CHAPTER 24 #3
“You're not going to need those. Take off your clothes. I want to see you.” His voice had a certain edge to it, desperation.
I flushed red. I loved his freak.
“Are you sure?” My stomach bottomed out. We had been right in the middle of exploring each others bodies when the news of my fibroid hit. Now that I looked different, I was terrified. How I dreaded this moment.
“Of course.” He gave me an assuring smirk, like he already knew he would like my new body.
My hands shook as I tugged down my black leggings. Pulling the long sweater over my head. I winced as unused muscles tightened. It was undeniable that my body quaked with the impending moment. I rubbed at my shoulder in the cool air.
“Why is this so terrifying? We've already fucked.” I laughed.
Sasha came to me, his fingers grazing, his lips to my neck. “You don't have to if you don't want to.” Every touch sent my nerve endings into overdrive.
“I want to. I'm just scared you won't look at me the same way.”
“I'm not scared.”
Sasha hooked his thumbs into my underwear and slid them down my legs. He knelt in front of me and helped pull them off my ankles. Instead of standing back up, he looked at my scar. A six-inch cut from hip to hip just above my pelvic bone. He ran his fingers over the red incision.
“Oh, please say something, I'm freaking out. Does it look alright?” I raised my hand over my head and covered my face.
Then I felt his lips placing delicate kisses along the scar. “It healing beautifully, Babe.” He stood back up. “But I don't care what it looks like as long as you're OK. I didn't want you taken away when I just found you.”
“You don't care?”
“You gonna let me prove it to you?” His hands found the straps of my bra and pulled them off.
Sasha walked me back to the bed where he lowered me down.
He kissed my lips and ran his fingers through my hair and Oh fuck, I'd never been so turned on in my entire life.
There was a feeling, a knowing, a vibe he gave off.
This want and desire and need for each other I swear I felt straight through my skin to my blood, my marrow.
“Let's have the conversation now. Can I come inside you as I make love to you?” There was a rumble in his chest.
I nearly died with his words. “Please.” I nodded my head and let it fall back as his lips kissed a trail down my entire body.
He picked up my ankles and placed my feet flat on the bed. Kissed along my scar and drew a line down over my pelvic bone with his tongue ending on my clit. He was slow and soft and with every movement my soul yearned for his mouth.
How could I have ever gone without him?
“I missed this.” He said right before he licked me from top to bottom and pulled a sound from me I hadn't made in a long time.
“I missed it too.” I felt for his hands that were tightly wrapped back around my hips, squeezing my ass.
But I took one to hold onto as he pulled moans from my body with his mouth.
I writhed and I bucked with such sensation.
Finally, I was feeling instead of thinking.
But as my body tensed my mind kicked into gear.
I shouted out “Not yet!” and scooted away from him.
“Babe! Don't ever pull your pussy from my mouth!” He grabbed my legs and held them firm as he followed me close to the headboard.
“I want to fucking come with you inside me!” I yipped.
“I was inside you.” His eyes flared.
“I want your cock, Sasha.”
The smirk that lifted his mouth was sinful. He rubbed his chest, then pulled his shirt over his head. Sasha's hands lingered as he tugged off his pants. He knew I was watching him, my eyes unable to look away. His cock was so hard it looked painful and tight. All I wanted to do was relieve him.
“You can have whatever you want of me whenever you want me. I'm yours, lover.” He crawled up the bed at me, an animal on the hunt.
“Say that again.” I murmured.
“Lover.” He smirked.
I sunk lower, allowing him to hover over me. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. My fingers running down his chest and reaching around to his firm ass to pull him inside me.
“Fuck.” He growled out, his head falling to mine. “Like this is OK?” He rubbed my scar with his fingertips. His body stayed above me to not put too much pressure on my stomach.
Making love was always slower than fucking. He sunk into me and dragged himself out slowly, pulling a moan from me with every stroke. Deeper and deeper, I tried to meet his hips with mine.
He placed a hand on me, his thumb lightly grazing my scar again. “Let me do it, Babe. Let me do it. Let me take care of you.” His breath was hushed as he put his face in my hair. From my ankle, he reached up and grabbed my thigh, pulling me into his body, supporting me.
He worked and worked inside me, a slow pulsing that sent me over the edge with every pull out. He sucked on my lips and my nipples until every inch of my skin was red from his wanting.
