We're One: Two wrongs always make a right

Chapter Twenty-Six

Sia

I toss and turn all night, my mind racing with everything Zach’s ever said to me. I think about our time nine years ago. I fell in love with him then, but I think it was because he was my first and only, and because of the excitement of it all. We shared things with each other, but not enough. And then he was gone.

But it’s been different since we’ve met up again. He’s been open, and he’s let me know again and again how much he wants me. We’ve both changed a lot since then. He’s told me how serious he is since our time in Seaville. I’ve been the one putting a wall between us. I’ve been the one too afraid to move forward. Why? I love him, more now than ever before. We’re having a baby together, but this only makes me love him more.

All he’s shown me since being together is how much he wants us to last. He’s offered forever, and I didn’t believe him. I can either be all in or all out... and I’m tired of running. I want him, and can’t imagine ever feeling something like this for another man. So to keep denying him is also hurting me. I’m done with it.

With my mind made up, I climb from bed and quickly get dressed. I say goodbye to Nikki who beams at me, then rush from our apartment. Now that my mind’s made up, I don’t want to wait another single minute. I don’t want to give myself time to have doubts.

I drive to his house which feels like an eternity, but finally arrive nearly an hour later and ring the doorbell, my heart pounding, my skin flushed and hot. Zach opens the door, and the joy on his face is my final answer. This is what he wants. This is what I want. It can’t be wrong.

He doesn’t say a word, just pulls me into his arms and hugs me, and I finally feel like I’m home. This is exactly where I belong. It doesn’t mean there won’t be bumps in the road, it just means that we’re going to take the journey together with no fear, no regrets, and no thoughts of running away.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says as he pulls me inside and shuts the door. He pulls back and I see love and hope mingling in his eyes.

My eyes fill with tears before I lean in and kiss him deeply, pouring all of my love into the gesture. He kisses me back for long moments before finally letting me go, pulling back to look in my eyes again. He needs answers. I understand.

“I’m choosing love over fear,” I tell him, my voice choking. The joy radiating from him fills me with gratitude. Why have I been so foolish? We could’ve felt this unfettered love for so much longer if I would’ve chosen to tear down my walls sooner. I won’t kick myself over this, though. That’s the past. We’re moving forward one step at a time now.

“I’m so glad, Sia, so very glad. You’re all I want,” he tells me, sincerity ringing out from him. His voice is thick with emotion to match my own. How have I been so foolish as to try to push him away from me?

“I’ve been so scared because I feel so much for you and feared having my heart broken. I finally realize that it’s so much more broken without you. If you want me, I need to be with you, because I won’t ever be able to feel about anyone else how I feel about you.” For some reason I’m still a little afraid to tell him I love him. I don’t know why. It’s the last hurdle I need to break. I will do it. I can do it. With the way he’s looking at me, I feel comforted, feel protected.

“We were only apart for a few days but I’ve missed you. I’ve felt like a piece of myself was missing. We’re meant to be together, and not only for the baby. That’s a blessed bonus in our lives. It’s you I want, you, and you alone. The rest is all a bonus,” he says. “Let’s be a real family.”

“Yes, Zach, I want this too.” I’m desperate for his touch, desperate to show him how much I love him. Words can only go so far, but actions reveal who we truly are.

He leans down and kisses me again, and I’m consumed by him. I give back just as much as he’s giving me. He breaks away only long enough to pick me up, then carries me snuggled against his chest through the huge house. He steps into his bedroom and gently stands me on the floor. I kiss him again before I step back.

I feel good today, really good. The baby is staying calm, and love is bursting from every pore of my body. I want to show him my love. Maybe, just maybe, then I’ll be able to say the words that are so desperately trying to escape me.

Zach reaches for me, but I shake my head as I give him a teasing smile. I push him to the corner chair. He falls into it as I take a few steps back and reach for the hem of my shirt. I’m confident as his eyes blaze to life, watching my slow movements.

Tossing my shirt aside, I reach for the front clasp of my bra, slowly revealing my breasts to him. He holds onto the arms of the chairs, his fingers white. I smile, knowing it takes all of his strength to sit where he is while I tease him. I love him even more for allowing me this.

I pull off my bra and lean my head back as I hold my breasts, rubbing across my nipples and groaning as I look at him. His eyes burn with desire. He rises but I shake my head. He’s shaking as he obediently stays in his seat. I love turning him on, love having this control.

I walk to him. “Keep your hands planted on the chair,” I command. Now, that I’m where I want to be, I’m all in. I want to surprise him for the rest of our lives, want to be everything he needs me to be, just like I know he’ll be everything I need him to be.

