Chapter 11 #2
Being inside her is better than any sensation I've ever had. Feelings I didn't know I had are flooding me, and I can't hold back.
I fuck into her. Her screams hit my ears, her nails scoring my back. Her breasts rock under the thin white fabric as I take all of her.
"Spread your legs wide, baby. Open for me." I grunt as she obeys, and I take the last inches of her. I'm fully inside her, the moment is here, and I can barely breathe.
"Oh, God, it hurts." She melts under me, throat bared, eyes wide and unfocused, and I bring my mouth down, sweeping my tongue inside, trying to kiss the pain away, to bring her back to me.
But that's not what she wants. Instead, she arches into me, her hips riding back into my motion until we're one person. We are more than perfect together. We are a set never to be undone.
My own orgasm is building, but I kiss her harder, willing my balls to hold. There are no words for how this feels. To be inside the woman you love. The woman you've waited for your entire life.
Her body is slick, and I move us together. Grinding my hips in and out until her moans turn to fast pants in our kiss. I pull back, biting down on her neck, kissing her hard as her body tightens around me.
"Cum, God, please baby, cum for me," I seethe into her ear, and her body shudders.
She flails her arms, and I move faster, pulling the orgasm out of her as she shakes under me. Her inner walls pulse and grip as it takes off. She cums hard, and I'm finished. Making her cum is the pinnacle of my life. Nothing else comes close, and I follow her into it.
I fill her tiny body with me. Pressing straight into her womb, I let myself go. I'm giving her more than my cum. I'm planting my soul straight into hers. I'm not me anymore. I'm just a man so in love with his woman that whoever I was before is gone.
I let out a bellow into our kiss. My orgasm is near agony, it's so strong. So hard. I almost weep from the beauty. Nothing I ever did to myself comes close to this.
All the years.
All the wanting, all the waiting for her, floods over me, and I shudder through another orgasm.
I tuck my head into the crook of her neck and let the ownership wash over me. This is magic. I'll fill her pussy with my cum for the rest of her life.
"Thank you." The words are out before I can stop them.
"Thank me?" Her breathless answer warms my shoulder.
"For waiting." My voice cracks. "For waiting for me."
That's all I get out before my throat tightens. I don't remember the last time I cried. But this is birth and death, and the most beautiful song ever written, all at once, and my pride and ego are out the window.
I tighten my hold on her and drift into a euphoria I'll never fully recover from. We lie like that until the room darkens. The sheets are soaked beneath where we're joined, and I tell her a thousand times that I love her.
"Ready, babe?" I hesitate, then tap on the bedroom door before opening it and stopping dead in my tracks. Wow. To see her now in the red dress I sent her, looking like some kind of dream, some kind of fantasy.
She looks up and bites her lip. "Do I look okay?"
For a second, the question doesn't make sense, then it does, and it breaks my heart. She's wearing her leg braces so she won't need her crutches, and she's worried how they look. It amazes me she doesn't know how stunning she is, braces or no. Someone should have told her every day of her life.
"You do not look okay, Leah, you never look okay," I grunt, walking toward her, shifting the hard-on that just leapt to the top of my waist. She blinks, looking in the mirror and running her hands down the front of the dress.
"You look amazing. Like you belong in a museum, where everyone can stand and admire you, and stuffy old men in silk shirts tell the world you're the perfect picture of human beauty.
I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life. "
"Really?" Her eyes glint as I pull her into my chest and kiss the top of her head.
"Really. How could you ever doubt it?"
I cover her up in her long trench coat before we head out, keeping the dress to ourselves. I've reluctantly agreed to keep us on the down low until May and Decker are done with their honeymoon, which means she's moving back to the mansion this week, temporary or not.
I might not like it, but I'll respect it.
"Thank you, Wilson," she says as he opens the door for her.
I grunt at his name. I agreed to let him drive us tonight because Leah worried he felt sidelined, so I'm doing it for her. If she wants us back in the family home once we go public, Wilson may as well start getting used to me.
This dinner is me trying to start us over and do it right, because we never got a normal beginning, just a dungeon, then a wedding, then five days apart the second we were finally getting somewhere. I want one night where we get to know each other like any other couple.
When we get there, I lead her inside to a private table. I know the manager, so I called ahead to request dozens of white roses in low vases, champagne at the ready. I want everything to be perfect for her because she is perfect and nothing less will do.
She laughs when she sees it and covers her face with the back of her hand. "Allister, it's too much."
