The Witty Runaway
Chapter 7
Around 3:30 in the morning, Rusty
woke me up.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, "Are you okay?"
She looked like something was tearing her apart.
"Rusty," I said tucking a piece of hair behind her ear,
"You don't look like you've gotten any sleep yet.
What's wrong?"
Her eyes glazed over with tears, "Are you sure what happened
earlier was what you wanted?"
I sat up and kissed her gently, wiping a tear from her cheek.
"Rusty, I told you, I wanted that. I always wanted that, but
I was just waiting for the right time."
"Lana, I'm just so worried you did it just because I
wanted, not because you wanted."
She bit her bottom lip, "I don't want things to be over
between us."
I laughed sheepishly, "You think I would leave you over
something that made me feel so alive? Something that made me
realize I've never been more in love with anyone,
ever?"
She sighed, "You really feel like that?"
"I told you Rusty, I'm so in love with you and
that's not gonna change."
She wrapped her hand around my bare rib cage, and pulled my bare
chest against her's.
I leaned over and sucked on her neck, leaving many bite
marks.
She let out small moans, tangling her hands in my hair.
"Believe me yet?" I gasped, letting my tongue roll
across her hip bones.
She rolled on top of me taking control, "I think
so."
She began kising my inner thighs, and letting her hands grasp my
hips firmly holding me still.
The night was full of love making into the late morning
hours.
Followed my a lot of cuddling.