60. Emily
I swipe my forefinger along my bottom lip and suck the cum that collects. Falling onto my back, I spread my legs as far as they’ll go. Liam kneels and his eyes fall to my pussy, and I burn from their heat.
“You have such a pretty pussy, Emily.” He groans.
His fingers leisurely coast up my leg until he reaches the apex of my thighs. His touch is so close to where I need it that I whimper when he moves away.
Before I get a chance to open my mouth to complain, his tongue is swiping through my folds. My back arches off the floor and I moan loudly.
Liam’s arms wrap around my waist, forcing me to stay still as he feasts on my pussy. His tongue laps at my clit sending pleasure rippling up my spine. He sucks on my lips and nips at my thighs.
My body is already in sensory overload so when he pushes two fingers into my core, my orgasm erupts through me like a volcano, and I scream his name.
I lie limply on the floor when I finally climb down from my high.
Liam trails kisses up my body before reaching my face. His eyes are filled with so much love and happiness that I can’t help the smile that spreads over my face.
“I love you.” I pant.
He gently kisses my nose. “I love you.”
Lifting off me, Liam scoops me into his arms and heads down the hall. Stepping into the ensuite, he sets me on the counter then moves to fill the bathtub.
I climb down and Liam quirks his brow. “I need to pee,” I explain, and he nods before pulling a bottle of essential oil from the cabinet. He adds a few drops then climbs in.
Once I finish, I step into the tub and settle against his chest.
He cleans us both and then we lie there until the water turns cold.
I’m so relaxed that I am weightless when Liam lifts me from the bath and dries me off. He carries me to the room and places me under the blankets.
“Are you okay if I turn off the lights?” he asks. With a small smile, I nod.
For the first time, I don’t tense when the room is engulfed in darkness. Liam’s body slide in next to mine and he pulls me into his warmth.
Setting my head against his chest, I’m lulled to sleep by the steady beat of his heart.
The following morning, I am digging through one of the boxes that was left in the closet. It is packed with an array of different things that seem not to have a proper place.
I have several piles from what will be tossed out to what will be donated when I spot my old journal at the bottom.
I pause and stare at the leather binding.
Hesitantly, I pull the journal from the box and set it on my lap. Inside this journal are the writings of young Emily who was not yet marred by the evils of the world. Who was naively in love and happy beyond recognition.
My fingers tremble when I open the cover. Tears gather in my eyes and spill onto the pages as I read what I’ve written.
A guttural sob burst through me when I read the final entry.