I drop to my knees, my breasts swaying as I take hold of Zach’s zipper and slowly bring it down. I reach inside and pull out his thick, rigid dick, my mouth watering at the sight.

“Beautiful, Zach, absolute perfection. Thick, hard, and mine,” I whisper. I lean forward and take him into my mouth. I love his taste, love how he feels in my hands and mouth. I could dine on him and nothing else.

He groans as I suck him deep. Then he reaches for me and I pull back, give him a wicked smile, then get back to my feet. He growls at me, making me chuckle.

“You only have moments left in this game,” he warns.

Wetness burns me as I ache to feel his hands on me. I’m making him lose control, and nothing has ever felt better. I take a few steps back and shimmy out of my pants, taking my panties with them. I kick them off and stand before him naked . . . raw . . . open, letting him know I’m all in. My hands run over my breasts again, my nipples aching at the featherlight touch.

Zach’s eyes go feral; he’s no longer willing to be obedient. He rises from the chair, a predator about to claim his mate. I’m in his arms before I can so much as move an inch, then he takes me to the bed and lays me out before him. He leans down and kisses me, rough and hot, until I’m moaning.

Moving down my body, his hands glide over my skin, the curve of my breasts, the peaks of my nipples, and the inside of my thighs. He’s the teaser now, not touching me where I want his touch most. I groan as my body shakes before him.

He begins kissing and licking my chest, as his fingers play my body like an instrument. He takes a nipple in his mouth and scrapes his teeth over it, sending wet heat to my core, opening my thighs.

He trails down my trembling stomach, and I whimper as I hold my breath. I was trying to be the seductress, but I have nothing on Zach. He finally kisses the top of my pelvis and I raise my hips, showing him what I want and need. He breathes on me, his hot breath a sweet caress.

He scoots over and kisses my thighs, and I let out a groan of disapproval. He knows where I want his mouth and he’s giving me payback for my striptease. I’m desperate as I thrash on the bed beneath his powerful touch.

Finally, his lips are on my clit, and he sucks while his tongue circles it again and again, making me cry out as I reach down and grab him, holding him in place as my hips rise and pressure builds. He sucks, licks, and nips until an orgasm washes through me, leaving me absolute putty in his hands. He continues licking until the very last quiver washes through me, and then he kisses his way back up my body. He holds me for several moments until I get my breathing under control, then his sweet lips are on mine again.

Lying on his side next to me, our tongues tangle in the most primitive way. I reach down, letting my nails trail across his hard chest and abs, and finally grip him in my fist and pump, his sweet pleasure offering lubricant. His body shakes, alive with pure, raw, unadulterated desire.

He caresses me as I pump him, our kisses growing more desperate the longer we tease each other. He reaches down and runs his finger across my folds before slipping two inside, and I gasp against his lips. He slowly pumps in and out, in and out, my pulse beating out of control. I kiss him harder, holding the back of his neck with one hand and his dick in the other.

He breaks away from my mouth to devour my nipple again, both of us wanting to be one, but also not wanting this moment to ever end. I can’t wait any longer, though. It’s only been days, but I need for us to be one, need the connection to show how much I love him, body and soul. I tug on his head and he looks into my eyes and climbs over me.

Our gazes lock together as he lowers himself between my spread thighs, and he slowly enters me, inch by inch until we’re pressed tightly together, our bodies and souls now one. I let out a long sigh.

“I love you,” I whisper.

His lips turn up as he slowly begins to pump in and out of my hot body. He leans down and kisses me, slow and sweet, his pumping steady, as if he has all night to love me the way I want to be loved.

“I love you,” he huskily whispers. My heart soars. This moment, here and now is what I’ve needed for almost a decade. I pull his face to me and kiss him, harder this time, my body on fire, yet my heart at ease.

“Harder,” I demand after a moment. We’ve taken our time, loved each other thoroughly. Now, I need to explode. “More.” I demand in my hunger.

He gives me what I want and increases his speed, holding my hips in place as he plunges in and out of me, both of us lost, our mouths tangling, our bodies on fire, and I shake below him as an orgasm rips through me. He quickly follows, then slows his pumping until we’re both spent.

He quickly shifts to his back, pulling me with him, keeping us one. I lie sprawled on top of him, never wanting to move again. This is where I want to be, connected to the man I love.

“I love you, Sia, I love you more than I knew was possible.”

I can’t lift my head from his shoulder. I smile against the side of his neck. “I love you, Zach,” I softly say. We lie entwined, his arms around me, my hand caressing his shoulder. I’m so glad I’ve lost my fear, so glad to be right here with him, so glad we’ll be together forever.