“You look so beautiful under me, Lucy.” His words were mingled with kisses. Kisses so deep I wanted to drown in them.
“Yes.” I moaned when he lifted my hips from the bed to get a different angle.
“Is that what you want? You want it like that? Go on, tell me with that mouth.”
“Yes, Sasha, yes. Just like that.” Even his words turned me on when I didn't think I could get more aroused.
I grabbed the slats of my headboard as he kept going, watching him watch me. He wanted to see me come again. I wanted to see him work himself in and out of me.
“This body, fuck. You have no idea what it does to me. I've dreamed about it for so long. Now I'll never get enough of it.”
His words, oh, his words did something to me I couldn't understand but I innately felt.
That tingling and tight sensation ran throughout my body, signaling what was on my horizon. My pleasure was climbing higher with every movement. My thoughts anticipating the release I craved and my emotions overwhelmed with the realization Sasha was finally giving it to me.
We were making love.
“I'm just there.” I whispered.
“I want to see. I want to see you come. I have to see you come.” He huffed. His breath ragged.
I tensed and cried out and forgot to breathe as I came with the feel, hell, just the realization he was inside me. He kept the pace until he saw me fall over my edge into oblivion, nearly gone to the world. Then he picked up speed.
“Is this OK?” His neck tightened when I nodded and not two moments later he was arched back and moaning my name.
“Lucy.” He cried and stilled and lost his voice.
“Stay inside me.” I pulled him onto me slowly.
“Don't say that.” He breathed heavy in my ear, ecstasy washing over his face. “Or I'll get hard again.” He chuckled.
I couldn't believe he was in my bed, finally making love to me. Like I dreamed about since the day we first met.
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I woke a few hours later, Sasha nowhere in the bed. I pulled my nightgown over my head and started to pad barefoot along the hardwood floors, where I saw a light on downstairs. He was standing in the window looking at the back yard in boxers and his black T-shirt.
“Changing your mind?” I leaned up against the kitchen doorway.
“Nope, just thinking. What made you change your mind? You know, finally decide to come to the game.”
“Honestly?” I took a deep breath, embarrassed I didn't run to him sooner. “Paulie. He made me realize how stupid I was being. When you love someone, even a moment is enough. Even if it isn't perfect or what you expected love to be.” I had to thank that kid again.
“Damn.” He shook his head.
“I know.”
“That kid, he's like a little cherub flying around hitting us with arrows” Sasha flapped his arms like he had wings.
“What do you mean?” I couldn't stop giggling at the way he was now flying around the kitchen.
“We first met because you took him to skate on his birthday. Our first kiss was after his first game and now this? A cherub.”
“Now I'm picturing him in a little cloth diaper.” I covered my giggle with my hand, that turned into a yawn and a stretch.
“I'm going to have to give him more than some signed sticks.” Sasha's face was sweet, his love and want written in his eyes.
“Take a picture with him and put it on your socials, he'll die of happiness. What are you looking at out there?”
“Just looking at our pond. We need some benches out there for the winter. I'm going to bring the chair you made over after the playoffs and sit it right next to yours. I knew it didn't fit in my apartment.”
“Oh, really? You think after a couple earth shattering orgasms you can just claim it as your own?” I placed my front to his back and wrapped my arms around him, kissing his shoulders.
“Well, if you're going to watch me practice with Paulie you're going to want a seat.”
I go silent, the thought filling me with so much joy.
“Is that OK?” He whispered, second guessing his bold statement. “I'm not wasting any time now that I have you to myself.”
The guilt flowed into me again. I almost ruined all of this. “How are you not furious with me?” I whispered into his back.
“I was angry at the situation. Scared I would lose you and frustrated you weren't going to let me help you through whatever you were going through. But as the weeks went on, I only got mad at myself.”
I pulled at his shirt to force him to turn around. “You didn't do anything wrong, Sasha.”
“Didn't I? I should have fought for you. You were emotionally distressed and I should have known your actions were reactions to your situations. You were fighting to get through something really scary and I just let you push me away. I put everything into hockey when I should have been there for you.”
“No. Please don't blame yourself. I didn't text you back.” Tears sprung into my eyes again, but it wasn't sadness, it was the love I felt for him overflowing. My ice finally melting and puddling onto my skin.