UNPROVEN Chapter Eleven "The Death of Innocence Births a New Era"

If you're loved by someone, you're never rejected, decide what to be and GO BE IT
-The Avett brothers

Recommend Reading Introduction to Unproven

DEFINITELY READ Prologue

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

He kissed her ear as he thrust into her and breathed, “Can I come inside you?”

She nodded again and he smiled against her ear, “You’re awesome,” he said before pushing up on his hands and driving into her. By the fifth thrust he was pounding so hard the bed banged against the wall and the sound along with her permission snapped his control. “Oh God, fuck, ahh god that’s so fucking good!” he yelled as he shot his load deep inside. He dropped on top of her pulling her to his chest and groaning as the last of it pumped out.

When he was finished he rolled to the side and stared into nothing as his breathing slowed. He felt absolutely in-fucking-credible, his body energized in a way he hadn’t felt since he was ten. He hadn’t realized what releasing inside would do for him, all his orgasms from the time he’d started beating off until this moment were cheap and enormously unsatisfying in comparison. Even the nights he spent screwing the escorts repeatedly couldn’t compare, because although their bodies provided the relief his hand couldn’t they did not provide this absolute mind-clearing adrenaline rush since emptying inside them had never been an option. Not because they wouldn’t have accepted it, enough money could buy anything.

No, he had chosen not to do it. He could not take the chance of a pregnancy, no matter how slim. His seasonal girls and the professionals, he trusted none of them. Though mostly he believed they would abort a pregnancy since it wasn’t conducive to the professions of the escorts or the lives of his teenage girlfriends, females were funny creatures. You couldn’t be certain and even the tiniest possibility was too big.

But this one, she was different. She told him she was on birth control and he didn’t doubt her for a moment. He turned his head and looked over at the source of his bliss and found her watching him with an uncertain expression. She offered a tentative smile and his lip curved in return as his mind switched gears from reveling in the feel of his body to trying to decide how he wanted to play this. In his carefully controlled life there was no such thing as going with the flow. He could only indulge in the moment briefly. His was a world of strategy and calculated moves designed to place him in the best position possible, and right now the best position was where he’d been a few seconds ago, pulsing inside of her.

With that in mind he reached his arm out and trailed his fingers down her arm. “Come here,” he whispered.

Ary’s smile widened as she shimmied closer and snuggled into him. He draped his arm around her and stroked her side with his thumb, and oddly this small gesture felt more intimate than anything they’d done so far. And what they’d done so far? She was still processing. She’d had an orgasm. Until it happened she’d only had a vague idea of what it meant, and the way he’d given it to her had never entered her fantasies. She’d heard of it but it had been such an alien idea it had never made it to the world of her imagination. She was suddenly struck by how naïve she was about all this, which caused her to realize just how experienced he was.

The entire act from start to finish practically shouted his knowledge of all things carnal. It was her first time and she’d enjoyed it. If there was one thing she’d been given to understand it was that first times were mostly awful. Even if you loved the person, the pain and discomfort was supposed to render the loss of your virginity, if not a bad experience, than certainly not a good one. Yet other than a few minutes of pressure and pain she’d loved everything about what they’d done. And even in that pain, God the way he’d held her so tightly as if to shield her from it had overshadowed everything else. She felt the burning sensation behind her eyelids again and stifled it quickly. She was NOT going to cry.

“It’s okay if you do, I was wrong to tell you not to,”
Grayson spoke up startling her.

“What?” She peered up at him.

His lip curved. “I’ve never been with a virgin so I didn’t understand what it meant. But I do now. It’s a big thing, handing over your innocence.” He kissed her forehead, “So go ahead and cry if you need to, I’m not gonna hold it against you.” A lie. Well not the last part, but he had been with virgins, just not since the ninth grade before he'd placed any particular significance on the status.

She ducked her head, tucking it against his side as the tears broke free and streamed down her face. It wasn’t really about what had happened, not even entirely about how sweet Grayson was being, although that definitely factored. It was about letting go of childhood, that’s what the “loss of innocence” meant, saying good-bye to an entire era of life. She had wondered whether sex would make her feel differently and now knew the answer was yes. Any time you opened a door that had previously been locked your life was bound to change.

The sound of steady, rhythmic breathing caused her to look up. He’d fallen asleep. She felt a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth and she gave in to it, letting it widen into a full on grin. Grayson Teller was sleeping next to her and she was lying in his arms. Naked. That last thought caused a flush of warmth and she became aware of the soreness between her legs, evidence and repercussion of what she’d done. She didn’t mind, couldn’t, it had been with Grayson. Holy Mary.

She tried to caution herself not to get her hopes up. Even though he’d stayed it didn’t mean he would want something further, this could still be the one-night stand her friends were convinced it would be. And what if that were the case? She’d be sad, she’d wish it were different, but she wouldn’t regret it. No matter what his feelings were for her, she was in love with him and that’s what mattered- for her this had been an act of love.

She reached her hand up and stroked his chest lightly, admiring the well-defined muscles. God he was beautiful. Brooke’s words sniped in her mind; You will never be in his league. She winced feeling the truth of them. He had the looks of a fallen angel, the body of a god and he was also extremely intelligent, confident, and wealthy. He was the type who sat on top of the world rather than in it. Who was she? Cute and nice summed her up well enough. Well maybe pretty, at least tonight she had been.
Ugh, her inner consciousness piped up, are you really going to let that witch get to you? No matter what she says you’re still better for him than she would ever be. The thought buoyed her spirits. The girl might be physically beautiful, but if someone performed a Shallow Hal on her butt her true colors would be an ugly old crone.

She rested her hand on the six-pack of his abdomen and closed her eyes. Whatever tomorrow would bring, it would bring. Tonight she would revel in the feel of his warm body lying next to her, a memory that could not be taken away.

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