When Worlds Collide

Chapter 23

Once we are checked in at Benjie's Hotel, Trevor heads to our room's shower. We haven't spoken a single word to each other since I drove us here.

I'm on the queen bed, staring out the window. I can't believe he got so upset over the way my parents treated me. But honestly, I would be just as upset if not even more if someone treated him badly. Because I love him more than I love anyone else in this world - even more than I love myself. There are no words to describe how much he means to me. And that's why I can't just leave him alone right now. We need to be together - a united front - right now.

I get up off the bed and open the bathroom door. The entire room is enveloped in steam. The shower curtain isn't closed so I can see Trevor's backside. I slowly slip off all of my clothes and then make my way over to him.

I wrap my arms around his waist and press my body to his. He turns around and returns my embrace while he takes a few steps back so that I am under the shower's stream as well.

"I love you," I say to him as I look into his blue eyes. And then my lips meet his, slowly but passionately and with a burning desire.

Feeling him skin on skin is the best thing that I have ever experienced. There is an undeniable electricity between us as our mouths move in synchronicity.

The moment his tongue parts my lips and slips into my mouth, I know that I'm finally ready take the next step with him.

"Trev," I say to get his attention. As soon as his eyes lock with mine, I can see that his thoughts have taken the same turn as mine.

"I want you... I want you now." I'm barely able to get out my sentence before his lips are back on mine. I close the shower taps and then wrap my legs around his waist and he walks us back to the bed. I don't even care that we're still dripping wet from the shower as we crawl up towards the headboard of the bed.

"You sure?" He asks as we pause for a few seconds.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my whole entire life."

And with my conformation, his hand slips down between us - between my legs.

I moan as his skilled fingers explore every part of me - every nook and cranny. His fingers slowly torture and pleasure me and I can't take his slow pace any more.

"Trevor," I moan as I leave a trail of kisses from his jawline to his clavicle.

Getting my plea for more, he takes one of my breasts in one of his hands and his other hand easily slips one finger inside me.

A gasp escapes my lips and my rapid breathing increases even more. He slowly kisses every inch of my breasts as his finger still effortlessly slides in and out of me.

I whimper a little bit at the loss of contact when he gets off of me to find his jeans.

But before I know it, he's back ontop of me again, this time with a small foil packet in hand.

"Are you really sure?" He asks as he takes the packet between his teeth and rips it open.

"Yes," I say and give him a small peck on his nose.

"Thank God, cause I don't think I would've been able to stop." Both of us let out a small chuckle.

He slides the condom on and then looks me dead in the eye as he slowly pushes into me. Ahhh! I gasp and cry out simultaneously at the alien feeling of him inside me.

The fullness and pleasure that I feel is even better than I thought it would be.

He slowly pulls himself out of me and then lowers himself back in. He continues with his slow pace, we're not just having sex - we're making love!

I press my heels to his his calves, forcing him to quicken his pace. He kisses me the entire time we make love. And I just want to stay here in this moment for the rest of forever.

I feel my legs stiffen and I know I'm so close. "Come for me Kath," he whispers into my ear and that's enough to thrust me over the edge. I come around him as I moan and call his name multiple times.

"Fuck," he calls out once he finds his release soon after I find mine. He collapses ontop of me and we lay there - all heavy breathes, pleasure and love.

                                           ***

We've made love three times since last night and everytime it feels new, better and even more natural, like it's what we were made to do. Like we we're made for each other and no one else.

I find it kind of ironic that my mother not wanting us to have premarital sex was the exact thing that led to us having premarital sex. If it weren't for last night I would probably not have realised I was ready. But something about the way Trevor stood up for me and showed me how much he cares for me, just made me realize that I'm ready to take the next step with him. He makes me want to take leaps of faith with him.

"You awake?" I ask as I snuggle my face in-between the crook of his neck and his shoulder.

"You ready for another round already?" He kisses my bear shoulder and pulls me even closer to him - my front now flush against his bear chest.

"Yes, but I actually thought maybe we could talk for a bit..." I put some space between us so that I can look at his handsome face.

"Well, that's never something a guy wants to hear after sex," Trevor says, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You know that's not what I want to talk about. Trust me I regret nothing we did tonight. That was the best and most pleasurable experience I've ever had. It's just... are you okay?" After seeing his reaction last night, something has been bothering me.

"What do you mean? After what we just did, I'm more than okay."

"No, I mean after last... everything that happened with my family. It's just... do you have problems controlling your anger?" I feel a little bit shy bringing this up, but I've been worried for quite a while now. On the surface he seems so cool, calm and collected. But when you really get to know him... It's just that I've realized that he sometimes has small outbursts when he's really angry.

"No, I don't." His tone is cold and clipt. The carefree, smiling Trevor is replaced by a closed off, bruding one.

"I didn't mean to offend you. I just want to know if there's anything I can do to help you. Because I love you." I gently place my hand on his cheek to try and calm him down. He seems to relax slightly.

"I love you. And I love that you care. But I promise I'm fine. I don't have any problems with rage." I try to believe him, but I feel like he's hiding something.

The look of uncertainty on my face prompts him to elaborate. "How about I prove it to you? I promise to you that I don't have any anger issues and if I so happen to show any signs of having issues controlling myself - I'll get help... Does that put your mind at ease?"

I nod slowly. Eventhough I'm still concerned about him, I'll drop it for now. He promised he'd seek out help if it happened again... And I trust him. He wouldn't break his word.

"So are you really ready for another round?" He asks as he starts leaning in.

"I'm ready if you are," I say before I close the distance between us and crash my mouth to his once again.

A/N

Only one more chapter to go! Thank you guys for staying with me and encouraging me to write. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you guys!

~Izzy♥