Haze by Andrea Wolfe (best motivational books for students txt) 📕

while fighting back only dropped me violently back into reality. It was like falling from a plane to the ground without a parachute, yet it was the so-called "logical" and "rational" thing to do.

I just didn't make any sense to myself.

I hadn't thought about my job in what seemed like years, even though I had been there the previous day. Why didn't I want to give into Jack, to accept all he had to offer? What was I hiding from? I was protecting myself, but from what? Assumptions?

Part of me felt like at least I was moving too fast, especially given the absurd situation with Timothy today. It hadn't been that long since we broke up, so conventional wisdom said take it slow. If that was the case, why did I feel like I was being dragged along at light speed, unable to slow down how I was feeling? What if I didn't want to take it slow?

That dreaded L-word kept popping up in my head, but I washed it away like the lavender-scented body wash on my body. It was too soon for that, yet I was already feeling something like it far too often. Maybe he was too...

What else was there to say when everything fell into place in the most perfect way possible?

We threw on our robes and headed into his bedroom, quietly enjoying the endless stream of movies that only Netflix could provide on his wall-mounted fifty-two inch television. It was bigger than any TV I had ever owned, and it was in his bedroom. The one in the living room was even bigger.

I fell asleep in his arms, the quiet hum of the television accompanying our dreams.

***

I woke in the middle of the night, the room dark except for the city lights peeking through the shades. My eyes had shot wide open, but aside from that, I hadn't moved.

I laid there in silence for a while, trying hard to fall asleep. Visions of Jack crept into my head, his hands on my body, the face he made when he came. It was super dirty stuff, as if I had stayed up late to watch porn or something.

A scorching wetness formed between my thighs, my clit aching for attention amidst my triple-X mind. Oh God, I quickly realized I wasn't going to get back to sleep until I dealt with this. All of the good feelings surrounding Jack were transforming into vicious, burning lust that only served to make me desperate for him.

I had never felt so sexually overwhelmed and helpless in my life.

"Effie? Are you awake?"

Thank God. "Yes," I murmured quietly.

"I could hear you breathing. Are you all right?"

"I need you." It's all I had. And when I felt his erection pressing against my ass, I knew it had been enough.

Jack tore open a condom and rolled it on in the dark, the sound like music to my ears. He helped me wriggle out of my robe and then slid into spoon position behind me. His hand crept along my thigh until he was gently tickling my very needy clit.

"Oh God, Jack." I was whispering despite the fact that no one else was there. His fingers kept fluttering against me so perfectly, my body giving into his touch. I was pressed so hard against his erection, so intrigued by the tiny pumping motion from his hips.

"I need to be inside you, Effie," he said, his breath tickling against my earlobe. With a slight hint of aggression, he spread my legs apart and upward and pushed himself into me at once, using his fingers as a guide. He parted me, his cock immediately soaking up the moisture inside of me. "You're so perfectly tight." It sounded like it was a complaint as much as it was a compliment, as if that fact would prove to be too much for him.

His hand firmly squeezing my breast, he started to rock his hips back and forth, my back arching to urge him even deeper. Every time he tweaked my nipple, I shivered. All of the nerves in my body were firing together, victims of Jack's masterful efforts.

I moaned as he fucked me, my groans increasing in volume and ignoring the former quiet efforts of polite Effie. Every thrust went all the way to the hilt, his arms holding me tightly and forcing his length into the deepest parts of me.

Something told me that he was starting to lose it, a thought that absolutely killed me. And when his hand moved from my breast to my clit again, I knew I was about to lose it too. Hell, this felt so good it almost hurt.

I lost control and came, my pussy fluttering around him until he matched my own sensations. He was right there with me, twitching and groaning, clenching and crying out. Our bodies contorted together as we found that mutual climax, not wanting any of that beautiful pleasure to escape from between us. It stayed there for a short while longer and then disappeared much slower than it had arrived, an unusual conclusion.

"That was perfect," he whispered. "I really needed it."

"I know. Me too." I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I wanted to feel him come inside of me, feel his release with nothing between us. I wasn't ready for it yet, but I had never done it with anyone else, despite the fact that I was on birth control. It was one of those trust things, I supposed. He had opened up for me, so it seemed like the next logical step. For another day, I thought.

He pulled out and I immediately turned and met his lips with a long, passionate kiss, one that followed me back into a very peaceful sleep.

Chapter 8

I awoke the following morning to a slumbering Jack, his tousled brown hair spilling everywhere over the pillow. He was sleeping like a baby. As quietly as possible, I escaped the bed and lightly closed the bedroom