Part 45: mistake

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He pushed a finger in me. Pumping it in and out slowly. Then, he added a second. Rubbing my clit with his thumb.

"Fuck, where'd you learn that?" I asked.

"Shh, don't talk."

I mumbled a quiet 'sorry'

"Don't be sorry beautiful."

Once he was two fingers deep inside of me, he kissed me, softly and slowly.
His lips were so warm, not a lot of things reminded me of what life used to be like, but this was a moment I believe I will forever cherish.

Things like this were so human, this is what the world needed more of, and less zombies.

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He removed his fingers from me. Looking me in the eye while he brought them to his mouth. Seductively sucking on them.

I went to take my panties off, only he stopped me by grabbing both my hands.

"Allow me." He spoke.

I sat back and obliged, he slid my panties down my legs and threw them to the floor.

His body was so gorgeous, sexy, magnificent. Every beautiful word you could possibly think of. I only hoped he thought the same way about mine.

He still had his underwear on, I on the other hand was completely exposed.

As he took in the sight of my body I started to feel slightly self conscious. So I tried move my hands to cover my breasts, but as I did, he noticed what I was trying to do.

"You don't have to hide yourself from me, everything about you is beautiful."

His fingers traced the scar on my shoulder, from where the knife had pierced my flesh.

I gently put my hand on his cheek, guiding him to look me in the eyes.

"Kiss me." I whispered.

He did as asked, bringing his soft full lips to mine as they moved together in sync, I parted mine slightly to allow his tongue inside.

His tongue wasn't the only wetness I felt at this moment. I felt as if I was going to go insane if he didn't fuck me in the next minute.

Every inch of my body craved his, I was like an addict and he was my drug.

When we broke the kiss for air I spoke again quietly.

"Tommy, please..." I suddenly felt myself become shy as the words seemed to become stuck in my throat.

"Please what? Use your words."

"Fuck me."

My words seemed to spark something inside of him as he gave me one last sweet short kiss, he pulled away to remove his own undergarments.

One thing led to another and now he was lining himself up at my entrance, i took a deep breath in and then let it out slowly.

"Take it slow." I whispered.

His hand slid into mine and our fingers intertwined.

His eyes searched mine for an answer, I nodded, giving him my full consent. Slowly, he slid himself into me, inch by inch.

At first it was painful but he took it very slow, allowing me to adjust to his size.

Pain turned to pleasure and the room was filled with the sounds of my soft whimpers and his quiet moans.

Sooner than later his thrusts became sloppy,
I felt his warm seed spill inside of me and on the insides of my thighs.

"Oh fuck, Y/n I am so sorry, I wasn't thinking and I should've stopped, I'm so... fuck! I'm sorry."

He got up fast and quickly gathered his clothes from the floor

I sat up and pulled a blanket over my bare body.

Before I could say anything he was out the door still pulling his shirt over his head.

"Thomas!" I yelled as he slammed the door shut.

I sat there shocked as I heard his footsteps fade down the stairs.

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