sakura
After twirling my fork around the spaghetti that Callan had made for dinner, I nervously glanced up at him. When I had made it up to his classroom earlier, I hadn’t had much of a chance to tell him about Gunther. He had wanted to leave right away.
But I didn’t want to hide this from Callan.
Especially after Skylar’s death, Gunther terrified me. I had barely said a few words to him my entire life, yet he had met me at Walmart the other day and forced me to walk around with him, he had been staring at me nonstop in Literature, so much so that Callan moved our seats, and now … he had waited for me outside of the room where I volunteered.
“What is it, Sakura?” Callan asked.
I glanced up from my plate and swallowed a mouthful of pasta. “Um … today, I was tutoring someone for Biology in the science wing after school. When he left, I packed up and was going to come straight to your room, but … Gunther …”
Callan stiffened, balling his hands. “Gunther? What the fuck did that punk do to you?”
“He had been waiting for me the entire time while I worked,” I whispered. “He stopped me in the hall.” I winced, remembering the way he had harshly seized my wrist. It was nothing compared to some stuff that went on at Redwood, but nobody had touched me with that much force and anger. “He … he didn’t just stop me. He grabbed my wrist and forced me to stop.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” Callan growled, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring.
“Be-because I wanted to leave the school before he … before he told everyone.”
“Told everyone what?” Callan asked.
“That he knew about us,” I whispered.
As if he had already known that Gunther knew about us, Callan pressed his lips together. “Don’t worry about him saying anything to anyone. He knows what will happen to him if he does. But if he laid his fucking hands on you, then he’s going to pay for it.”
After dropping my fork, I moved around the table, climbed into his lap, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, burying my face into his neck. “I-I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I know that it’s not a big deal, but I’m scared of him.”
Callan wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled back so he could look into my eyes. “I told you that I would protect you from anyone,” he promised. “Nobody will hurt you when you’re with me.”
I curled my fingers into his shoulders and knitted my brows. “B-but …”
“I will protect you,” he repeated. “From anything.” He squeezed me a little tighter and pulled me a couple of inches closer to him, lowering his voice. “Tell me, Sakura, do you feel safe in my arms?”
Shifting slightly to straddle his waist, I gently took his face in my hands. “I do.”
We stared at each other for a few moments, and then I leaned down and kissed him because … well, it felt right. He slid his hands down to my hips and gently gripped them, slipping his tongue into my mouth and moving his lips with mine.
“I promise you, Sakura,” he murmured against me, “I’ll do anything for you.”
After resting my forehead against his, I deepened the kiss and undid the first few buttons on his shirt. It seemed like every single time that I had been with him, we had been quick to pull off each other’s clothes and hungry to devour each other.
But our kiss was slow, passionate.
He lifted me into the air and walked with me to his bedroom, then set me down on the center of the bed and crawled between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, not wanting to pull back.
“Sakura,” he whispered into my mouth.
He slowly moved his fingers up the sides of my body, then strummed them against my breasts. I tensed, and my breathing hitched. Heat warmed my core, and I squeezed my thighs together. After tugging off my shirt, he kissed down my chest, his lips finding the end of my bra near my cleavage.
I lay back on his bed and grasped the satin sheets. He slowly pulled down the cups of my bra, letting my small breasts fall out of them. He sucked my nipple between his lips and tugged gently, his fingers disappearing between my thighs. Tingles ran up and down my body.
When he dipped his hand between my legs, I arched my back and moaned.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” he murmured against my tender breast.
The pressure in my core grew higher every moment. He moved further down the bed, hooked his fingers around the waistband of my skirt, and tugged it down my body. He sat between my legs and placed his hands on my knees, every muscle in his upper body flexing.
As he pulled my legs apart and gazed down at my wet pussy, he lay down on the bed on his stomach and dipped his head between my thighs. “You’re mine, Sakura,” he said, and then he pressed his lips to my cunt, thrusting a finger into me.
I ran my hands through his hair and tugged lightly. He massaged it in circles, each time a little faster. I gazed down at him, breathing unsteady, and clenched around his fingers. I loved being with him, more than anyone else.
He was the only person to make me feel safe, even in his messed up town.
“Please,” I murmured. “I want you inside me already.”
When he crawled back up the bed, I reached between my legs and undid the button and zipper on his pants. Once I finally pulled out his cock, I wrapped my hand around the base and whimpered, pulling him closer so he lined up with my entrance.
I stroked him a couple of times, his head rubbing against my wet pussy. “Please.”
After posting his arms on the pillow on either side of me, he leaned down, pressed his lips to mine once more, and pushed himself inside me. I moaned into his mouth, the ecstacy already rushing through my body.
He pumped in and out of me slowly, tongue tangling with mine. Pleasure pumped through my body, and I curled my toes.
I love him.
My eyes shot open while I kissed him. I didn’t just … I didn’t just think that …
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned into my mouth. “God, your pussy just got so wet.”
Oh God, I really did just think that!
Do I love the way he feels inside me, or do I really love him?