Free Illusion by Ashley Beale Page B

welcome."
                  I help her clean up while Harvey leaves the room to use his phone. I walk out of the classroom just as he is getting off of it. "Sorry about that, that was my dad."
                  "Its okay, how is he?"
                  He told me about his family last night on the phone. He is an only child. His mom passed away years ago and it's been him and his dad against the world. He moved out to New York City years ago, trying to find himself and fell in love. His father didn't want to leave their home town in Maine, so they just talk occasionally.
                  "He is great, just checking in. Ready?"
                  "I am." He places his hand where my elbow is and together we walk out of the preschool. When we get into the chilly outside, I shiver and he holds me a little closer to him, rubbing his hand up and down my arm, keeping me warm.
                  I look up to him and smile. "That was perfect. How did you even think of that?"
                  He shrugs while smiling back down to me. "Just put some creative thought into making you happy."
                  "Well it worked, very well. Thank you."
                  He kisses my forehead then we get into the waiting cab. He must've called and told them we were finishing up. He rides back with me to the apartment, and I ask if he wants to come in, which he answers yes.
                  Closing the door behind me, I turn around and Harvey presses against me. I'm backed right into the door. He doesn't kiss me, not yet, he just hovers his face inches away from mine. I'm nervous and excited. I have no idea what he wants to do. Does he just want to kiss me? Does he want more?
                  Do I want more?
                  Before I can answer my own question, his lips are on mine. He kisses me with so much relentless passion, I'm left breathless, and completely turned on. I haven't felt those little tingles between my legs since the day Kirt left me. Even then I couldn't enjoy it, knowing it was the last time in a long time. I even believed it may have been the last, and it was.
                  I can enjoy this though. I can enjoy it so much.
                  His hands wrap around until their on my butt cheeks, and he gives them a nice, gentle squeeze. I tremble with need. Harvey starts walking backwards, not letting up, and I have no choice to follow him into my bedroom. Even given the choice, I'd follow him.
                  He lands on my bed and I straddle his waist, still kissing him, grinding slowly into him. The fabric between us giving me a little more friction, turning me on all the more. I'm soaking wet before he has a chance to roll me onto my back. He pushes his erection into my parted legs and my body trembles once more.
                  When our mouths separate, he watches my expression, making sure this is all okay. Before I can allow myself to think on it, I tell him, "I need you inside me, now."
                  He doesn't hesitate. He hastily pulls my shirt off, then he undresses the rest of me. He doesn't explore my body with his mouth and hands, not like I expected him to. He undresses himself and slowly lays on top of me. I wrap my legs around his waist and he slowly pushes himself into me.
                  He pulls back just as slow then pushes into me a little harder, filling me up. A tear escapes my eye, but not because I'm sad or because I'm sore- although I am the latter- but because the amount of passion and happiness that flows through me is so intense, I can't help myself. I never expected to be here again, not in a million years.
                  One of his hands goes into my hair, pulling ever so slightly when he needs to, while his other hand holds himself up. My fingers explore his stomach and chest, his back and