26. Paul
Paul
The Future Together
When I had first arrived at Cherry’s home to pick her up for our date, I had been a bundle of nerves. But now that I was buried inside of her, it was a struggle to remember what I had been so worried about.
Even without the threat of death, we were still a great match for each other.
She made me laugh, she made me feel seen, and she made me appreciate all the things in life that I had disregarded in my pursuit of being the perfect middle son.
Never too much trouble, never fighting for the spotlight. Just always calm and level-headed.
Fuck that.
It wasn’t that I was abandoning my ways of peace, serenity, and control.
It was more that I was finally giving myself permission to be a whole person.
Not to be constrained about what I thought I had to be in order to win the favor of my somewhat distant father and maintain the reputation of my family, and to accept myself for all my flaws, all my skills, and all my frivolities.
“Right there,” Cherry panted in that way of hers that never failed to drive me wild. “Oh my god, right there!”
I paused in my persistent slide into her, pulsing my hips slightly to rub at the spot that made her push back against me. Although none of our couplings had exactly been tame, there was something so completely feral and free about it now.
I liked to think it was because it was our first time where neither of us were denying the romance.
I had spent so much of my energy adamantly pretending the chemistry and connection between us didn’t exist, using my logic as a shield against what I felt, that it had added a layer of complication we hadn’t needed.
Maybe we wouldn’t work out in the end. Maybe she was too wild and I was too stuffy.
But really, that wasn’t important right now.
Despite the lie that she had first told me, neither of us could tell the future.
So, all we could do was live in the now, and my now was filling Cherry as deeply as I could and making her come on my cock.
Truly a noble venture.
I rocked against that spot, enjoying how Cherry squeezed me, until it got to be too much, and I thrust deeper into her. But, as usual, the empath was all too eager to accept me, her walls just as warm and slick and hot as ever.
I was in heaven, that was the only word for it.
And it was mind-boggling to think that the two of us could have this whenever we wanted if we ended up working out.
I was committed to making sure that happened.
My life had been turned upside down and inside out when I had stumbled across the grizzly scene of my father’s demise in the manor, but somehow Cherry had righted it again into something so much better.
And I wasn’t the only one whose life she had improved.
Although all of us VanMarches were in therapy to help with our grief and process everything we’d internalized, we were more bonded than ever.
We’d realized how close we’d come to losing each other and how foolish we’d been to let the distance between us grow so wide.
However, thinking about my siblings wasn’t really something I was keen to do while my cock was buried in the woman I was rapidly falling in love with, so I tucked that thought away and let myself enjoy the grip of her as I sank in all the way to my base.
“That’s it, Cherry. You take me so well. Like you were meant for it.”
“I was,” she panted back, and God, if that didn’t stroke my ego. I’d seen the empath do some insane things. Conquer any obstacle in her path. Make friends at the drop of a hat and improve people’s lives without even thinking twice. “I was meant to take you.”
That was my undoing, and we got lost in our passion and pleasure as I thrust into her.
The push and pull was electric, and not for the first time, I wished I could see as she did.
But I couldn’t, so I had to satisfy myself with listening to her cries and feeling how her body reacted to me.
That was one hell of a consolation prize.
My knot came in hot and heavy, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to hold back. It was always easier for Cherry to take me after her first orgasm, and so far, I was sorely lacking in that mission.
So, I bent over her, kissing my way up her back before going to the other side of her neck, where I had already marked her with my bite. She was a gorgeous woman, but she was even more stunning with my teeth marks on her, and my wolf fully agreed.
I put my arm around her, my fingers finding her swollen clit, flicking over it in the way she liked.
I had already learned so much about her body, and I couldn’t help but think about all the amazing things we would continue to discover together. Cherry really brought a fullness and completeness to my life that I had been a fool for neglecting for so many years.
But the past was the past, and the present was the present, and currently, my present revolved around getting to hear Cherry orgasm as I pounded into her from behind.
It was the perfect balance between animalistic and hedonistic without any reservations.
