Free His for Now (His #2) by Octavia Wildwood

an end.  And what an end it was, Hayden grunting as he held my hips steady and plowed into me.  I clenched my muscles tightly, something I’d come to do habitually to give him an extra jolt of pleasure.  He groaned in response and collapsed on top of me.
    Then, after a brief recovery, his fingers were between our bodies searching out my clit.  He located the erect nub easily and began to rub it back and forth, causing me to whimper and buck against his softening cock.  Even though he’d already given me one orgasm, it didn’t take long for me to respond to him.  He seemed to know my body even better than I knew it myself, always touching me in just the right way.
    “Ooh,” I let out the breath I’d been holding with a whoosh as my pussy contracted around Hayden’s cock.  The second orgasm was less intense than the first but left me feeling completely relaxed, like I was floating on a cloud.  I closed my eyes momentarily and tried to pretend that things were different.
    “Please, can I just hold you?” he asked suddenly, jolting me back to reality.
    In the past, it was something he would have just done.  There would have been no need to ask for my permission because he implicitly knew he had it.  But that was before everything had blown up in our faces.  Now, he didn’t know how I felt about him and to be honest, neither did I.  Even though it would have been easiest to continue despising him, I wasn’t sure I did.
    Now I was just scared of him, and afraid of power he held over my mind, body and heart. 
    “Okay, I guess,” I said, because what else was there to say?
    Before, his arms had felt like my safe place, strong and warm and inviting.  I’d loved nothing more than to cuddle up next to Hayden, my ear resting against his chest so I could listen to his heartbeat, my breasts two soft pillows pressed up against him so I could feel him breathe.  It was in those sacred moments after sex, no matter how kinky it had been, that I felt closest to him.
    And as he took me in his arms, all of that came rushing back.
    It felt like the life had been kicked out of me.  I’d been wrong.  Sex with Hayden had never just been sex; I’d been fooling myself to think that this time would be different.  I couldn’t separate my emotions from the physical act.  As far as I was concerned, they were one and the same…and the moment I’d allowed Hayden to take me in his arms, I’d made myself vulnerable again.
     

Chapter 07
    “You seem different.”
    I was lying in Hayden’s arms unmoving, barely even breathing.  It was all I could do to maintain my composure and having him so close to me, studying me intently, wasn’t helping matters at all.  It was taking every ounce of willpower I had not to pull away.  But I couldn’t do that.  It would tip him off.
    “It’s just been an, um, unusual day,” I assured him.  “That’s all.”
    “That’s one way of putting it, I suppose.”  He inhaled deeply.  “Your hair smells so good,” he murmured.  “I can’t even begin to tell you how much I missed your scent, the way your skin tastes…”
    His words hurt.  They hurt because I knew he meant them and they hurt because I knew what I was about to do.  I’d trifled for a moment, contemplating the alternative.  But then I’d come to my senses, remembering that I had a life and a career back in Burlington.  I couldn’t just hide out in a cabin with Hayden indefinitely .  Clearly he was delusional.  I mean, he’d have to be, if he believed the strange stories he was spinning…
    I’d told myself the sex would be meaningless.  Guys – and more specifically Hayden , had meaningless sex all the time without batting an eye.  So why couldn’t I?  Being in such close physical proximity to him, despite the circumstances, had stirred up buried desires.  So I’d acted on my lust, eager for one last encounter with the man who would always be my first.
    It had been a mistake.   Meaningless sex,