’ve wanted you since the first day you walked into class. You were so sweet and sexy. Your hair pulled up in that messy knot thing you do, your wonderfully fitted yoga pants encasing that great ass, your sweatshirt hiding those magnificent tits, pushing your glasses up on your nose as your cocoa eyes searched for a seat,” I muse, seeing her as she was that day clearly in my mind.
“My dick has been aching for you since the first look, but it was more than a physical want. My soul ached for you,” I confess willing her to see the honesty in my eyes.
“You remember what I was wearing?” she asks, her eyes brimming with tears.
“I remember everything about you. Every second. Every touch. Every look. Your voice was my favorite sound. I couldn’t wait to get to class just to see you, hear you. After everything happened, I’ve been waiting. Waiting for you to be ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready to make you mine. Ready to claim you. Right here, right now, your mine. Happy New Year, my Tennie Girl,” I proclaim. Once again sliding into her heat. Feeling her skin on mine, I’ve found my home.
Chapter Twenty-One
I have changed my mind. Chocolate AND good sex make the world a bearable place.
—Tensanne after sex with Kohl
Tensanne
WE SPENT THE rest of the night in a blissful euphoria. Take away all the early drama and I couldn’t have dreamt of a better first night with Kohl. I haven’t forgotten the violence Chase inflicted but I know Kohl will never let anything happen again. I’m glad he was there to stop it before it went any further and I’m glad I didn’t let it completely ruin our time together.
Chase has stayed away from me, only crossing paths with Kohl during practice and games. He apologized profusely to Kohl for the first few days, making excuse after excuse for his behavior, begging for Kohl to relay his remorse to me. I think his guilt had very little to do with me and more to do with the talk Ronnie’s dad had with him before he kicked him off the property. I’m not sure what exactly was said but I know there was a threat of harm that not even Chase’s dad could get him out of.
I could have gone to the police; I could have gone to the Dean but Mayor Leeland assured me he would handle it and I didn’t want to be known as the girl that ruined The Berries basketball season. I trust he has been handled in a sufficient way. Mayor Leeland can be a scary guy when he wants to be and you don’t hurt someone he cares about. Now, whenever Chase sees me his eyes widen and he quickly turns the opposite direction. He is not in any of my classes and though Kohl still plays ball with him, he is not a thorn in my side any longer.
Kohl is mine and I’m his. He makes sure I don’t forget with each kiss, each touch, each thrust and there have been a lot of thrusts. I don’t think I have been able to walk straight for the few weeks we have been together. The constant ache between my thighs always makes me smile because I know it’s where he’s been.
He insists I wear my glasses, he huffs when I wear makeup, he pushes food at me all the time bitching my curves are getting less curvy with every workout. He loves that I’m getting healthy by working out but he doesn’t like my shrinking size. Especially the shrinking size of my breasts; he sobs with every inch they shrink. When we’re together he pays ample attention to my chest. Whether we are watching a movie or studying, if we are not in public, he makes sure my boobs never feel lonely.
I’m content with being me. I don’t hate the woman in the mirror. I’m not sure I ever did. I needed to see past the reflection. I needed
