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He crashes his lips back onto mine, and then with one swift motion, he plunges into me, shredding my virginity and filling me completely.
I gasp, my nails digging into his back as the sensation of being claimed by him washes over me.
"You feel so good, Lily. So fucking tight." Jake's grip on my hips tightens, his hips starting a relentless, pounding rhythm. "God, I've wanted you for so long...needed this...you..."
I can only moan in response, lost in the sensations he's creating within me.
"Lily...sweet Lily...love you...love..." His words taper off as his thrusts become even more urgent, pulling me along with him into a maelstrom of pleasure.
My world shatters into a million shimmering pieces as an explosive orgasm rips through me, my inner walls clenching around Jake's thick shaft buried deep inside me. "Jake! Oh god, Jake!" I cry out, clinging to him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.
"That's it, baby. Come for me," he growls, his hips slamming into mine, prolonging my release. "Fucking perfect...my perfect Lily..."
His words, his rough possession, the feel of him pulsing inside me—it's all too much. I shatter again, my body spasming uncontrollably around him as a second orgasm overtakes me before the first has even subsided.
"Jake...Jake...fuck!" I moan incoherently, my nails scoring down his back. The coil inside me winds tighter and tighter with each forceful thrust until it finally snaps. I scream his name as pure, unadulterated bliss consumes me.
"Lily!" Jake roars. His hips jerk erratically as he finds his own release, spilling deep inside me with a guttural groan. "Lily, fuck!"
I cling to him, my legs locked around his waist, my inner walls still fluttering and milking his pulsing cock. Our heavy breaths mingle as we ride out the aftershocks together, lost in a haze of pleasure and passion.
Jake rests his forehead against mine, his intense green eyes boring into me. "I love you, Lily. I've always fucking loved you," he rasps, his voice raw with emotion as he pulls me on top of him and holds me tightly, stroking my head until we drift off to sleep together.
nine
?. . .?
Jake
I roll over in bed,reaching for Lily's warmth, but my hand meets only cold sheets. My eyes snap open, heart lurching in my chest as I realize she's gone. Sitting up, I glance around the empty room, her clothes no longer scattered across the floor where we left them in our heated frenzy last night.
Did she regret what we did? Did I come on too strong, scare her away with the intensity of my feelings that have been building for so long? I grab my phone from the nightstand, fingers shaking slightly as I type out a message.
Hey, where'd you go? Everything okay?
I stare at the screen, each second that ticks by without a response twisting my stomach into tighter knots. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, her reply comes through.
I'm sorry, I just need some time and space to process everything. Last night was...a lot. I'll call you in a few days.
A few days.The words stare back at me, taunting. How am I supposed to endure days without seeing her, touching her, after everything we shared? I want to tell her I love her, that she's all I've ever wanted, fuck her into submission.
But I know my Lily. I have to give her the space she's asking for, no matter how much it tears me apart.
The following days are absolute torture. Every text I begin typing, I delete. Every time I pick up the phone to call her, I lose my nerve. I go through the motions—eat, sleep, work out—but she consumes my every thought. The ghost of her scent lingers on my pillows. Memories of her body pressed against mine, her soft sighs and breathless moans, play on repeat in my mind.
I see her everywhere—in the cafe where we used to grab coffee, walking past the bookstore she loves to browse, in the park where we would picnic together in high school. But she's never actually there. It's like she's vanished from my life completely, leaving a gaping hole in her wake.
By the third day, I'm a wreck, pacing my apartment like a caged animal. I alternate between anger—at myself for risking our friendship, at her for running—and despair that I've lost her for good. She's embedded herself so deeply in my heart over the years, I don't know how to untangle her, to imagine a future without her by my side.
My phone buzzes and I practically lunge for it, praying it's her. But it's just my mom, checking in. I toss the phone aside in frustration, collapsing back onto the couch.
"Fuck," I mutter, dragging a hand down my face.
I'm in turmoil, caught between giving Lily the distance she needs and the overwhelming urge to show up at her door, drop to my knees, and beg her not to shut me out. I've never felt so powerless, so unmoored.
Still more days crawl by with no word from Lily. Each morning I wake with a jolt, grabbing for my phone, only to find silence. The disappointment is a constant ache in my chest, growing sharper with every day with no word.
I throw myself into work, punishing runs, anything to keep my mind off her. But she's always there, haunting my thoughts. The softness of her skin, the raw vulnerability in her eyes that night—it consumes me.
