Chapter 11 Heather
Patches of my memory are still forming as I see the tears cascade over Ricky’s beautiful face, and the more they gradually come back to me, the more my feelings and emotions for Ricky only enhance further.
The ache in my chest feels as though I’m having a heart attack, my body tremoring at the thought of what he’s been going through.
Losing me every single day, going through the pain of it all, then waking up the next morning and having to do it all over again.
How did we end up here?
What happened during our time together that pushed us into this wasteland of repetitive days? What route did either of us take to bring us to a moment where I lost my life, and the love of mine had to be painfully and continuously tortured? Was there something we could have done to prevent it?
I rest my hands on his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abdominal muscles as I continue sliding my hands further up his chest. Trembling at the memory of our first time coming back to me in a flash.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, staring into the cobalt depths of his eyes.
Smiling softly, Ricky tucks a few strands of hair behind my ear, not willing to wipe his own tears away, but wearing all his pain for me to see. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Ricky’s movements are slow, almost like he’s nervous to kiss me in case everything disappears, and he wakes up without me all over again. His hand cups the back of my head, pulling me closer, and I willingly go to him.
I’m eager to feel his lips on mine, to taste him once more, and after so long without him… it can’t come quick enough. I lock my arms around his neck, and with his other arm, he wraps it around my waist as though I’m not close enough.
When our lips connect, everything comes back to me like a flash of lightning.
My last moments alive; the pain of his screams when he found me moments from death.
The way the black Pontiac Firebird sped away with all four of them inside, leaving my shattered form in the reeds by the lake.
How I sobbed and screamed his name as loud as I could.
The way I begged for my mother in my last moments. Just for someone, anyone, to save me.
Hot tears stream from my eyes as I try to stifle a more guttural sob from getting lose. I’m terrified of what will happen after this night… swearing to myself that I’ll fight to remember him no matter what.
“I’m here, baby,” he breathes against my lips, kissing me ever so softly.
“Show me how much you’ve missed me, please. I only want to feel you, nothing else. Just you, Ricky.”
Not this pain or anger, just him.
I want him to consume me in ways I’ll never allow another to. For us to slot together so perfectly we become the same person. My soul belonged to him even before I ever knew he existed, and when it saw him, it knew. I knew.
“If this is all the time we have together… then I’ll give you all the broken pieces of the very heart that still resides in my chest. Because without you, Heather, I’m nothing. Because it was always yours.”
Ricky’s hands grip my ass, and I lock my ankles behind his waist, holding onto him tightly as he carefully stands up from the hardwood floor as best as he can, and carries me towards his bed.
Stopping at the edge of the bed, he lowers me to my feet, and we both make quick work of each other’s clothes, tossing them somewhere in the room before falling onto the bed in a heap of jumbled limbs.
I widen my legs so Ricky can position himself between them, both of us now completely naked, his warm skin pressed against mine, and the cold night air sailing through the window now a distant memory.
I pull his head down to mine once more, and our mouths open in unison, kissing one another as though it’s the last chance we’ll ever get.
Both of us fighting for control of it, our tongues intertwining lavishly. Sloppily.
Ricky angles his head to the side to pepper tender kisses across both cheeks and along my jawline, and I angle my head back to give him better access. His lips move slowly along the column of my throat, caressing the skin at the curvature of my neck and shoulder, loving me exactly like I remember.
His touch ignites a deep yearning within my soul as he continues to travel down the centre of my breasts, not missing a single inch of me on his way down.
Devoting every second of his time to me, caressing my body as though I’m the most important thing in his world, and I know I am.
I can feel it, smell it, almost taste it in the air around us.
I can sense his love for me seeping from his pores. A sensation I never wish to be free of.
The first swipe of his tongue over my most sensitive part causes me to release a delicate mewl, my back arching instantly at how incredible it feels.
The roughness of his calloused hands as he squeezes my breasts, his tongue snatching the very air from my lungs as he eats me out thoroughly.
A deep, primal growl flows from his throat, the sound vibrating against my pussy, invoking another soft whimper of my own.
