Chapter 21 #2
Rhea matches my energy back with all she has, her hand threading through my hair.
When she reaches the top of my head, my girl fists a chunk of hair and uses it to guide me down to where I want to be.
Peppering kisses down the center of her throat, I stop between her breasts.
My hands wander all over her body but converge on her gorgeous tits at the same time as my mouth.
I fucking devour her, swirling my tongue around the sensitive pink flesh of her peaks.
My cock jumps in my boxers when her nipple hardens beneath my lips and tongue.
Pulling her into my mouth, I suck, increasing the pressure until I hit just the right amount. Rhea moans and arches her back off the bed.
Jesus Christ, how the fuck am I supposed to hold it together when she does shit like that?
“A little further south,” Rhea murmurs between pants of breath, gently nudging my head down toward the promised land.
I happily oblige, kissing a path from her gorgeous breasts to the soft skin of her stomach until I reach those black, sheer panties. Dipping my head, I press a chaste kiss to the outside of her panties, noticing how wet she is, and look up at her with a rueful smirk. “Like that?”
Her eyes widen in frustration. “You’re toying with my emotions, Gray.”
Her response makes me laugh, but I get the point. Almost giving in to her demands, I dive back between her legs and press my lips to the inside of her thighs, teasing her until she’s writhing beneath me and begging for more.
Bunnies. Baseballs. Bermuda Triangle.
Quickly running out of words to keep my mind off how bad I want to come, I stop fucking around and put Rhea out of her misery, pushing her panties to the side.
I slide my finger down the center of her wet pussy and put it in my mouth to taste her for the first time in what feels like an eternity.
Moaning at Rhea’s sweet taste, I plunge my face between her thighs and lick until my tongue is coated in the nectar of her sweet little cunt.
Rhea bucks beneath me, fisting my hair and nearly smothering me in between her soft pussy lips. I take that as the invitation I need to thoroughly explore her. Removing the panties, I spread her legs wider and open her up to lick every inch of her.
Her little clit is tucked perfectly between her pretty pussy lips like a sweet little gift. The more I suck on it, the harder it grows, meaning Rhea is close as fuck to orgasming.
Lifting my head, I look up at her hazy green eyes, filled with lust and pleasure, and smile. “Doing okay, baby?”
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks in confusion. “You aren’t done down there, buddy.” Rhea grabs my wrist and shoves my hand between her legs. She’s never been so assertive or hungry for me.
Sliding my deft finger between her lips, I reach the center of her, plunging one digit, then two inside. A moan slips out again, and I groan at the all-consuming need to be completely inside her for the first time in months, but I must be patient. This has to be perfect for her.
I regain my composure as much as a man in my current situation can, but I manage to refocus my attention on my girl. Crooking my finger in a come-hither motion, I massage that little spot inside her pussy that drives her wild. Rhea bucks below me, her back arching as she leaves the bed.
Repeating the move I know will drive her crazy every single time, I tease her relentlessly, driving her to the brink of insanity. I begin starting and stopping, edging her closer to an orgasm by the second.
When I stop, she begs me, “Gray, please.”
Leaning over her, I drop a kiss on her sweet lips. “Please what, baby?” I crook my finger again, knowing she won’t be able to answer me when I do that to her.
Her moans fill the entire room with the sweetest melody I’ve ever heard in my life. I stop again, needing a small reprieve from the intensity of being with her after a long separation of intimacy. The sounds this woman makes are going to drive me crazy.
“For fuck’s sake, Gray, if you don’t put me out of my misery soon, I’m going to take over,” she threatens.
I call her bluff and remove my hand from her pussy. “The hell you will.”
My dick strains against the fabric of my boxer briefs, begging to be released. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
“You’re moving slower than Christmas, old man,” she teases.
Or at least, I think she’s teasing until she pushes me to my back and climbs down my body until she reaches my underwear. “Up,” she commands me to lift my ass as she hooks her fingers in the waistband.
