39. Dottie
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DOTTIE
There's still so much to think about, so much for me to apologize for. So much of my own internal self-loathing to work on. Life's problems don't magically resolve themselves on the coattails of a life-changing kiss.
But a life-changing kiss never hurts.
I'll worry about all those other things tomorrow.
Right now, I've got Stephen's mouth on mine and my legs wrapped around his waist as he pins me to the back of his hotel room door. My skirt is bunched up around my waist and Stephen is grinding his rock-hard erection against my pussy as he devours my lips. Even through his jeans and my panties, the friction is nearly unbearable. I pull back and gasp, and Stephen drops his mouth to my neck, finding my pulse point and sucking on it.
"Stephen, I need you. Please," I beg as he drags his teeth down my throat. Without missing a beat, he takes me in stride and deposits me on the center of the bed. He stands back and strips, pushing his jeans to the floor and then pulling his flannel over his head. I catch a glimpse of something unfamiliar as he bends to push his briefs down.
"Stephen, what is that on your chest?" I ask, pushing myself up on to my elbows. He smirks as he rids himself of his boxers. His cock bobs, hard and leaking as he crawls over the bed, reaching behind me to unzip my top. I reach up, running my fingers of the tattoo on the edge of his pec, right towards the center of his chest. It looks like-
"It's a constellation. Cancer. This big looking circle, right here? The one that isn't a star? That's Mercury," he says as his fingers continue to work. He pulls off my top and throws it to the side.
"Mercury. In Cancer. This is what you talked to Ivy about?" I ask, gasping when he pinches my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and his forefinger.
"It is. Do you remember that summer night when we were thirteen? We snuck out because you wanted to see if you could see Mercury in the sky," he leans forward and pulls my other nipple between his lips.
"The first time you let me braid your hair."
He hums and I moan as a shot of pleasure rolls through my body. He kisses his way down my belly, pushing the skirt over my hips and down my legs.
"That was the night I knew I was in love with you. I didn't get it then, not really. But I knew that you were it for me, that you were the only person I'd ever want. When you were gone, I used to lay in our field and look at the sky and think about how much I loved you. I’d count the stars and wonder if you were thinking about me."
"I was," I breathe as he pulls my panties down. "I was thinking about you. I thought about you all the time. I loved you all the time."
"Just like you promised," he murmurs as he runs a finger through my folds. I'm wet and aching for him, and when his finger slides inside of me with ease, he sighs.
"You're ready for me, sweetheart."
"So ready," I grab at his shoulders. "Please, please give me your cock. I need it. Need you."
He positions himself over my body, lining his cock up with my pussy and rubbing, teasing my clit with the head a few times before slowly sinking in. I cry out, and he sinks to his elbows, lowering his chest to mine and he pushes all the way to the hilt.
"Love this," he hums as he starts to rock in and out of me. I lift my leg, wrapping it around his waist to pull him deeper and to angle myself in a way that his pelvis grinds against my clit with each thrust. "Love fucking you. Love this hot, wet pussy. Love you. Love you so fucking much, Dorothea."
I try to tell him that I love him too, but I can't form words. Not as his cock rubs against that spot inside me while his body teases my nipples and my clit. I dig my nails into his shoulders as white-hot pleasure starts to build. Everything inside of me coils, pulling taut in my belly like a rubber band ready to snap. My skin is hot, my breath is short, and I can't think as he thrusts into me.
"Fuck, please, Dorothea," he whimpers, dropping his lips to my ear. "Need you to… fuck, sweetheart. It's too good. You're too good. I can't hold it, I can't, please." He gasps and begs in my ear. He's desperate, trying so hard to hold back but he loses the fight. I can feel him thicken inside of me right before he stills. His orgasm triggers mine, and a kaleidoscope of color explodes behind my eyes as my orgasm tears through me. I buck my hips wildly up into him as I work my way through it, all the while Stephen shakes and shutters through his own release.
When I return to earth, I capture his lips and kiss him madly, deeply. He kisses me back as he threads his arms around me. He kisses me as he lifts me off the bed and walks me to the bathroom. He kisses me as he cleans me with a soft towel. He kisses me as he runs a warm bath and lowers me into it, and he kisses me as he climbs in with me, stopping only when he's settled behind me and I can no longer strain my neck to meet his lips. I lay my head back on his chest as we settle into the warm water, feeling more content than I think I've ever been.
"You're mine, Stephen," I whisper as I reach my arms up and behind me, looping them around his neck. He drops his mouth to my shoulder and peppers kisses along my skin.
"All yours, Dorothea. You're my sweetheart, and I am all yours."
And in that moment, everything feels right in the world.
Just like it used to feel when we were younger.