In Between Times (Complete Novel, Mastered May 12th, 2022)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

— in our feelings

Slauson Walker – Terrace Martin ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

AMELIA:

"I want to have sex with you," I blurt out.

I didn't even hint around the subject. It all came out in one sentence.

I just want it to happen. I don't want to just get it over with. I want to feel it with him. The connection we have makes me feel special. I want my first time to be special.

My virginity is something I consider special. A lot of ladies these days don't treat their flower with respect, but I do. Sex is not just a thing. It's not an item, it's a bond between two people.

I want to have sex with Parrish. I trust him, and he makes me feel like fucking lava being coursed through a tornado. It's that wild.

He raises his eyebrows at me as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip. "Yeah?" he questions.

"Yeah," I reply, as I trail my legs up and down the back of his.

I suddenly scoot farther onto the bed, and then look him in the eyes as he watches me curiously.

"Get the condom, Livingston. Then get naked. Then sit right here." I pat the spot on the bed next to me, and he stills.

I'm taking authority this time. Or part of it, anyway. I don't know how to have sex. He'll probably be better at that part.

He stays silently motionless for a few seconds, and then starts moving frantically out of nowhere.

He pulls his jeans down his tan legs along with his boxers.

I don't remember when it happened, but his shoes and socks are off his feet. He's ass naked from head to toe and moving towards me now.

I don't even have time to admire his full package, or how big his dick is before he meets me on the bed, condom already in hand.

"That was fast," I smile at him.

"Yeah, it turns out I'm not very good at taking things slow," he smiles at me in return. Our eyes train on each other for a second, but it doesn't take long before my eyes travel south. I am looking at his dick now. I am staring.

I know girl's usually think, "Oh my god, it won't fit."

But I am honestly debating here. I don't want to bleed out on the bed sheets.

"Hey." He tips my chin up so I'll meet his gaze.

"You have nothing to be afraid of," he whispers.

Says the guy with the big dick. I'm the one with the barrier-blocked hole — this is going to be heaven for him. I'm hoping it will be for me, too.

"I have something to be afraid of." My eyes widen for effect as I motion my hands dramatically towards his crouch.

He chuckles. "I'll make you feel good, I promise. If it's not the best, tell me to stop. I don't want to hurt you, sweet girl." He moves closer to me.

I like it when he calls me that for some reason. I like it a lot more than baby, though Parrish can call me anything, really. Just the sound of his voice brings me comfort.

"Put the condom on." I squeeze an eye closed as I watch with the other as he slits the squared packet open, and slowly slides the rubber over his massive length.

I lay flat on the bed, and he's hovering over me within seconds. He presses his lips to my forehead, then my lips softly.

"You tell me if you need me to stop, Amelia," he whispers hoarsely against my lips. I send a quick peck against his mouth.

"I'm not a pussy just because I have one. I can handle a little pain if you promise to make it better," I whisper in return.

"I'll make it better, sweet girl," he swears, as he kisses my forehead. I feel the tip brush against my entrance, and I grip his flexed bicep with one hand while keeping the other placed on the lower part of his back. His back muscles contract under my hand, and I try to settle my breathing.

He enters me slowly, but I feel the pain creeping up as he thrusts farther into me inch by inch. It's just a mild sting thus fair, but it might get worse. He tenses suddenly and stops moving. I look up at him.

"I feel the barrier," he whispers cautiously, as if preparing me. I reach my hand to the back of his neck and pull his mouth to my lips. I kiss him hard on the lips, then softly on the corner of his jaw.

"Don't stop," I press for him to continue moving.

His breathing etches as he starts moving again. I try to focus on his face and his movement pattern as I feel him fully enter me — filling me. The pain is nothing, I barely felt it. I whimper softly as I kiss his neck. I thrust my hips against his once. I want him to keep moving, but he's not. He nuzzles his nose into my hair as his breath reaches my ear.

"Are you okay, Amelia?" he asks in a strangled whisper. Of course, he must ask.

"I'm okay," I whine. I didn't mean to whine. It didn't hurt and I just want him to keep going.

"I don't want you to stop, Parrish," I tell him, as my lips press against his jaw. I manage to thrust against him once more, and it draws his attention. He slowly starts moving again.

"I just don't want to hurt you." His lips move closer to mine as he quickens his pace. I kiss his lips then, and he rests his face in the crook of my neck. I roam my hands around his back as I take in the feeling of sex. Oh, what it feels like — what it feels like to have Parrish Livingston inside me.

I do feel a very mild sting from popping my cherry, but every time Parrish pumps in and out of me, a trigger is released, causing a building heat to form in the pit of my stomach. The sting is hardly noticeable.

"How are you feeling, sweet girl?" he pants, as he kisses at the skin below my ear.

"It feels good," I moan, as my head rolls back.

"God, you're nirvana," he groans against my neck as he thrusts harder into me, causing me to cry out in pleasure.

I arch my back as I feel a new-and-improved orgasm begin its consumption of me — that is, until I hear a distracting sound enter my traveling mind. Someone is knocking on my door. Loud, obnoxious knocking. Parrish stills as my eyes widen. We listen for a voice to go with the knocking, and then I hear it.

"Whoever is in there fucking my little sister... you better get your ass out here, now!"

It's Chaise: go figure.

"Fuck," Parrish and I both mumble in unison.

Chaise and his damn daddy characteristics have never pissed me off this much before. Parrish pulls out of me with ease, and I give him a sympathetic frown as he rolls off me. How disappointing.

We scramble off the bed before picking our clothes up off the floor. We quickly get dressed, and I motion for Parrish to sit on my bed after he throws the condom away in the small trash can near my nightstand.

"You're staying," I tell him.

"I know." He smiles at me as he sits down on my bed.

"Good," I whisper to him, before opening my door to confront Chaise.

Or in other words — cuss the shit out of him.

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