I loved that Cherry brought out the uninhibited side in me.
The side that wasn’t afraid of being messy or loving or making mistakes.
And I hoped I offered her a stability that helped with the chaos in her mind that was sometimes so overwhelming.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me so I can fill you up properly like you want.”
I’d always had the inkling that my more primal voice did something for her, and that theory was proven correct as her gasp turned to a moan of pleasure, and I felt her flutter intensely as the muscles of her back contracted.
It was all I could do to not lose it right then and there as she milked me. I stopped thrusting and thought about spreadsheets to stop from coming. I managed to hold off the entire time Cherry was losing her mind, only slowly stalling my hand once she came down.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured as I trailed kisses down her shoulder and back once again. Soothing, comforting, and oh so proud. “You came so beautifully.”
She mumbled something, her tone utterly debauched but her words lost from how her face was practically pressed into the table. I might have chuckled if I wasn’t still concentrating on not enjoying her aftershocks too much.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite understand you.”
With that, she turned her head to the side and looked back at me with a half-lidded gaze.
“I said, why’d you stop?”
“Oh, my greedy, greedy empath.”
Who was I to decline such a request? Taking a deep breath, I started up again, keeping my thrusts shallow at first, but eventually deepening until my knot was begging at her entrance.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked with actual concern. As much as I loved getting lost in the moment, I always wanted to make sure my partner was physically ready and completely willing to move forward. Especially considering the difference in our anatomy.
“I am, I am, I am!” she begged. “I can take it! I know I can!”
And I knew she could. I had been doubtful that first time we’d hooked up, our tryst enabled by the shock and adrenaline from having only narrowly escaped a dire situation. But now I knew to trust Cherry implicitly. When she said she could do something, she meant it.
So, I thrust forward, bypassing the resistance and keeping my pressure steady until my knot slid through her slick lips. God, I loved seeing the way she stretched around me, the way I could almost spot the bulge of myself between those strong hips of hers.
“Paul, oh my god!”
No, I was no deity, but she certainly made me feel like I was. Especially when my hand found her clit again, and I rocked my hips slowly, building up in speed and pressure in the way I knew she liked.
I wasn’t going to last long, so I pulled out all the stops and began showering praise on the woman below me.
Not just as a means to an end, but because I genuinely meant it.
And if I could have the rest of my life to come up with an infinite number of new praise phrases, I would consider that a life well lived.
“I’m getting close!” she practically screamed, bouncing back even harder on me. I loved it, loved the way it made her ass shake, loved the sweat dripping down her back glistening in the low light leaking through the doorway. She was a vision, there was no doubt about it.
“I am too,” I admitted, figuring she could feel the signs of my body in the same way that I could feel hers. “Think we can do this together?”
I had no idea how I was able to communicate rather effectively, because it felt like my brain was drowning in its own pleasure. Every nerve, every synapse was completely overwhelmed by total bliss.
“Yes! Yes! Together. You and me, together !”
Her enthusiasm was the catalyst I needed. I gripped her hips and yanked her back onto me, burying myself and my knot as deep as I could within her. Her back arched up, and she clenched around me.
“Oh fuck! Cherry!” I cried out in counterpoint to her shriek of pleasure. And just like that, the two of us hit our climax together, me spilling into her, and her holding on for dear life as I rocked us through our orgasms.
When we finished, we nearly collapsed to the floor, and it was only the insistence of my alpha instincts that kept me upright.
“Wow, whoa there,” I said between pants. “I got you, you’re okay. Just breathe for me.”
Cherry did just that, trembling while I held her. Once it seemed like she was a little more in the present, I picked her up and carried her over to her sofa in her tiny living room.
“How are you feeling?” I asked as I settled with her on the couch. She rested her head on my chest and nuzzled my neck.
“Perfect,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper but sounding so intensely satisfied. “How about you?”
“The same,” I answered, kissing the top of her head. Eventually I would carry her up to the bathroom so she could do what she needed to do, but for the moment, the world was just us and her afterglow. “Absolutely perfect.”