Chapter 51 His Emerald Fire
His Emerald Fire
The engines turn off outside the country estate.
Quiet, early evening falls as the motorcycles are put away.
We head inside, most the Crew aiming for the kitchen and talking about relaxing for the rest of the evening.
I stop in the foyer, watching them as they joke around.
I reach up, touching the leather vest with gratitude and pride.
Soft footsteps come up behind me, and I look over my shoulder at Leo.
“Should we bet on who’s gonna suggest poker or a movie?” I ask.
“They can do whatever they want,” Leo murmurs, leaning close to my ear as his arm winds around my waist. “Check in.”
I blink, surprise and arousal flooding me at his words. My breath catches, finding burning hazel eyes on me. “Green.”
He swiftly bends down, picking me up in his arms. A soft yelp leaves me as he heads for the stairs as I wrap my arms around his neck.
The others are too preoccupied with each other to notice as Leo strides across the catwalk.
The only one I catch looking is Jameson, who smirks before going back to the others.
Leo carries me into our bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.
He then puts my cane aside and takes me to the bed, sitting me down.
He’s silent as he takes his vest off, and I follow suit.
He hangs up both, and then takes his boots off.
I remain quiet, watching him as he comes back to remove mine and sets them aside with his.
He abruptly stops a few feet away, hands flexing at his sides.
Slowly, I stand and undress to just my underwear.
Leo’s eyes roam over me as I run my hands along my thighs, sitting back down, waiting for him.
I want to walk to him, but I know in three steps I’ll collapse without any help.
Yearning builds as I watch him, waiting as he feels too far away.
Except, he doesn’t move. Swallowing hard, I see his chest rise heavily with each breath.
“Check in,” I murmur.
“Yellow.”
Silently, I hold my hand out to him. Thankfully, he steps forward. I pull him down to sit next to me, and then climb over to straddle his lap. I run my hands over his chest, feeling his thundering heartbeat. His hands flex at his side, but he starts to breathe easier.
“I’m gonna take your shirt off,” I whisper. He nods. “Words, Leo.”
“Alright,” he responds quietly.
Smoothing my hands over the bottom of his shirt, I touch his skin underneath as I slide under the hem.
His breathing shudders as I move the fabric, slowly drawing it up until he has to raise his arms for me to pull it off.
His breathing is still heavy, not necessarily in anticipation of sex, but I know of fear.
Gently, I run my hands over his torso and up over his shoulders.
Our bodies have changed since the last time.
He hadn’t gained much of his muscle back, still thin from not eating normally and working.
Mine, I have some weight gain in attempt of being healthier after the coma.
Then there’s spots of marred skin; my feet are scarred, along with my back.
He has his own scars, some of them making his tattoos disjointed from being cut through.
Lastly, there were still the sleeves on his arms, covering his wrists and forearms.
We’ve seen each naked plenty of times over the months, but not like this. Not like lovers again.
His hands shakily go to my thighs, moving his fingers over me in soft motions. I continue running my hands over him, beginning to trace his tattoos as I’ve done before. His hands move up to my torso, gliding over my skin with a tender caress.
Gently, I move my hands to one of his arms to start peeling off the sleeve. He freezes, watching me as I roll it down. Halfway there as the worst of the scars begin to show, he stops me and shuts his eyes as his body shakes.
“Yellow,” he rasps.
I let go, letting him roll the fabric back up. He clutches at his arms as his face contorts. I tenderly grab his face, and say, “Okay, we’ll keep them on. It’s alright.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Leo, it’s okay. Look at me.” His eyes snap open, desire slowly being washed out by fear and uncertainty. “If you’re not ready, it’s alright.”
“No.” His body trembles, hands now grabbing my thighs to keep me where I am.
“Leo—”
“I want my wife,” he says, bringing a hand up to cup my face as I move mine down over his chest, soothingly stroking him. “I want you. God, I have wanted sex with you for months, missing that part of us.” Tears form in his eyes, grasping me harder. “I can’t let him take that part of us. I just…”
Leo leans forward, pressing his forehead into my shoulder as his hand moves to clutch the back of my neck.
His heart pounds under my hands, almost in unison with my own that thunders in my chest. Tears form in my eyes. I go still as memories, moments flood me in a matter of seconds as Leo murmurs, “How did you do this? How did you make it stop?”
Fragments flash. “One day it’ll be your turn.”
