Chapter 33 #3
I nod, placing small kisses along the line.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there, Sweetness. I’m sorry you had to go through surgery and recovery alone. I’m sorry for all of it.” From my place between her thighs, I look up at the love of my life, and she puts her small palm on my cheek.
There’s so much in her expression, and I’m sure I reflect the same. It’s a lot—a lot of emotion and guilt and hope.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I spread her legs, breathing in deep to catch her unique scent I’ve missed for years.
Overwhelmed. Overpowered.
Overjoyed.
Hopeful.
I latch on to her button, drawing the flesh into my mouth with a delicate suck; her low, guttural moan is like a symphony to my ears. I savor her taste, taking my time to draw out her pleasure.
Even after years apart, I know her body, and I know how to take her higher and higher.
“Fuck, Storm,” she slurs, one hand on my head and the other fisting the sheets.
“I want you to come on my tongue the first time,” I say when I pull back, slowly sliding one finger and then another into her hot, tight sheath.
When I curl my fingers up and draw her clit back between my lips, she bucks, chasing her release without shame or hesitation.
That’s it, baby. Take it. Make it feel good.
“Storm, Storm, Storm !” Her chant rises with each word as I follow my memories on how to pleasure her, bringing her to the brink. Soon after, her thighs start to tremble, her pussy contracts around my fingers, and I feel like a god as she reaches her peak.
She shouts and shudders, and I’m like granite in my boxers, leaking against the fabric.
“Storm,” she pants, and I kiss my way back up her body, feeling all her emotions as I reach her tearstained face.
“Sweetness,” I rasp, and she brings our lips together. I get drunk on her, on us.
“I want you, Storm,” she says, and I nod, putting my forehead to hers.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I reply. I knew this when I brought her in here, and despite my claims on the plane, I won’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do, especially when it comes to our intimacy.
“You gave me your results. I know you saw mine,” she says, a small chuckle following the words.
“What are you saying, Sweetness?” I don’t have any room to fuck anything up with her.
“I’m saying…I don’t want anything to come between us, Storm.” I search her face after her declaration, knowing she means what she says. “I don’t know how we’ll make this…whatever this is, work, but I know I want to try.”
The words make my heart soar.
“I want to try with you, too,” I say. “We’ll take things slow.”
I’ll go slow, but I won’t ever give up on us. Not unless she walks away first.
In response, Shae hooks her thumbs in my boxers, easing them over my erection and past my ass. My dick slaps against my lower abdomen, and she pushes them down my body with her toes as far as she can. When I lean back over her, she takes me in her hand, stroking and driving me crazy.
“I want to feel you inside me again,” she says, aiming me toward her center. “Please, Storm.”
Please.
I don’t surge into her like I did the last time we fucked, because that’s what that was. Hate fucking, for lack of a better term, because there’s no part of me that could ever hate Shae.
But now, inch by inch, I push into the woman I love more than anything, the mother of my children, my soulmate, and for the first time in such a fucking long time, I feel like I’m home.
“Hold on to me, Sweetness,” I murmur as she hisses, her body rippling around mine as I finally seat myself inside her to the hilt. “Don’t look away.”
She nods, her watery eyes doing as I command.
“Good girl,” I say, and her shoulders flex at the words.
I pull out to the tip and then slide back in.
“Ah, Storm,” she groans, her eyes fluttering but not closing.
“I love you, Shae Olivya Rivers,” I say as my pace picks up. “I love you, and I’m so fucking sorry.”
Her bottom lip trembles as she takes in my words.
“I’ll apologize to you every day for the rest of my life,” I say, rocking in and out and grinding myself against her clit. “If only you’ll give me that honor.”
Her eyes lose focus, and her legs come up around my waist, locking at the base of my spine.
“I love you, Shae. Please,” I whisper, my forehead touching hers, our eyes open, and I grab her hands, linking our fingers together and pinning them to the bed near her ears.
I don’t even know what I’m begging for. Maybe it’s everything.
“I want…” she starts, her breath picking up, and I know she’s close again.
“What do you want, baby?” I kiss her just because her lips are there, and because her kisses are life-giving.
“I want…to forgive you, Storm,” she says on a cracked breath. I try to read into what she’s not saying. She wants to forgive me, but she doesn’t know how. Or she doesn’t see how. Or she won’t put herself in harm’s way again.
“I want to forgive you, and I need time,” is what she says instead.
Time. I can work with time, even though it’s the one resource I have no control over.
“As much time as you need, Sweetness,” I vow, slipping a hand down to rub her button in circles. With a few passes, she tightens on me, strangling my dick as she comes. I watch her face morph, tensing and relaxing.
My beautiful, divine Shae.
I barely rock in and out of her, content to draw this out as long as I possibly can, but then she pulls my head down to hers and kisses me.
“Come, Storm,” she commands with soft words, and it’s like a trigger. Without changing a single thing about the slow, steady pace, I release.
I come inside my goddess, my everything, never looking away. Never demanding more than what she’ll give me.
And when the last jolt of cum leaves my body, I press in close, as if I could crawl inside her. I can’t force myself to pull out, even as my dick starts to deflate and time ticks on.
So, when I look at Shae and find her completely asleep while we’re still connected, a satisfied smile on her face, I stay right where I am and breathe.