Not two seconds later, she’s pulling them down my legs, discarding them with a careless fling into the dimly lit room. Then her eyes are raking over me, beginning her inspection at my head and working her way south. She reaches my dick, and her green eyes grow dark with lust.
Then she wraps her delicate hand around my shaft and slowly strokes.
A hiss of pleasure escapes me at the warmth of her touch.
Crawling between my legs, she leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of my cock.
I’m coiled so tightly, it almost unravels me.
I try to stop her from parting her lips, but by the time she’s started working her way down my length, I don’t have enough blood flow to my brain to properly speak.
Her hair shrouds part of her beautiful face.
My view is obstructed, and that just won’t do.
So, I move her long, honey blonde hair and fist it to keep it out of my way.
One of the most beautiful sights in this world is my girl pleasuring me with her mouth, going up and down on me.
But when she looks up at me with those big green eyes, it fucks me up so bad that I have to stop her right there.
“I’m not coming in your mouth tonight, baby, not after all this time,” I protest because fuck, I need to connect with her in a way I can only accomplish with her skin moving against mine.
The wicked gleam in Rhea’s eyes surprises me. “Your wish is my command.” Two seconds later, she places one knee on either side of my hips, grabs my cock, and sinks down on it.
“Jesus fucking Christ, baby.” I hiss again at the unexpected pleasure, but I’m past being able to stop her.
She settles into a rhythm after a moment, riding me like a cowgirl.
Her gorgeous, perky tits are front and center.
I take advantage of the easy access, cupping them in both of my hands while she fucks me within an inch of my life.
Her hips move back and forth as she grinds on my cock, pulling every ounce of pleasure out of my body.
Sex with Rhea has always been fucking fantastic but watching her be so uninhibited like this after all this time apart is like watching her for the first time all over again.
Maybe in a way, I am, since this is the first time I can remember seeing her clearly.
How the fuck did I get so goddamn lucky with this woman, not once, but twice?
I lose myself in the rhythm we create together, in the perfect synchronization of two people who've learned to be completely vulnerable with each other.
This is more than pleasure. It’s two souls recognizing one another in our healed states.
“Baby, I can’t take much more,” I confess, hoping she’s also close to her release.
As if I summoned it myself, she throws her head back, closes her eyes, and announces to me and half the village, “Oh, God, Gray. I’m coming.”
Rhea’s tight little pussy clenches around me as she continues moving back and forth at a punishing rate.
My girl is so fucking beautiful when she’s crying out in ecstasy.
My dick jumps at the sight, and that’s all she wrote.
I climb to my release and allow it to obliterate me from the inside out.
I come inside Rhea with my hands on her hips, moving her back and forth.
When we finally collapse together, breathless and glowing with unadulterated bliss, I pull her close and marvel at how right this feels.
Her head finds its perfect spot on my chest, her finger tracing the dark tattoos around my shoulders and collar bones, and I can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing to match mine.
“That was...” she starts, then trails off with a soft laugh.
“Yeah,” I agree, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That was.”
We lie in comfortable silence for a while, our bodies cooling in the aftermath, fingers tracing lazy patterns on skin. The Christmas lights from her living room cast a warm glow through the doorway, and I can hear the distant sound of wind in the pine trees outside her window.
“I have a confession.” Her voice is soft with contentment.
“What's that?” I run my fingers down her back because I can’t stop touching her yet.
“I've been thinking about this for weeks. Since Halloween, maybe earlier. I kept wondering what it would be like with you when you're sober.” There’s a bit of shyness in her voice.
“And?”
“Even better than I imagined.” She tilts her head up to look at me, and her smile is radiant. “Who knew sobriety was such an aphrodisiac?”
I chuckle, the sound escaping with a slight hesitation, a flicker of the insecurities that once haunted me passing briefly. Then the humor takes hold, buoying us both in this newfound lightness.
