The Box Chronicles: Box Interlude pt. 2

“...I want you more than you’d ever know.”

She heard him, but she didn’t hear him. She couldn’t concentrate on anything other than him entering her. She didn’t want to think about the actual feelings that she had for him. Right now, all she wanted to do was feel this moment. She felt him place his head at her soaked center and closed her eyes as he rubbed it from the top of her clit to the bottom of her box, and back again. She raised her hips so he could enter, but he pulled back saying “Um mmm, not yet.” She opened her eyes incredulously, not understanding why this was the time where he wanted to play games. Her eyes shot daggers at him “Come inside” she said through clenched her teeth. He shook his head no and looked into her eyes. It felt as if he was looking inside her soul and she felt her face begin to get hot. She looked away as her body started to tremble with anticipation. As bad as she tried to control it, she couldn’t. She also knew that it wasn’t just her horniness. She knew that deep down inside, her heart wanted him. Her heart wanted him in full capacity, not just in a sexual capacity. She only saw him when they were fucking and she hated that but she was having a hard time stepping away from him. He brought his face down nose-to-nose while still positioned above her.

“Talk to me…what are your thoughts?” he whispered into her lips. He wanted her to tell him how she felt but he knew she was scared. 90% of the time he looked in her eyes she saw fear. He knew that she had some preconceived notion about him in her mind and he was positive she had it all wrong. He wasn’t the man whore she thought he was. He didn’t just chase women all the time, he was actually a loner and would prefer to just have ONE woman by his side.

She refused to have a conversation right now. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her fingertips over his chiseled abs and Pecs before wrapping her arms around him pulling him closer, angling her hips to where she was able to slide him right into her. It was then that she looked him square in his eyes and he looked right back. He lay still on top of her as she felt him continue to grow in between her walls. She squeezed her kegels around his girth and he breathed in sharply at the amazing feeling he got from her added pressure encircling him. This made him light-headed as he closed his eyes and slowly pulled back out to where his head was just at the exit of her walls and after pausing for a moment, he plunged back into her with an unconscious force that she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He was completely in another zone. He wanted her to understand how he felt about her. He wanted her to understand what his body was trying to explain to her. He wasn’t just fucking her. He was loving her. He loved her. He was in love with her. He just didn’t know how to say those words. He lifted her legs up and spread them wide apart and continued to plunge into her, harder, deeper, and faster. He faintly heard her screams as he continued to stroke. He just wanted her to get it and this was the only way that she seemed to understand. He felt her return his thrusts by slamming her pelvis against him in mid-air. His eyes began to focus and as he looked at her he noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks. He slowed his stroke to a stop inside of her and whispered her name.

“Kayla...”

She looked away as she bit her lip to keep from crying out loud. Her chest was on fire and she felt like she couldn’t breathe but she was afraid of what would happen if she’d opened her mouth. She didn’t want to seem weak, but thanks to her tears she knew she’d probably already freaked him out. Her emotions were getting the best of her and she hated that. He took her chin in his hand and tilted it towards him and whispered her name again.

“Kayla…”

She closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from speaking. He kissed her eyelids…and kissed away the tears that were rolling across her temples towards her ears. Her hands were still wrapped around him and he gently sucked her bottom lip from in between her teeth. He held it in between his and gently nibbled on it, baiting her to say something…anything. After a few moments he pulled back to look at her. She opened her mouth to speak and stuttered over his name.

“La…La…Lance…I…”

Her remained silent and waited for her to relax and speak. She took a deep breath and tried again in a low, quick, and almost inaudible voice.

“Lance, I’m in love with you. I’ve BEEN in love with you. I don’t know if this is the right thing to be telling you but I need to say it and I don’t want to be hurt and I don’t know exactly how it is that you feel about me but I think that you sort of like me and…”

He bust out laughing in her face and immediately covered his mouth with his hand, embarrassed. She froze beneath him.

He hurried on to say “Babe, I am NOT laughing at you, but since I know you are not going to say anything else now, I can explain! I laughed because you said SORT OF like you. I mean, I like you as a person and all, but I love you, woman. I’ve BEEN in love with you but the constant fear in your eyes makes me nervous. I know you don’t trust me and have all of these thoughts about me that I am almost positive that are not true but I was too nervous to say anything because I didn’t want to get shot down.”

He felt her not only relax beneath him, but start trembling as well. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her neck. She gazed at the ceiling and tried to control her breathing, she felt a panic attack coming on and was trying to combat it. She knew she’d heard every word he’d said but wondered if she really heard what he was saying. As she managed to breathe through her attack she suddenly burst out laughing. Deep, throaty laughs that caused Lance to immediately sit upright and stare at her. He looked at her beautiful face as she tried to control the laughter escaping her lips but couldn’t. Seeing her face lit up made him smile and seconds later had him rolling too. They laughed and laughed until she realized she was crying and that only made her laugh harder. He took his face in her hands and wiped her tears away and their laughs began to grow softer and softer until they ended up in silence sitting there on the bed.

To be continued…