A Heart for Rebel by Mia Natal

moan escaped my lips, as a
trickle of wetness cascaded down my thigh.
    Wyatt groaned, “Fuck,
Rebel, you are so fucking wet.”
    I felt moisture
pooling between my legs as my pussy pulsated, pleading for release. I don’t
know how much longer I can endure this titillating torture. A minute? An hour? I
don’t rightfully know, all I know is that my body cannot withstand much longer
before he pushed me over the edge. I clenched my inner walls and my body convulsed
violently, screaming out in pleasure. He pinned me with his hips and shuddered above
me as I felt him ejaculate inside me and groaned out, “Rebel.”
    I lose all
awareness. The only thing that exists is him…him and the maelstrom of pleasure
and emotion raging through my tattered body. It feels like a life time has
passed before I float back to reality. He leaned down and gently kissed my
cheek. I smile since I’m unable to form a coherent thought. He moved us so that
I am lying on my side and he stroked my back, my buttocks, and legs until I am
finally able to focus.
    “God, I think I’m
in love with you,” I blurted out in the heat of the moment.
    He fastens his eyes
on me and says, “I think I’m already in love with you. I know this seems soon,
but some things can’t be measured by time. I want to talk to you forever. I
want to stay with you forever. I’ve never felt this way before, and I know I
don’t ever want to let you go.”
    I can’t say how
long we lay that way, but eventually we drifted into a blissful sleep. My front
was tucked into him with my head under his chin and my legs tangled with his. I
woke up to the sound of Wyatt muttering, “Fuck.” I opened my eyes and lean back
to look at him, “What’s wrong?”
    “Shit, Rebel, I’m
so sorry,” he whispered. I started to panic at the distraught look on his face.
    “Oh my god, what’s
wrong? Was it something I did? Do you regret having sex with me?” I cried.
    “Rebel, shit, I’m
not sorry about having the most incredible sex with you. I’m sorry because I
didn’t wear a condom,” he said. My heart rate picked up and my fight or flight
instinct kicked in. I have never, ever…ever had unprotected sex. I inhale,
exhale trying to calm my beating heart and racing thoughts. I’m covered. I’m on
the pill, but now I’m thinking Wyatt didn’t really mean what he said to me
earlier, that he was falling in love with me. How could I be so stupid to
believe those beautiful heartfelt words he said in the heat of the moment? Was
I just a conquest?
    “Breathe, pretty
girl. I can see your mind racing twisting everything around,” he said.
    “I’m on the pill,”
I blurted out.
    “I know. I remember
you telling me that the first night. I just didn’t want you thinking I’m not
clean, because I am,” he calmly said.
    “Yeah, whatever,” I
said, trying my best not to give my thoughts away.
    “Hey…hey, look at
me,” he whispered. I look up into his eyes and I know he can see the tears
pooling in them.
    “I meant what I
said earlier, Rebel. I thought I was in love with you, but now I know I am in
love with you. I’ll always love you, no matter what happens between us,” he
softly said.
    I instantly felt my
body relax. I looked at him and whispered, “I’m sorry I panicked. I love you
too, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you, completely
happy.”

 
     

     
    A FTER REBEL'S MINI freak-out, she got up from the bed
and made her way towards the bathroom. I couldn't help myself. I had to stare
at that luscious ass of hers sway as she walked. Right before entering the
bathroom she looked over her shoulder and winked at me. Okay, so I got busted
ogling my beautiful girl's ass and those winks she gives me fucking do it for
me. Any typical man would be cowering in fear and running away for admitting
they fell in love, but I'm not that typical kind of man. I'm not one to run
from fear. I always meet my fears head on and tackle them. Surprisingly, I'm
not