I laugh, the sound rumbling through my chest where her head rests. “Is that your professional medical opinion, Dr. Rhea?”
“Absolutely. I'm thinking of writing a paper: 'The Correlation Between Emotional Availability and Sexual Satisfaction: A Case Study.”
“I volunteer to be your research subject.” I turn us both so we're facing each other, her body curved against mine in perfect alignment.
“The research might take years. Very thorough, hands-on investigation required.” Her mock seriousness is cute as fuck.
I always enjoy it when Rhea is playful. “I'm prepared to make that sacrifice for science.”
She giggles, and the sound is pure joy, infectious and bright. I catch it with my mouth, kissing her until we're both breathless again. I marvel at how easy this is and how natural it feels to be naked, vulnerable, and completely happy with this woman in my arms.
“Merry Christmas, Gray,” she whispers against my lips.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
As we settle into the perfect puzzle-piece fit of two people who belong together, I think about how different this Christmas is from any I've had before.
Last year, I was drinking myself toward rock bottom.
This year, I'm holding the woman I love in a bed we've just consecrated with the type of intimacy that only comes from absolute trust and presence.
Recovery gave me my life back, but love gave me a reason to live it.
A soft chime from my phone breaks the quiet with a message from my sponsor, checking in and reminding me that the journey is ongoing and growth remains a commitment.
I think back to the support that keeps me steady through it all.
It’s been the talks with my sponsor, meetings with others who empathize, and the unwavering support from Rhea and the band.
In moments of doubt, she has been a constant, encouraging me with her unwavering belief in my ability to conquer my demons.
Our love has grown alongside my sobriety, becoming supportive and persistent. As Rhea shifts beside me, I'm overcome by my emotions. Her presence envelops me, her belief holding me steady. In her arms, I find comfort and the courage to honor love and sobriety each day.
And lying here with Rhea in my arms, I finally understand what Bruce meant when he talked about the difference between existing and truly being alive. This is being alive. This moment, this woman, this love that has been tested by fire and emerged stronger than ever.
“You know what's funny?” Rhea murmurs sleepily, her breath warm against my neck.
“What?” My fingers find their way to her silky blonde hair.
“I used to think great sex required passion and drama. But this is better than I ever imagined. The secret is being completely here and aware. How do we keep this magic when the routine returns?” she muses, inviting us to think beyond the moment.
“By always seeing each other, truly seeing, and never taking it for granted.
Every moment doesn't need to be all-consuming, but it can be meaningful. Everyday gestures will keep us connected.” I pull her closer until there's no space left between us.
“Leave it to you to turn pillow talk into philosophy.”
“I'm a complex woman with many layers,” she says with dignity that's undermined by the fact that she's completely naked and giggling.
“I'm looking forward to exploring every single one of them.” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I let her know how much I love the eternal depth she possesses. It’s what attracted me to her in the beginning, despite how much of a knockout she is.
“That's a lot of layers. Could take a lifetime.”
“Good thing I'm not going anywhere.”
She settles against me with a contented sigh, and as I listen to her quiet breathing, I’m overwhelmed by the miracle of this trust. Holding her, I feel not just love but worth. She gives me the certainty that I am enough. Her faith in me quiets my doubts, letting me feel accepted as I lie awake.
Tomorrow is Christmas morning, our first together as these new versions of ourselves.
We'll make breakfast, exchange the last Advent gifts, and savor the quiet.
A new tradition could involve cooking, sharing laughs over small culinary victories, and enjoying coffee.
Later, a walk in the park, holding hands, and dreaming of our future are in order.
We'll mostly stay in bed, talking and laughing like the two long-lost soulmates we are, who’ve been apart for too long.
But tonight, I’m exactly where I belong—holding the woman I love, and peace comes effortlessly, peaceful, brimming with meaning. I understand what it means to show up, to choose love, and to finally live fully inside this moment.
It's the best Christmas gift I could ever ask for.