Chapter 22
SIENNA
He held me after I made him come with my lips and my kisses. Fell right back to sleep as though he’d been waiting to do just that for years. Slept peacefully. I’ve been missing that too. So I held him close, rested my head on his chest, and fell asleep too.
His kiss wakes me from a dream that felt almost as good as his lips on mine. The light outside is failing, we’ve slept the day away.
He breaks the kiss as I stir and kiss him back, looks deeply into my eyes, showing me that vast peaceful ocean I always saw in them.
I’d forgotten about that. But maybe that’s why I used to spend days just staring at the ocean during my loveless, hard marriage.
And maybe a part of me always knew it was because I was missing him so much, but I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.
“How can you be my peace and my worst nightmare at the same time?”
His voice is quiet as he asks it, level, toneless even. But the words still sting. And I have no answer.
“I’ll be just your peace from now on,” I say. “If you’ll let me.”
He scoffs. “I doubt that very much.”
Then he kisses me again. Harder, with more passion, yet more demandingly too, somehow.
Which is perfectly fine. Because whatever I have is his. It’s always been like that. It’s just too bad I don’t have much to give.
He kisses my lips, my cheeks, my neck. The kisses feel like he’s marking me.
Claiming each inch of me, making me his again.
His hands are caressing my breasts, kneading my stomach, always stopping just short of my clit which is where I crave his kisses and his touch more and more with each passing second.
I reach out and stroke his throbbing hard cock, grin at him when the caress makes him look at me sharply.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, as seductively as I can, which isn’t very because I was never very good at that. All I know is that we need to be one now with our bodies, so that we can become one in everything else that comes after.
He balances atop on me, between my spread legs, his weight heavy, yet welcome, pressing me against the mattress, preventing my escape. His throbbing cock is touching my clit now, so close to where I need him, yet so far away.
I trace my nails down his back, giving him a tiny taste of the frustrating need his slow fulfilling of my request is causing. His eyes turn sharper, but still he just stares into my eyes, his cock pressed against my clit but doing no more than that.
“I want you,” I tell him. “So much. I want all of you.”
He shakes his head, rolling his eyes in a barely perceptible way.
“This is a big mistake.”
I open my mouth to protest, tell him it’s not, that it’s the only right thing to do. But all that comes out is a sharp gasp as he slides his cock into me, going deep, giving me exactly what I asked for, but it’s too much.
He relents. Pulls out a little before sliding back in. Does it again. And again. And by the fourth time, the bliss of our union—our reunion—after all those years of pain and darkness is all there is.
The bliss grows and expands as he thrusts get faster and deeper still. I’m moaning, moving my hips to get closer to him, take more of him, take it all.
My climax is fast approaching. I try to hold it back, I do.
But the thrusts keep on coming, hitting all those spots of pleasure no one but him has ever come close to reaching, making me feel like I’m floating in that peaceful warm ocean of his eyes.
And the waters there are pure pleasure and the waves pure bliss.
I come hard, let the waters take me under. And still the waves of bliss keep coming, because he’s not done yet.
He keeps thrusting into me, making the waves rise higher and higher still. I let myself go, surrender to him, the waves taking me under only to raise me up again. I come over and over, lose count at three.
It’s all just one endless deluge of pleasure. Even after he comes too and we lay in each other’s arms. Spent and breathing hard. Making the past the present and future too. I hope.
“Now was that such a mistake?” I ask, because I can’t ever let things be. Can’t ever just enjoy the moment without knowing what comes next. And because I love teasing him.
He holds me tighter and that’s his only reply. But I can hear his unspoken yes, there’s no need to make him say it aloud.
I’ll take the good and leave the rest.
Because I’m ready to start feeling good again. And I think that maybe, just maybe he feels the same way too.