46. Christian
christian
Istretched out like a big cat on the bed. All my muscles were tight and sore. I could feel the ache in my knee, but I reveled in the soreness because it meant I was alive. I reveled in the warmth beside me in bed, because it meant she was safe.
We slept all day and into the night.
Arlo never left his place at our feet. He knew we needed his closeness.
Our shower towels were left in piles on the floor beside the bed.
Plates of toast crumbs and water glasses sat on the bedside tables.
After I convinced her to eat something, we laid in bed while I fed her bites of buttered toast until she’d left the crust. I teased her that she ate toast like a preschooler and I promised her I’d cut off the crust next time I made her toast.
Water dripped from the gutters. An owl hooted in a nearby tree.
It was perfect. It was peaceful. It felt like home.
As if she sensed me, she rolled over, tucking her hands beneath her cheek, her eyes blinking open in the dark.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey,” she replied.
“It’s the middle of the night. You should go back to sleep.”
She shook her head against the pillow. “You’re awake.”
“I couldn’t sleep anymore.”
“Me either.” We stared at each other for a long moment until she said, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For finding me. For coming after me.”
A sharp pain shot through my chest thinking I almost lost her forever. “I’d ride through that storm again in a heartbeat if it meant having you beside me now.”
Her lips tipped softly, her eyes glistening as if she might cry again. It broke my heart to see her cry in the rain and again in the shower when we got home. All I could do was hold her and let the water wash her tears away.
I skimmed my fingertips over the side of her face, needing to touch her. To assure myself she was really and truly here. That she was really and truly safe. She covered her hand with mine, holding it against her cheek. Tipping her head, her lips brushed my palm, pressing a kiss to my skin.
“You make my stomach flip,” I told her.
She hid her smile beneath my hand, licking a line up my palm.
My dick twitched.
“And make me fucking hard.”
A silent laugh rumbled through her as she moved my hand away from her mouth to reveal a cunning smile.
My eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?”
She still hadn’t let go of my hand, letting it trail down her throat.
“Squeeze,” she whispered.
My cock ached at her demand.
I tightened my grasp on her throat, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my fingers. When I released, she swallowed and continued running my hand down her chest. Her back arched slightly, revealing her perky nipples cutting through my white Guns N’ Roses T-shirt she wore.
“You look so fucking good in my shirt.”
She only smiled, continuing her journey south.
I wanted to explore every inch of her, but she was in charge as she guided my hand. I could barely breathe knowing my hand was about to be between her thighs.
Her legs parted beneath the blankets, my fingers skimming her slit.
“Is that sweet little cunt dripping for me?”
“Christian,” she breathed, her hips answering to me. “I need you.”
I ran my middle finger through her wetness, coating her with it and spreading it over her clit. She moaned softly, her hand reaching to wrap around my neck and bring me closer. Our foreheads touched while I dipped a single digit inside her pussy.
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is greedy for it, isn’t it?”
“Two fingers. Please,” she begged.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing Sage Pardy beg for me.
” I kissed her temple, smelling her sweet scent, and doing exactly as she wanted, inching two fingers in, then drawing them out, over and over again.
Each time going in just a little deeper until her hips were rocking rhythmically, following my lead.
Her fingers tightened on the side of my neck. Our breaths mingled. My cock throbbed, desperate for her.
Plunging my fingers inside her, I curled them, rubbing against her inner walls. She gasped, her hips thrusting down on my hand until the heel of my hand was exactly where she wanted it against her clit.
“Ride my hand, star fire. Make that needy little pussy squirt.”
She ground against my hand while I stroked that spot deep inside of her, her swollen clit brushing against my hand.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed.
“Never. Not until you’re breaking apart and soaking my hand.”
I held still, letting her seek her pleasure, riding my hand as she inched closer and closer to climax. Her head tipped back, her eyes fluttered closed, her hips rocked frantically against my hand, and her beautiful rosy mouth hung open on desperate pants.
“You’re doing so good, baby. I can tell you’re close. Ride it to the end.”
Encouraged, her thighs closed on my arm, holding me there while she thrust her hips. I pressed kisses into her hairline as her walls started to flutter against my fingers.
“Fuck my hand, baby.”
My cock throbbed, the tip leaking watching her carry herself to the edge. I wanted to bury myself inside her. But this was always going to be about her. And she needed to hear it too.
“These hands, my touch, should only ever bring you pleasure. Should only ever convey my love.”
She whimpered, her eyes fluttering open, tears in her eyes.
I nodded. “I know, baby. I know. You’re safe. You can let go now.”
Her fingers twining in my hair, she pulled my head down so my mouth met hers.
“Christian,” she whispered against my lips.
“I got you. Let go, star fire. Show me how brightly you shine.”
She dug her nails into my scalp, holding me to her as her body spasmed.
Her eyes closed, her brows pinched, and her mouth fell open on a final gasp.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers, her legs tensing, trapping me against her.
Her dark wavy hair splayed around her head like a wild halo and it was the most beautiful fucking sight I’d ever seen.
“Watching you come has to be my favorite sight in the world.”
I didn’t move. Mesmerized by her. My heart was in my throat. It felt like my life ended and started with her. Like I could really and truly live now that I found her.
My fingers still deep inside her, I waited for her beautiful brown eyes to flutter open. A look of pure happiness and calm washed over her face in the dark, taking my breath away.
“How is it possible I fall more and more in love with you each day?” I asked.
Her lips tipped in a soft smile. “Because you’re obsessed with me.”
I slowly slid my fingers out of her, her body twitching with the contact. A low moan emanated from her throat as I rolled my fingertips over her sensitive clit.
Leaning down to capture her mouth with mine, I said, “I am absolutely, unequivocally obsessed with you, Sagey Pagey.”
“Do you want to know a secret?” Her lips brushed mine.
“Hmm.”
I could almost feel the curve of her lip against mine.
“I’m obsessed with you too, Christian.”