Fingered by My Stepbrother Pt. 05

"Mmmm," Mom groaned into her food.

She was devouring her food like she hadn't eaten all day. I wasn't sure she had to be honest, she was tanned maybe a little too pink from the sun, she'd definitely spent the rest of the afternoon out on the shore. Ryan was looking the same and just as exhausted. They'd both been really quiet since we sat down.

Nate was back to being his grumpy self. We were in a bustling restaurant with incredible food in front of us and he still had a slight frown to his brow and a hard-set jaw. I had to beg for him to come to dinner with us. He refused to tell me why he didn't want to come but he was here so I couldn't really complain. I did miss his easy smile though.

"So," Ryan started. "What did you get up to today, Nate?" He bumped his shoulder into Nate's playfully.

Nate tossed a fry onto his plate and lent back, crossing his arms. He was pissed. I desperately wanted to ask him what was wrong.

"Why does it matter to you?" Nate grunted out.

Ryan took a slow sip of his soda, figuring out what to say to Nate. "Just checking in, making sure you're enjoying your vacation," he said finally.

I didn't like how everyone had to be careful around Nate to not set him off. It felt awful to have to walk around on eggshells, especially now that I'd seen the smiley, kind and patient side of him.

Mom shuffled uncomfortably next to me not looking at either of them. Nate was silent.

"I think he had a good day," I said quietly. "I saw him making some friends on the shore, they were playing with a football for a while."

Nate stared at me, mouth parted slightly.

"Oh, really?" Ryan asked, also looking shocked. "That's great to hear. Thanks, kid." Ryan beamed at me. I suspected he missed having a good relationship with Nate and didn't get the opportunity to know much about him these days.

Mom patted my knee and polished off her fries.

I could still feel Nate looking at me but I was too scared to look at him. He was probably going to be furious at me for telling Ryan that.

"What about you, Pen? How was your day?" Mom asked. Ryan looked at me knowingly.

"It was good, I made some friends too." I lied.

"Yes, I heard," Mom said with a hard voice. Her shoulders were rigid with anger. My breath stalled in my lungs and a cold shiver ran through me. Ryan stilled.

"Mom... I..."

"Tell me about him, about what happened," she said sharply. "You normally tell me everything, Pen. What's going on with you?"

Mom's annoyance made me nervous, I wrapped my arms around myself and stared at the empty plate in front of me. She would be more than annoyed if she knew the truth. I never lied to my mom, a war was waged inside me. I wanted to be a good daughter but I couldn't now.

"It was one of my friends, he's a good guy," Nate replied for me. It was my turn to be shocked.

"Oh? Does this friend have a name?"

"Tyler," Nate said easily. The lies were rolling off his tongue.

Mom glared at Nate, she didn't like him answering for me. She turned to face me.

"That was your first time, Penelope," she scolded, loud enough for the table across from us to hear. "You wasted your first time on some stranger, someone you don't know."

"Mom..." I pleaded as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You can't deny it, Penelope. Don't try it. You got carried away and let the teenage hormones take control, just tell me that you used protection. Tell me that you were safe." Her eyes searched mine and when I didn't answer quickly enough she sighed. "Jesus Christ, Penelope Weston. I taught you better than that, to be safe and smart. You promised me you'd tell me when it happened and I had to find out from Ryan. He also told me that there was only one bed in your motel room, how do you think Nate is going to feel having to sleep in the same bed that you had sex for the first time in? That you slutted yourself out in." She huffed and shook her head. Tears welled in my eyes. She thought I was a slut? An ice cold rock sat in my stomach churning the food I just ate.

"Laura," Ryan said gently.

"Don't, Ryan. She's made a big mistake and for what? Some kid she met at the beach. I can't believe you, Penelope. I just can't. Giving yourself up like that, like a slut... it's just what your father would do. You know what happened between us and yet you still went and slept with the first boy who gave you attention. That is the behaviour of a hussy."

"Laura," Ryan said harder this time.

"Stay out of it, Ryan," mom barked harshly. "This is between me and my hussy of a daughter."

"Mom," I hiccuped. I wiped the tears off my face quickly and drew a stuttered breath. "It wasn't some random boy and I really like him," I said, deciding to go with the truth. "He's sweet and is really patient with me. He makes me feel wanted, Mom." I cleared my throat. "He was gentle and made sure it was good for me," I said quietly. "I'll be seeing him again for the rest of the time we're here and... and I hope I can see him when we go home too." My gaze flicked to Nate who's stoic face gave nothing away, he wasn't even looking at us.