“Ricky, more, please,” I beg him tenderly as I thread my fingers through his hair, gripping it tight.
“Fffuck,” he groans, licking the entire length of my slit greedily, devouring me with every swipe of his talented tongue. “So fucking responsive,” he murmurs, changing his position and sucking my bundle of nerves into his mouth while simultaneously flicking the tip of his tongue over it.
My moans grow louder, my breathing more reckless, desperate. The way he’s devouring me has my toes curling against the bed sheet, and the more he takes his time pleasing me with slow, swirling patterns, the more I pant and gasp.
Ricky consumes every part of me until I’m a sobbing mess of wetness and limp limbs beneath him.
Every inch of her body trembles with hunger as it reaches the cusp of orgasm, my thighs shaking as it continues to build further within my lower stomach, and the moment I meet the cliff’s edge, I leap off it with a pleasure-filled cry and fall into a euphoric state where I feel as though I’m floating.
He crawls up the length of my body, positioning himself between my thighs and caging me below him once more.
Resting his forearms on either side of my head, he looks down at me solemnly.
“I love you, Heather. My entire life nobody has ever come close to you, and they never will. You’re my reason for breathing, and I’ll suffer this day for eternity if it means I get to have you in my arms even just for a few moments.
I can’t be without you… it’s impossible. ”
I smile, feeling the burn of sadness once more behind my eyes.
Not because he told me he loved me, but because I realise then…
I never said it back to him the first time he said it all those months ago.
I was going to tell him the night of the Halloween party; let him know just how much he truly meant to me, but I never got the chance.
I reach between the both of us, wrapping my hand around the base of his thick cock, pumping him nice and slow. Ricky releases a beautiful moan. One that I’d forgotten the sound of until right now.
“Tell me again,” I whisper breathlessly as we each gaze at the scene below.
He drops his forehead to mine. “I love you.” He pauses briefly, his warm breath skating over my face. “Shit, oh… fuck, just like that,” he whimpers sweetly, and I revel in the fact only I can make him feel this good.
“I want to hear it while you feed every inch of this cock to me,” I mewl, poking my tongue out and licking the seam of his lips. “I need it so bad.”
Ricky wastes no time taking over from me, lining the crown of his shaft against my entrance and sheathing himself inside my core in one brutal thrust. All the way to the base.
I cry out at the slight bite of pain, but it doesn’t stay too long before pleasure begins to build in its place.
He braces his upper body on both hands, slowly pulling all the way out of me, leaving nothing but the tip inside before pistoning back into me again.
The action jolting the bedframe against the wall with a heavy thud, his thighs slapping against the back of mine with every aggressive drive forward.
“Fuck! Yes!” I release a lust-filled scream as he plunges into me relentlessly, huffing and grunting above me like a man possessed. I take every ruthless snap of his hips, moving slightly to bridge my lower half on the bed so he can reach even deeper inside me.
Ricky shifts back onto his knees and wraps his arms under the backs of my knees, gripping the top of my thighs tightly, and with every single thrust he gives me, he pulls me towards him, roughly.
“There! There! There!” I chant when he hits the perfect angle, my fingers twisting within the bedsheet.
I watch as he smirks down at me, biting his lip and releasing an animalistic grunt as he spreads my legs and leans forward to press his palms against the mattress on either side of my head and captures my lips once more.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Burying his head at the crook of my neck he begins fucking me with reckless abandon. “I love you,” he huffs. “I love you so fucking much.”
I smile. “I… I love you, too,” I tell him honestly, lifting his head from my neck so I can look at him. “I love you,” I repeat, staring into his eyes.
Because I do.
I always have.
Even if I was afraid to say it before.
I know I forget each time he starts this day, but when it comes down to it, I know within the very depths of my bones… that I’ll always love him. That I’ll always belong to him, and he to me.
“I’ve waited so long to hear you say that.
” He beams. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.
” Before I know what he’s doing, Ricky wraps both arms securely around my waist and back, flipping us so I’m on top.
Adjusting himself comfortably so his back rests against the headboard.
“Show me how well you take my cock.” He smirks, smacking the side of my ass, and who am I to deny him what he wants.