Chapter 28 #2
“Fuck, Elizabeth,” he moans, feeling me clench around him.
“I’m gonna come!”
My orgasm washes over me, my body shuddering and pulsing, and I feel him do the same.
He lowers his body onto mine, limbs entangled and sweaty.
I’m still in the aftermath of my orgasm while he kisses my shoulders and my neck, before adding bites which make me tremble with oversensitivity.
His hands run over my body, tracing the lines of my curves, alternating between soft caresses and rough squeezes.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers, touching me everywhere he can.
“You were a real asshole you know,” I say, as we’re curled up next to each other on the kitchen floor after both falling asleep again.
“I know.”
“You’re doing that agreeable thing again.”
“Yup.”
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.”
“I can wait. ”
I sigh. “It’s really hard to stay mad at you when you keep agreeing with me.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You’re a dick.”
He chuckles softly. “Whatever you say, princess.”
I trace one of the tattoos on his chest with my finger, he’s still mostly clothed but I’ve pried some buttons open since we’ve been lying here.
“How do I know I can trust you again?” I ask, “The way you turned so quickly, how do I know that what we had was real?”
He rolls us over so I’m on my back and he’s looking down at me, silhouetted in the dark.
“The last two months with you is the most real I’ve ever been. When I’m with you, it’s the only time I’ve ever really felt like myself. Take away the club, take away my father, I wasn’t anything… until you.”
I don’t know what to say to that, my feelings are all tangled up inside. But I remind myself that he’s here, and that even though I haven’t forgiven him, he’s staying.
“Come on,” I say, sitting up, “my ass is getting numb on this floor.”
I scoop up my clothes and lead him by the hand up the stairs, making our way to my room. Once inside, he backs me up against the wall and kisses me as though his life depends on it.
“Please can you let me apologize properly now?” he asks.
“I already told you that I’m not ready to forgive you yet.”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t apologize again.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think I can talk right now; I’ve felt so empty and alone, just be with me, make up for all the kisses I lost last week. ”
“I can do that,” he says, crushing his lips against mine and sliding his hand down between us.
He palms me as I grind against him, letting him know I need more.
Slipping two fingers inside, he uses his thumb to circle my clit, starting soft and gentle.
Keeping his finger thrusts long and slow, he teases me around that spot inside, only whispering his fingertips over me.
“Please,” I moan, wanting more, craving his touch.
“I wanna take it slow. We’ve got all the time in the world, I’m never leaving you again, so we’ve got our whole lives. Now be a good girl for me and let me make you feel good.”
“Okay,” I say, wanting everything he’s saying.
“Yeah? You’re gonna let me make you feel good?”
“Mm-hmm,” I whimper, as my head falls back against the wall while he leisurely fucks me with his hand and teases my clit with his thumb.
“You look so beautiful, Elizabeth. Fucking perfect.”
His words make me clench around his hand as I grip his shoulders.
“I told you to call me princess when you fuck me.”
He chuckles. “Fine. You know it’s always been you, don’t you, princess? It’s only ever been you.”
Another orgasm builds, sensations running through my body. I’m starting to tremble, and my knees feel weak from standing. His arm tightens around my waist.
“I’ve got you,” he says, “I’m here and I’m not leaving, I’ve got you.”
Pleasure washes over me in waves and he lets me ride his hand as long as I need.
“I love you,” I whisper, as I come down, there’s no point denying it.
He smiles against my lips. “I love you too. And before you say it, I know this doesn’t mean you forgive me. ”
“Shut up,” I murmur, and he chuckles.
I’m being led towards the bed, my t-shirt and bra removed before being nestled under the covers.
He slips in beside me after removing his own clothes and pulls me into his arms. His hands glide over my body, as though checking I’m real, while he places light kisses on the top of my head and breathes in the scent of my hair.
“You had better not be fucking smelling me,” I say.
“I am definitely, one hundred percent smelling you, I missed the smell of your hair so fucking much.”
“You did?” I ask softly.
“Mm-hmm, I missed everything about you; it’s been a week, but it’s felt like a fucking lifetime.
” He tilts my chin so I’m looking up at him.
“Elizabeth, I’m so sorry. I was wrong, I should never have done that to you or Donovan, I was an asshole.
I know it’s gonna take time for you to trust me again, but I’m going to earn it back, I’m gonna make it up to you. ”
“Are you and Donovan really okay?”
“Yeah, he came to Miguel’s place, and we talked it all through, we’re good, I promise you.” He leans down to kiss me. “I’m just sorry I let it get to that point.”
“And everyone was on board with changing the rules at the club?”
“Yup, like Slim said, we voted, and everyone agrees, Donovan is family, no more shitty homophobic rules.”
“That’s good,” I murmur.
“Thank you,” he says.
“What for?”
“For everything. For calling me out on my bullshit, for helping me see the bigger picture, for coming up with a plan for Diablos Rojos even though I definitely didn’t deserve your help.”
“Hmm,” I say, “I just hope it works.”