"That's not good enough, young lady," she hissed.

"Mom, please..." I needed her to stop, she was only getting louder.

"Laura, let's leave it for now. We can talk about it at the motel," Ryan said raising his voice to match hers. I wanted to crawl under the table and hide.

"Fine," Mom scoffed and went back to her food.

Everyone else went back to the remainder of their meals. Although the chatter in the restaurant was lively, the silence at our table was thick and made my heart ache. I'd made Mom angry and disappointed in me, Ryan was angry and Nate was back to being surly. That dirty feeling was creeping back in.

I didn't know what I expected Mom's reaction to be when I told her I'd lost my virginity. We'd only talked about it once but almost everyone at my high school had lost theirs, I was the odd one out. I didn't see anything wrong with me wanting to lose mine while we were here and now I was rethinking all of it.

Nate's hairy leg rubbed the side of my smooth one. He gave me a small reassuring smile as his leg went back up and down again. I gave him a tentative smile back, appreciating the small comfort.

Mercifully we didn't have to sit in the loud silence for too long.

"Can we get the check, babe? I'm falling asleep in my chair," Mom said, reaching out and holding hands with Ryan.

"Of course, Laura."

Once our tables were cleared and the bill was paid, we all headed back to the motel. The walk was warm and humid even though the sun was setting. The streets were well lit by the restaurants and bars that lined them, there was still a purplish pink hue in the sky as it darkened, I would have appreciated in different circumstances. It was the middle of summer so there were many people laughing and enjoying their night as we walked by. Nate and I were trailing behind Mom and Ryan, whose hands were clasped together as they chatted happily like my own mom hadn't just dragged me through the mud in a public place.

Every couple of steps my fingers would brush against Nate's. I wanted to hold his hand, pretend that we were as happy as Mom and Ryan, even if it was fake and only for the three days. I rubbed my chest at the thought. I know I had said to Mom that I hoped for more after the three days but did I actually want that? More drama? More Mom being angry with me? If she thought I was a hussy for sleeping with a random guy I hated to consider what she'd think of me if she found out it was Nate. And yet, three days didn't seem enough of Nate's smiles and gentleness.

Mom sighed and stopped outside her's and Ryan's room. "I'm too tired to talk to you tonight, Penny. We'll just have to have our talk in the morning which means you'll have to keep it in your pants till then, think you can do that?"

"Yes," I said around the lump in my throat.

Ryan nodded at Nate and I then ushered Mom into their room, shutting the door behind them.

Nate's hand wrapped around my trembling one. "You okay?"

I shrugged, not trusting my voice. I could feel the hot tears bubbling up.

"C'mon," he whispered and lead me to our room.

As soon as the door closed behind us, the tears broke the dam and I sobbed. Nate wrapped himself around me and stroked my hair.

"You're okay," he muttered. "You're okay, Penny. Don't worry about your mom. She shouldn't have talked to you like that. I... I should have said something. Should have stopped her."

"It's okay," I blubbered. "It would have been suspicious anyway. It would have made things worse."

I looped my arms around his neck and continued to cry softly. Being held by him while my heart was hurting... it was indescribable. I felt both safe and utterly vulnerable. He'd just heard my mom call me the worst names and scold me for losing my virginity to him. I'd always been my mom's good girl and now I wasn't... it was an awful feeling.

The worst part was the things that Mom had said only echoed what Nate had said about me at the truckstop. That I had been a slut for getting on my knees for my stepbrother. Everyone thought I was slut, Ryan probably did too but was too nice to say it. And now, because I couldn't keep my legs closed, everyone was in a palpably bad mood which only proved that anything between me and Nate wasn't a good idea.

As my tears slowed and my breathing relaxed, Nate slowed the circles he was making on my back. He coaxed me away from him a little and held my face in his hands, wiping my wet cheeks with his thumbs.

"Better?" He murmured.

I nodded and blew out a stuttered breath.

"Shower then bed?"

