Fear

Chapter 21

I slept dream-free. I was still snuggled into his chest when I woke. I tried to move my head without waking him, but the nipple ring had stuck to my cheek and tugged as it freed.

"Sholry." He muttered, holding me close. He stroked my skin with the other hand. It felt good. He was hard and solid again. The sweat and stickiness had dried as we had slept. I ran my fingers down the shaft. He rolled me over, his mouth finding mine. It was not long before we were joined again. He started slow at first, pushing in and pulling almost all the way out again. I trembled with excitement. He began to move quicker until he pounded into me relentlessly, but it felt so good. Once more, I felt the pleasure coil in my belly and build.

"That's right, sholry. Give me your pleasure." He murmured. "Let me hear you moan."

It wasn't long before I arched and moaned for him as I let go. I allowed the wave to flow through me, expecting him to follow me. He slowed, allowing me to calm.

"Again?" He asked.

"What about you?"

"I'll come on your next time."

I thrilled, tensing around him. "Good girl." He whispered, moving quicker. It didn't take long. Having already reached one peak, I climbed easily for a second time.

"I'm...coming." I gasped as I tensed around him. He moved quicker.

"I'm with you." He said, just before I exploded around him. I moaned, and he cried out, tensing above me. I watched him fall apart as he emptied himself into me. His face contorted as if in pain, then relaxed, softening into the expression I had seen on his face the night before, all gentle and tender with adoration for me. I still throbbed as he pulled out of me. He planted a kiss on my mouth.

"I must stop. You need to get ready for the interview." He rolled away, gasping for breath. We were both damp with sweat again.

I sat up and gushed fluid. "Eew!" I said, looking down at the mess. He looked too and then stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"There's no blood." He said quietly. "You said I was the first."

"You are."

"Then there should be blood." He insisted. "There's always blood the first time."

"I've never laid with a man before. No man has ever...."

He wasn't angry, just disappointed. "No matter. Clean up." He said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

I felt wretched. I had not pleased him. It was hardly my fault if I hadn't bled. I thought it had all been wonderful and now I felt disheartened. I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. I ran the bath and cried at his disappointment. I sobbed all through the shampooing of my hair. By the time I had towelled dry, I was all cried out. I let the water out and tied the towel around my breasts.

He was not there. He had laid out clothing on the bed, including full underwear. I dressed and brushed my hair. By the time I left the room, I had plastered a smile on my face. No way was I going to show my distress to the rest.

My porridge waited for me, a dent in the crust indicating that Bess had tested it. A glass of water sat next to it. I sighed. I wanted coffee, but the jar had vanished. I drank the water instead. I wondered if I'd still be travelling with them now. First I had the interview to get through. Matt appeared just as I finished the last spoonful.

"Sholry." He said.

"Matt." I replied.

He held my coat and helped me into it. I wondered where Grant was.