'So many demons I can't escape,

Burning my bridges to light the way.'

"What are you doing here?" I ask groggily.

"You wouldn't answer my texts," he says before shutting my door and sitting beside me in my bed.

I press my phone to see the time, and his message pops up. "So you aren't my knight then?"

"You don't need one," he says before reaching to touch my hair; but I pull away.

His eyes attempt to hold mine, "Bella you saw the state I was in the other week. You think I'm not fucked up? You think your past can drive me away from you? If you knew my past you would run for the hills..."

I lift my eyes to his, looking straight into all the sadness and pain; and I feel a connection.

"Let's be fucked up together, and you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, I will wait. But please, don't punish yourself by denying whatever this is between us..."

"Whatever this is between us?" I whisper.

He reaches for my hair, and this time I don't stop his soft touch. "I know you can feel it too," he whispers back.

Slowly I lean in, inching my lips closer to his and he waits patiently; proving to me that he will keep his word. As soon as my lips are against his, he lets out a content hum.

I kiss him slowly, sliding my tongue against his as his hand tightens in my hair. Suddenly nothing else matters. Not his past or mine, not Chantelle or the hour, time was now oblivion. A place where forever could dance in your soul, the only thing I could take in was my heartbeat and his, both beating to the same pace.

The tempo begins to pick up, time rushing straight back in, screaming at us to move faster. Our lips moving quickly, our breaths becoming harder. He moves his body between my legs, I only have panties on and a baggy top, so I can feel him, and God did I want more.

"Tyson," I moan as he rocks his hips into me.

"Are we still taking things slow?" He whispers against my mouth.

NO! I want to scream, but I knew that we should, the way I feel about him is unexplainable, and to give it all up now would mean more of a chance of being crushed.

I move his hand slowly down my body and in between my legs... "I mean, not 1800s slow..."

He smiles into my mouth before slipping his fingers past my underwear. He groans, "Bella you are so ready for me," he says against my ear as his fingers rub at my entrance, teasing me.

I start to move my hips against his hand, begging him to go further. He slides one finger inside and I grip his hair, slowly he moves it around and in and out before adding a second finger. I moan loudly, and he pulls his head back to watch me. "I'm going to watch you cum on my fingers Bella," the pace picking up to bring me close to the edge.

Holy shit, how is he this good with his fingers?

"Tyson," I moan as my body spasms in ecstasy. His eyes are on mine even when I close them, as the orgasm ends, he softly kisses my lips before moving his fingers out of me.

"Holy shit," I puff.

Tyson lets out a little chuckle, "good huh?" He asks cockily.

"Amazing!" I didn't care about boosting his ego right now, home boy deserved it after that one. I sit up as he lays beside me, "I want to watch you cum now."

His boner is pushing hard against his jeans, so I unbutton them; freeing his cock. I watch it for a moment, I wasn't some penis expert but this one took my breath away. It wasn't just the size, which is completely punching well above average, but it's the shape. Every angle is perfect, and I never thought a penis could actually look that good; but this one does.

"Although the way you are looking at it, is nearly enough to set me off; I recommend using your hand for extra help," he is smiling at me.

I shake my head like an idiot, "sorry;" I say a little embarrassed.

He places his hand on my cheek again, "never say sorry, I was just teasing; the way you were watching me was kind of making me nervous."

"I'm a little nervous too," I admit. It was crazy, it's not like this is my first hand job but with Tyson it almost felt like it.

Softly, he grabs my hand; a surge of flutters start at my fingertips and quickly spread. Then he gently places my hand around his cock, helping me to move up and down him. He sucks in a deep breath the moment I touch him, and after a couple pumps, he takes his hand away.

"That feels really good," he whispers; encouraging me to go faster.

With every bite of his lip, and flutter of his eyes; I lose myself a bit. Everything about watching Tyson is enough to make me want to end this stupid slow idea and jump on top of him. His soft moans have me squirming beside him, and as he gets close, he lifts his shirt up. Then he lets out a loud breath before spilling himself onto his stomach.

His breathing takes a little bit to go back to normal, but once it does, I quickly go get some tissues to clean him up. "Thank you," he whispers as I wipe his cum away.

I softly kiss his lips before lying next to him, his eyes are growing heavy; making him look completely adorable.

"He forced me to get an abortion," I say quietly.

Tyson's hand entwines with mine, his thumb gently stroking my skin. "Who did?"

"My ex, we were high school sweethearts and even though I got pregnant out of school, he still flipped out. Said all this stuff about it ruining us at this age."

He squeezes my hand. "What a cunt," I can hear the anger hidden in his tired voice.

"It did ruin us though, eventually I couldn't even look at him let alone touch him. He cheated on me for a long time before I finally left. I tried so hard to hold on to the person I thought he was, but after I agreed to take her away from us," I pause trying to compose myself. "I could never forgive him or myself."

"You knew it was a girl?"

"No. It was way too early to know the gender, but I just knew," my voice cracks and Tyson pulls me tight against his chest.

"Thank you for sharing that with me," he whispers against my head. "Thank you for everything."