I nodded again but didn't unwind from him. His navy blue eyes were shiny with an emotion I couldn't name, he looked like that lost boy that I thought he had been before he'd walked out after the blowjob. He looked vulnerable, stripped down bare as he searched my undoubtedly bloodshot eyes. Time stood still as we held one another, savouring and relishing the comfort of companionship. Our chests moving in time with each other. Nate still cupping my face, tilted my head slightly and leaned in closer. I raised myself up on tip toe to meet him in the middle. He feathered his lips against mine, coasting over them gently. His breath lightly tickled my cupids bow as I pressed my mouth against his, closing my eyes. The kiss was breathtaking, sensual and fireworks all at once. It consumed me as my fingertips glided over his shoulders and down his biceps, holding onto him tightly. My body lit up as his own touch moved over my neck to my breasts, my nipples stiff points under his palms. I tilted my head to deepen our kiss, our tongues meeting. I whimpered as he sucked on mine. He responded by moving his strong hands to my waist and pulling me into his pelvis, grinding his steel pole into my throbbing pussy. It quivered when Nate's wide palms moved to my ass and lifted me. Our mouths never stopped their mingling as he lifted me into his arms and I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding myself to him tightly like I wanted to crawl into his skin. I ground my pussy into his cock while he strode effortlessly into the bathroom. He broke our kiss momentarily to turn the shower on, my breaths quick and needy as I kissed over his jaw and neck still humping him. While the bathroom quickly filled with steam, Nate sat me on the edge of the counter and kissed the tip of my nose.

"Arms up, little sister," he said, his voice thick with lust as I raised my arms for him to pull of my shirt. It was quickly dumped on the floor as I gripped the hem of his shirt and yanked it off him.

"Slow, baby. Slow," he murmured, taking my face in his hands once more.

Our mouths met again. I could feel my own urgency wanting to take over. I wanted to be completely naked with him, I wanted to feel him pressed against me and the fullness of his cock inside of my aching pussy. I was so empty without him filling me. I'd only had him once but it was like getting my first taste of pure heaven and I needed more, I needed to go back to The Garden of Eden. He kept our kiss slow and controlled despite my weak attempts to speed things along. I could feel the tug of the strings of the red bikini I'd changed into before dinner and the triangles that were covering my boobs fell between us onto my lap. My sensitive nipples rubbed against the coarse hair on Nate's chest eliciting a deep moan from me, I squirmed in his arms and tried grinding against him.

"I like the white one better," he mumbled as he laid wet kisses down my neck. He sucked on my delicate skin, nipping at it then kissing away the sting.

"White one?" I breathed. I was barely aware of his words or even my own, I was drowning in him, completely consumed by the touch of his fingertips that were digging into me and the softness of his lips kissing everything he could reach.

"The bikini, I like your white one better." His fingers slipped into the waistband of my shorts. "Lift."

He slid my shorts and bikini bottoms off in one smooth movement, dropping them on the tiles with our shirts. The cool countertop made me squeak as my swollen pussy made contact with it.

Nate pulled off his own shorts and helped me down from the counter. His movements were still measured and deliberate when ushered me under the gentle fall of the shower. The heat of it added to the moment, to how hot and ready I felt. Nate lathered the motel soap in his hands and started rubbing it into me. It's basic, sweet and soapy scent filled the small space. He worked over my whole body with a specific concentration, not paying particular attention to any part of me. I was both in agony and utter bliss as he continued to tease my entire body with controlled ministrations. I felt my breathing deepen and my shoulders relax as I kept my hands by my sides, letting him touch me and clean me. He knelt in front of me, his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs. His thumbs making small bubbly circles. He was inches away from my sex, his face level with my belly button but his teasing movements never went any higher. They just stayed there for what felt like an eternity.

"... Nate?" I said, barely audible over the sound of the shower. My body protected Nate from being doused in water, droplets snuck around me, landing on his hair and shoulders, making him look like he was covered in little shiny crystals.

"Yeah, little sister?" He replied in a tone as teasing as his thumbs. I could see his straining cock, reddish pink from how turned on he was between his legs. Wet and creamy at the tip. It throbbed in time with his relaxed heart beat.

"I..."

"What is it?" His smirk was heart dropping. And panty dropping if I was wearing any.

"Quit teasing me," I pouted.

"You want me to touch you?"

I nodded quickly.

"Here?" His hands slid down to my knees.

"Nate," I whined but kept my hands at my sides. I understood the game even though I hated it.

His palms grazed against my thighs as he excruciatingly slowly raised them back to where he had them. "Here?"

"Higher," I whispered.

He moved his grip to my hips, his thumbs nearly meeting over my pelvis. "Here?"