Those feelings of guilt and being a burden as he helped care for me. “Focus on me.”
It was never a scale of who could love more than the other. “You’ll take care of him.”
Those fears became manageable not wholly because he loved me. “Good girl.”
He made me feel safe.
After over a year being with Leo, working on myself, getting stronger and even forgiving myself…I can be what Leo has been for me the moment he recited Poe with me.
In a gentle voice, I start reciting The Raven as I smooth my hands over his back. I stroke his skin as I speak. My own worries melting away as I focus on him; to help him get through this difficult hurdle. One I understood far too well, and how scary it is.
I’m halfway through the poem when Leo starts to recite it with me. Warm breath drifts over me as he speaks. When we finish, he’s finally breathing normally and not shaking. I lift his head, cradling his face with one hand while I smooth his hair with the other.
“You’re safe,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “You’re safe.” I continue saying it, kissing him upon different places of his face. Finally, I come just a breath away from his mouth, and say, “I’m here. Focus on me, baby.”
I press my lips against his, and his breath hitches. Its slow, affectionate, and sweet as I slide my hands down his neck and shoulders. Leo begins to rove his hands over me, kissing me deeper and deeper as his body becomes less rigid.
Leo’s hands move behind me, pulling me closer for our chests to press against the other. He’s warm as I clutch his head, kissing him as desire builds.
“Check in,” I say against his lips, nipping softly at his bottom lip.
“Green.”
“Good boy,” I say easily, smiling as his eyes meet mine. The fear dissipating, replaced by want and yearning. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you,” he breathes out.
“You have me.” I kiss him again. “Put me on the bed.”
Arms wrapped around me; Leo spins us so that my back is against the bed while he’s on top. He continues to kiss me, moaning as his hands roam my body. I gesture for him to take my underwear and bra off. He does so with need upon his face.
A hand starts going up towards my neck, but he stops himself. I grab him, placing his palm at my throat. He stares at me, and that panic starts to form on his face again.
“Focus on me,” I say gently. “I’m safe, Leo. So are you. Only pleasure from your hands, right?” My voice seems to calm him as his hand lightly presses against my neck. “We’re safe. It’s just you and me. You and me, mister.”
Leo’s body lays over mine as he comes down to kiss me. His jean clad hips brush against mine, causing a shiver to run over me. Relief floods me, the craving for this, for him finally coming to fruition as I revel in his touch.
He breaks away from the kiss, sliding his hand down to caress my breasts next as he kisses my chest. Another shudder runs over me as he strokes my skin.
Soft lips trail down as he explores my body as if it was the first time.
I reach for his head, gripping those soft strands as he moans against my stomach.
“Check in,” I ask.
“Green.”
“Good boy.” He moans at the honorific, clutching my sides. “Take your pants off, baby.”
He places one more kiss above my belly button, getting off the bed to yank his jeans, chaps, and underwear off. I sit up, moving over to the bedside table and desperately hope he still has lube in the drawer. There is and I pull the bottle out as Leo climbs back onto the bed.
“Sit in the middle,” I tell him, and he does while furrowing his brows. I smile gently, putting some lube in my hand as I toss the bottle aside, and go to him. Carefully, I wrap my hand around his cock to slick it up, which makes him groan.
I wipe the rest through my sex, straddling him once more, but on my knees to hover above him.
“Autumn, I don’t want you to wear yourself out,” he says gently, grabbing my hips.
“I’ll be fine for a bit. It’s good PT,” I lightly tease, and then place my hands on his chest, looking up at him through my lashes. “You can help control the pace and how deep, and if you need to stop then you can easily hold me, okay?”
Realization begins to form on his face, making his brows unfurrow, eyes widening. He swallows, inhaling a sharp breath as I grab his cock. I stroke him a few times, and he groans while gripping my hips.
“Ready?” I ask. He nods, jaw clenching. “Words, Leo.”
Amusement flashes over him. “Yes.”
“Good boy,” I praise, kissing him briefly.
He chuckles.
My heart flutters at the small sound.
Finally, I sink down upon his dick. He stretches me, what once was familiar coming back.
My breath stutters as he groans, both of us inhaling sharply as I move a bit.
He lifts my hips, and I’m sunk fully upon his cock.
I clutch his shoulders, eyes closing as the arousal flourishes into pleasure.
Oh, son of a nutcracker, I almost want to cry being this close to him again.