"Nothing is too much, precious. Nothing is even enough. You deserve more than money can buy." I look over, and there are tears in her eyes. "Leah, what's up?"
"Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before."
"Be ready then, because from now on I'm doing it, one way or another, for the rest of our lives."
We eat and talk and smile, and it's everything.
"Now, that was better than a box of Pop-Tarts." She pushes her empty plate away, and I'm so happy to see her eat. Making sure she's healthy and cared for satisfies me in a way I never imagined.
"I'll be right back." I squeeze her hand across the table. She's ready to go, and I'm too anxious to wait for the check, so I go hunt down our server to pay.
This place is filling up fast. The Friday night crowd is filling the bar, and the room is turning from a quiet, intimate place into something else. Time to go before it kills the mood. Too many fucks have been eyeing her across the room, and my blood pressure's climbing.
The server's slow with my card, and it sets my teeth on edge knowing she's back there alone. I should have just left. I could have called the manager and settled up later. He would have understood.
When I finally get away and turn back to the table, some dude is leaning over, touching her hair, and I nearly lose my dinner. Leah's uncomfortable smile makes me ready to kill.
As I come up behind her, he's talking, voice low and slurred. I can smell the alcohol before I reach them. "…fucking hot. I mean, fuckable. It's a compliment, honey. We should Kik sometime, you know? Or Skype? I'd die to see your tits…"
My blood is boiling, and before I know it, I've got him spun around by the shoulder, panic flashing across his face as I lean in, forcing him back. The thought that I might kill him right here crosses my mind, and I pull my arm back, balling a fist that'll knock him into orbit.
"Allister!"
Leah's voice cuts across every instinct to kill the fucker, the urge to see his blood, and I hesitate, glancing her way. The look on her face pulls me up, the horror, the fear. I don't ever want to see her like that.
"Allister, no, please." She's holding her phone. Why didn't I notice that before? "It's May, there's something wrong…"
"Come on, Leah, this way." I have her by the elbow as I pull her down the hospital corridor. A nurse pointed us the right way, and I want to move faster. If I didn't think she'd freak out, I'd pick her up and carry her. "Come on, baby."
All thoughts of that drunk idiot are gone. He's a lucky bastard. Lucky Leah took pity on him, because I wouldn't have.
The hospital is a rabbit warren, but we're almost there. Deck hasn't called me, and in my head, no news is bad news.
When we turn the corner, he's sitting outside the room, head down, cradling a cheap cup of coffee, and my heart stops.
"Deck?"
He looks up, and all that's on his face is confusion. I'm sure he's aged ten years since the last time I saw him. He looks back and forth between me and Leah, and then she's struggling beside me, because I still have my arm around her.
When I let go, she hobbles forward into the private room.
"Deck, what the fuck's going on, man?"
Nothing comes from the room, and I can't tell if that's good or bad.
Decker stares at me through bleary eyes. "You and Leah?"
"What?" At first, I think he's gone mad, then it dawns on me. "Oh, no, you have the wrong idea. We just arrived at the same time, that's all. I found her in the lobby…"
"Uh huh. Sure."
He shakes his head.
The door swings back, and there's Leah, and I'm confused, because she has tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. "May says you two should come inside."
I look back to Deck, and he shrugs.
"Turns out it's nothing, just a urinary infection. But damn, man, I was so fucking scared."
The relief floods me so hard my vision spins, and I run a hand over my head and breathe out. "Jesus Christ, I thought it was something serious, especially when you never called."
"I'm glad you came. We just found out everything's okay, but if it hadn't been, I'd have wanted you here, man."
We both stand and head into the room, Decker dropping his empty cup in the trash can by the door. He goes straight to May, and I can't blame him. I want to grab Leah and pull her in too, but since we're not telling anyone about us, that's a bad idea.
"Hey, did you two arrive together?" May's eyes narrow as she looks between me and Leah. I open my mouth to speak, but Leah's already there.
"Allister was heading to the house to speak to Decker, then when he heard me panicking, he offered to give me a ride."
When Decker looks over, a smile pulls at the corners of his lips. "Really, what did you want to speak to me about?"
I can't even meet his eyes. He had his suspicions before, but now he knows he's caught me in a lie. Sooner or later, we'll have to tell them, and I'd rather it was sooner, but Leah's keen to keep it to ourselves.
"Oh, it'll wait, man. You concentrate on all this."