"Nate, please." I took one of his wrists and tried to move it down to where I wanted it but he held tighter and shook his head. He still wanted to be frustrating.

"Use your words, little sister. Tell me what you want. Beg me."

Without hesitation, I said, "touch my pussy. Please. Make me come."

His eyes flared like he wasn't expecting me to give in so quickly. My mind and my body were past the point of being humiliated in front of him. He growled under his breath and shoved his face into my pussy. His tongue parting my lips easily, rubbing against my clit. His hand gripped my ankle and moved it to his shoulder. This new position opened me to him completely. I steadied myself on the wall and shuddered a breath as Nate's fingers traced over my lips and circled my entrance. Unashamedly, I bucked my hips into his mouth, feeling the now familiar tingle in the base of my spine and deep in my lower belly as my orgasm grew. It didn't take long for my whimpers to turn into moans and Nate's own noises to grow louder while he flicked his tongue over my bundle of nerves. Before long, my toes and fingers went numb as I grasped Nate's hair through yet another mind blowing orgasm, my third for the day. Nate stood gracefully and I tasted myself on his tongue as he kissed me through the aftershocks while his palm cradled my swollen and tender pussy.

After I came back into my body, I properly kissed Nate back and touched him everywhere I could. His cock against me against. Wanting to return the favor, I started to kneel, dragging my hands down the front of his chest but Nate stopped me, shaking his head.

"I'll come too quickly if you do that, baby," he strangled out. "Eating you has that effect on me," he chuckled. God, I loved that sound. And I loved that he found pleasure in mine.

He cleaned himself quickly, batting away at my attempts to help him. It was like he was the one that was over sensitive from a fresh orgasm not me. He also shooed my hands away when he insisted he was the one to dry me off and then, once again, didn't let me help him dry off. His cock was still ridged and begging to be touched and yet he wanted me to do nothing about it. By the time we made it under the covers, my fingers tingled with the desire to feel every inch of him and my whole body was yet again set a light by Nate's smallest movements.

"Can I touch you now?" I muttered, some of my annoyance leaking out. We were facing each other, our legs tangled together and his arm over my waist, our other hands clasped between us. I could feel that he was still rock hard against my thigh.

He shook his head.

I huffed.

Suddenly he shifted away, untangling himself from me and got out of the bed.

"What're you doing?" I asked, sitting up, mouth agape, as he started pulling on a pair of clean shorts and t-shirt.

"Nate?"

He moved to my bag and pulled out a short summer dress with little daisies on it.

"Put this on." He tossed the dress at me.

"Why?" I looked at the offending dress in my lap. We weren't lying down to cuddle and have sex? At least that's what I assumed we were going to do after the shower...

"Do what you're told, Penny," Nate grumbled. His whole demeanour had changed, he was no longer sweet and cherishing, he was back to being cold and surly.

"You're mad at me?" I asked.

"I will be if you don't put that dress on and walk out that door in the next sixty seconds."

Something inside me ached.

"You're back to being an asshole, then," I mumbled under my breath. I was getting whiplash from him, from this day, from this whole trip.

I tugged the dress on over my head and tied the thin string around my waist in a little bow, it didn't really do anything, it was more for the aesthetics. It was one of my favorite dresses because the pattern made it look cute and sweet but the shortness of the hem and low v-neck made it sexy. I doubted Nate chose it on purpose, I didn't think I'd worn it around him before. If he liked it though, he didn't let me know. He just opened the door and practically pushed me out of it as I hobbled my flip-flops on. His large hand wrapped around the top of my arm, gripping it tightly as he dragged me out of the car park.

"You're hurting me," I whispered angrily at him while I tried to tug my arm out of his bruising hold.

Either he cared that he was hurting me or was worried what onlookers would think and released my arm. My money was on the latter. Freedom didn't last long. Nate pulled me into him and held the back of my neck possessively as we walked down the street in the direction of the water. It was warm and humid still and there were plenty of people enjoying their night being loud and laughing. The crowds were mostly gathered around the bars and paid us no mind. We looked like a normal couple walking down the street in each other's arms. How many people would know us here? Know that we're brother and sister? The bitch from the beach for sure, maybe her friends if she told them. Nate's friends, if he told them who he was at the lake with. Mom and Ryan had mostly kept to themselves since we got here so I doubted anyone their age would know who we were. We were probably pretty safe to wander around like this but I still felt my cheeks heat whenever someone looked our way. What if they could tell just by looking at us? They'd know that my stepbrother loved to give me orgasms and had given me three already today. They'd know that I'd had him in my mouth and wanted to do it again. That he'd filled me with his cock and I ached for him to do it again.

