Chapter 19 #2
He hits the magic spot inside me over and over. My head spins, lights going off around me, and when his mouth connects to mine, I shake from my orgasm. His tongue dances with mine as his hips stutter, cock pulsing inside me as he fills the condom with his hot seed.
I wish there was nothing in the way of him filling me. I wish I could feel him dripping from me for days. Would he let me if I asked? Does he want that too?
His breaths come out in pants against my neck, and our sweaty bodies press together as he kisses my neck, collapsing on top of me. He laughs and runs his mouth up my cheek before reaching my mouth. Our warm breaths mingle together, and he rubs his nose over mine, nipping at my top lip.
“Fuck, Honey. That was . . . fuck.”
“Yeah,” I push out, sounding drunk. I guess in a way I am.
Drunk off sex and him. Mostly him. He’s floating through me, making me feel like I’m separating from my body while also finding it for the first time.
It’s addicting. He gives me more and I don’t ever stop wanting. It scares the hell out of me.
“I think I may be in far too deep,” he says. “Too lost in you, and I don’t want to ever find my way out.”
“It’s all the endorphins talking,” I say.
He laughs, shaking his head against my shoulder. “No. It’s much more than that.”
“I’m sure it’s only temporary,” I sputter.
“And I’m more than sure nothing with you ever could be.”
My breaths stick to the back of my throat. “You feel that way now. It’s always like that in the beginning, isn’t it? Before it fades?”
He rolls off me, turning to his side to fold himself around me. “Do you want it to?”
“No,” I say almost too quietly.
“Me either. And because that’s what neither of us want, I don’t think it will.”
I want him to be right, so much so I nod against him, burrowing my face into his inviting chest as I let myself believe everything he says. It feels good allowing it to be my only option . . . allowing him to be.
***
My eyes slowly open as I pat the empty space beside me. I’m alone on the couch. I flip around and grab hold of the back cushions to help lift myself up. Kicking off the blanket, I place my feet on the floor and smile when I hear footsteps pad softly against the floor.
“You’re awake. You must not have gotten much sleep last night. You’ve been passed out for almost three hours.”
My eyes bulge and I stretch out my arms. “What? That’s like . . . half a night’s sleep just about.”
He chuckles, and I like how good it feels to be surrounded by it while in my favorite place. “Yeah, that means you must really have needed it.”
“Yeah . . . I guess so.” A savory cheesy scent hits my nose and my stomach rumbles. “Did you get food or something?”
“The second thing,” he chirps. “I made us lunch. Potato soup.”
I sniff the air some more. “It smells delicious.”
He sits beside me, rubbing his face into my neck. “It’s not the only thing that smells delicious.” He licks at my mouth, and I open my lips to get a sample of the food he made. All it does is make me hungrier, and for more than just food.
“Stop that. Dessert can come later,” I clip.
He laughs and that deep rumble goes straight to my twitching dick.
How can I want sex again so soon? I’ve never been one to feel so sexual, but maybe it’s because this goes beyond that.
It’s the closeness, the attentiveness, and someone showing how much they want me.
How much they need me. To touch me and connect with me in all ways.
“And what are you, the dessert police?” He tugs at my nipple and swallows my moan when he takes my mouth again. His tongue plunges against mine, rough and then gentle, before we’re both pulling away begging for air. He puffs heavy breaths against my cheek and slides his hand to my stomach.
“If I am, I’m sure as fuck terrible at my job.”
He snorts. “I was just taking a small sample. It’ll give me something to look forward to later.”
“Does that mean you’ll stay with me?”
“That means I’ll leave late again. You’ll get better sleep without me here, trust me.”
“I didn’t last night,” I say.
“You never said why either.”
I sigh, stretching out my legs and leaning my hip against his. “It got too quiet, I guess, and the wind picked up, making the trees scrape against the window. I guess I got a little freaked out being all alone in the middle of nowhere. I’m fine until nighttime.”
“Well . . . whenever you get scared or freaked out by a sound, just give me a call and I’ll make sure you have nothing to worry about.”
“Even at two a.m.?”
“Even then.” I can hear the serenity in his voice.
“Okay, don’t be mad if you get multiple calls through the night, though. There are a lot of trees by my windows. Noisy owls and trash-digging raccoons too.”
He laughs. “Sounds like either way one of us will require a nap or lots of coffee the next day.”
“Or you can solve both our problems by not leaving.” I blink my eyes, giving my best begging expression.
Laughing, he kisses my chin. “You’re making it really hard for me to say no here.”
“Not hard enough, I see.”
He lets out a drawn-out breath. “Look . . . how about after the holiday, I take you somewhere warm and we’ll sleep in the same bed at the same time for a whole weekend straight?”
“Hmm. I guess that could work.” I tap my mouth.
“That’s if you still want me to stay by then.”
“I will,” I press, inching my face closer to where his heavy breathing is coming from.
“We’ll see.”
“We will. Now, for this dinner . . . We eating here or at the table?”
“Wherever you want.”
I press myself tighter to him, sliding a leg over his. “Here is good.”
His lips press into my hair and he inhales deeply. “Yeah, it’s good. How about you go get cleaned up and I’ll set up our little table here.”
“Okay.” I peel myself off the couch, wobbling a little before catching my balance. Working my way to the bathroom, I feel a wonderful sense of freedom. I’m finally able to move around here without the cane, while also feeling Rafael close by ready to be my eyes whenever I need him to be.