Nate showed no signs of embarrassment or worry, he just continued towards the water. When we made it to the footpath that was parallel to the water, he lead us down it towards a quiet area of the town. There was no one walking these parts of the streets seeing as we'd left the strip, the only noise was the gentle sounds of the lake and the far away chatter of the crowds, the street lamps lighting our way. Nate's heavy hand on my neck was a constant as I contemplated what to say to him. Of course I wanted to know where he was taking me and why he was pissed but I didn't want to exacerbate whatever anger he was feeling. That would only be bad for me.

Without warning, we left the footpath and walked down a hardly used dirt track surrounded by trees and bushes. After a minute of ducking low branches and squeezing through overgrown brush, we emerged from the tiny forest to a private beach. The small waves lapping at the sand. It was an alcove of sorts with the sand part hidden by trees, no one could see us from the main beach. The bright moon high in the night sky set the sand a glow with a silver light and the water sparkled like it was sprinkled with fairy dust. It was beautiful. Perfect.

I moved towards the water and Nate let me go. After kicking my flip flops off, I dipped my toes in the warm lake and nearly moaned at how good it felt. The lake seemed to syphon away all of my worries. I stood there like that until my feet sunk into the gritty sand, feeling better for it.

"How'd you know this was here?" I asked Nate. I didn't bother talking loudly or turning around, I could feel him close to me.

"I know things," he replied, his breath tickling the hair behind my ear. He was closer than I expected and my breath hitched. He touched my arms, caressing them, then moved to my waist. Pressing his firm body against mine as his fingers loosened the tie to the dress.

"Nate?"

"Do you trust me?" his lips brushed my neck.

"You're an asshole."

"Do you trust me?" He repeated.

I hesitated for a moment. "Yeah."

He gripped the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it over my naked body. With him rushing me out of the motel room, I didn't get the chance to put on underwear of any kind so I was completely bare to the world. If it weren't for the trees that jutted out past the waters edge, any nighttime beach goers would have seen my stiffened nipples heaving with my breath. His fingertips whispered over every inch of me, goosebumps rising on my over-sensitised skin. The warm night air, the smell of salty water and the primal state Nate was sending my body into, being stripped down to nothing where anyone could see if they tried, had my pussy quivering with desperation. I felt like I could come from one touch, one kiss, one lick. Even the lapping of the water at my thighs was almost enough to send me over the edge.

I hadn't realised but Nate was steering us deeper into the water as he touched me. He was murmuring sweet nothings in my ear as he did. Words I couldn't hear or understand with how loud my arousal was and how utterly lax I felt. My whole body felt like it was walking on a tightrope over the precipice of deep nothingness and my destination was eternal pleasure. One wrong step and I'd be stuck like this forever. It was both frightening and exhilarating. I never wanted it to end.

Before I knew it, the tropical warmth of the water was swiping the underside of my tits. Nate cupped them, his fingers pressing into my nipples and I heard myself gasp. His hands moving over me along with his thick body pressed against me, I was putty.

Nate moved in front of me so he was facing shore. The moon was just above his head, giving him an ethereal glow. He looked like an angel that had just left the pearly gates, sent here just for me.

"Kneel for me, little sister." His voice was stoney and unyielding. Following his command would put my head under the water by a good foot. It wasn't hard to decipher what he wanted me to do once I'd kneeled. There was a reason he was turned away from the pearly gates.

I shook my head slowly, still in a hazy state. I wanted his cock in my mouth again but I didn't want to drown for it.

He, just as slowly, nodded his head.

I kneeled.

I immersed my shoulders first, taking hold of Nate's wrists to steady myself, then I lowered completely. My head under the water, I held my breath. I could hold my breath for a good amount of time, I was on the swimming team at home but I was still nervous. I couldn't see or hear anything. My natural buoyancy threatened to derail the whole thing before I could even get his cock near my mouth, so I came back up, enough for my head to pop out so I could look at Nate.

"Hold me down," I whispered, the water on my lips flicking off as I spoke.

Pure lust sparked in his eyes before he nodded once and took my face in his wide palms. Cradling me like I was something to be cherished. A tender juxtaposition to what was about to happen. He kissed me with the passion of a thousand suns, his tongue fucking my mouth before he pulled back.

I barely pulled a breath when he shoved my head down into the water. My nails dug into the tops of his thighs at the unexpected dunking but I didn't fight him. He'd also taken his shorts off at some point so his cock bobbed in the water, nudging my cheek intermittently. Both of Nate's hands were now on my head, holding me down and guiding me where he wanted me. I blocked the back of my throat with my tongue and took his length into my mouth, creating a seal around it so I didn't take onboard any unwanted lake water. Nate took control of the pace, easily moving himself shallowly inside my mouth, not touching the back of my throat yet. I let myself explore the tip of his cock and veins with my tongue now that I didn't need to block off water. He was saltier than last time but there was the obvious reason for that. Another difference was I couldn't hear his grunts and moans as he enjoyed my mouth and I missed those telling noises. They let me know if I was doing it right and now I didn't have that, all I could hear was the whooshing of water in my ears. He thrust in and out of me, holding my head down and steady, taking what he wanted from me. I shoved one of my hands in between my thighs and found my pussy viscously wet and needy. My lungs screamed at me finally, as I circled my clit and I tapped Nate's thigh. He pulled out of my mouth and let my head out of the water.

I took a shudderingly deep breath and then another.

"Good?" He asked breathily.

I could only nod in response. I was out of breath and utterly turned the fuck on. I wanted to go back down and have him fuck my mouth properly. I wanted him to use my throat while I got myself off with my fingers. The risk of taking in water and drowning myself just to please him was the most intense aphrodisiac.

Less than twenty seconds later I was back under the water with his cock in my mouth again. He was doing those shallow thrusts and I was learning to read his body language instead of relying on his noises. His thighs would tense sporadically and matched up with his more erratic thrusts. His fingers in my hair would tighten then too. My own hand explored my folds and I roughly shoved three fingers inside of my aching pussy. Before long, my lungs yelled at me again and I tapped Nate's thigh. My fingers were pulled from me as he let me up and I whimpered at the loss. He stared at me while I caught my breath.

He didn't say anything this time as he shoved my head back down and forced me onto him. This time was different, more rough. He fucked me faster, hitting the back of my throat. I relaxed and encouraged him to go further with each pump into my mouth. My lips were tightly sealed around him once more and his thickness was heavy on my tongue. He rutted into me, fucking my face and all I could do was squeeze my eyes tighter. My hand found its way between my thighs again and I was rubbing my clit furiously. Nate's thighs tensed again and his thrusts sent his cock down my throat. I couldn't gag otherwise I'd drown so I didn't. I held it back and swallowed his crown down into me. He was close to coming and so was I. I just needed to hold my breath a little longer. Twenty more seconds, thirty... The feeling of Nate's length down my throat and his pelvis against my nose was intoxicating. Not being able to breathe heightened the sparkles in my lower belly and I was moments away from detonating despite my lungs demanding air. White dots danced in my eyes and my chest tightened, just a few more seconds.

Three things happened at once.

I came harder than I ever thought was possible, my entire body was one giant firework sent up into space and I was floating in a gravity-less pool of warm ecstasy.

Nate's cock throbbed viciously in my throat, pumping come directly into my stomach.

And I ran out of oxygen.

~

"C'mon, baby. Wake up for me," Nate whispered frantically. "C'mon..."

His gentle fingers wiped away the water from my eyes and the wet strings of hair off my face. "Penny, please wake up, baby."

He kissed the tip of my nose, then my lips and forehead. "Penny?"

My eyes fluttered open. Nate was crouched over me looking worried. his brows pulled together and his jaw set tight. I was laying on the gritty sand with the water licking my feet.

"Hey," I croaked and gave him a smile. My body felt like jelly and I was still in a floaty space. He didn't need to look so worried, that was a life changing orgasm. A high I would be chasing for the rest of my life.

"Oh, god," he groaned and took my mouth with his. "Are you okay?" He muttered into my lips.

I put a hand on his chest. "I'm fine. More than fine, that was..."

"Stupid," he offered.

"Incredible."

He gave an incredulous huff. "You nearly died, Penny!"

"You wouldn't have let me," I whispered.

He searched my face. "Maybe you shouldn't trust me," he muttered.

"I do and I think I just proved that." I laughed and cupped his jaw. I wanted to say something stupid but despite my airy-fairy state I knew I shouldn't so I bit my tongue.

He finally smiled then pecked my lips. "My crazy girl."