Chapter 24 #2
She reaches behind her, searching blindly for the door handle, and eventually fumbles it open.
Purple walls. The bed is made, and the sheets are white with pink flowers. A mirror on the far wall. I can only pick up the vaguest details as I carry her to the bed and set her down, turning her to face away from me. She’s on her knees, looking over her shoulder at me in curiosity.
It makes the blood slam through my cock, still damp at the tip with her slickness from before, and I pull her back towards me, her back to my chest, and I can finally, finally touch this woman the way I’ve wanted to since the moment I laid eyes on her, and I can’t decide what I want to do first.
So I do it all.
Kisses down her neck and along her shoulder.
One hand massaging her breasts, fingers plucking lightly at her nipples until I figure out which way makes her breath catch.
The other hand smoothing down her stomach, to her hips, down the inside of her thigh.
..back up...she’s holding her breath. I think I am too as my fingers find my own personal paradise between her legs, smoothing her wetness everywhere until it’s covered her clit.
I gently but firmly massage it until she’s trembling in my arms.
“Oh my god,” she mumbles in a high voice that sounds like it’s being torn from her.
“Good?” I ask breathlessly in her ear. Now is all that exists. My racing pulse is throbbing in my fingertips.
“Uh-huh,” she manages, squirming against me, and I can’t take it anymore. My dick is painful with need, and again it finds her pussy of its own volition, and once again I’m pressing inside her. It’s like a magnet that keeps drawing me back, deeper this time. I just can’t not anymore.
We both groan with a mixture of relief and a desperate need for more as I slide slowly, slowly all the way in.
"You feel so fuckin' good," I whisper truthfully in her ear, and she shivers lightly. It’d be easy to just give in to the glorious push and pull, the hot, wet, tight feeling clamping and squeezing around me, but I need her to enjoy this as much as I am.
I need it more than I thought possible, more than I want my own climax, which my whole body is yelling and raging for.
So I keep rubbing her clit, battling for enough focus to try new motions, new speeds, new pressure.
Firm, steady circles seem to win the day, and the noises she’s making are the sexiest I’ve ever heard. Her breath comes faster, and little grunts and cries build until she’s squirming against me, and I feel the first flutters of her walls clenching around me, and...and…
I grit my teeth hard and hold on for everything I’m worth as she breaks and gushes and shudders, crying out in a way that gets me right in the feels, pride flowing through my veins.
But god, it’s almost too much, and I growl a little as I withdraw, holding her up as she collapses against me, fighting off coming myself. Not yet.
Not. Yet.
Emily
Well, that’s a first.
Two firsts, in fact.
One: I’ve never had a first screw that didn’t start off in missionary. I love love LOVE missionary, don’t get me wrong (and anyone who says it’s boring simply isn’t doing it right, end of, don’t even @ me), but this was hotter than anything ever in my life, OH MY GOD…
And two: confession time. I’ve never once come while anyone has been inside me before. I can’t come from penetration alone, I need some clit lovin’. And he just gave me the best of both worlds.
I can’t believe how amazing that was.
It makes me want to pounce on him and bite and lick and ride him until he explodes.
And what’s stopping me from doing exactly that?
As I float back down to earth, I turn and meet his blazing gaze. He’s sweating a little, vibrating as he brings himself back under control. My smile makes his eyes light up, and I reach to undo the messed up man bun just about holding his hair in check.
I tug, and all that gorgeous dark hair spills down. He smiles back at me, leaning forward for a kiss.
I kiss him back. Once. Twice...
And then pull him towards me so I can push him back on the bed.
He lets out the sexiest throaty chuckle, and, without thinking about it any further, I straddle his body and reach under me to take his erection in my hand.
He’s just such an ideal size, and his girth makes me want to crow with filthy joy.
He gasps a little, and his head lolls back onto the bed.
Oops. He’s kind of half on and half off the pillow, so I put my hand under his neck and lift slightly.
Amused, he leans up and allows me to place the pillow under his head, his eyes softening.
“Thank you,” he says in that Cajun rumble that got me into this bed with him, and leans up to kiss me again.
I will never get bored with these kisses.
Or with the gorgeous body art under my fingertips.
One day I will trace every line of his Samoan tribal tattoo with my tongue.
One day I will kiss every inch of the lifelike skull on his tight abs.
But not now. I can’t wait any longer to have him back inside me again.
So those pleasures will have to wait for another time.
Without further ado, I place his pulsing cock at my entrance, and slide down in one smooth motion, all the way to his root.
And that’s when it hits me.
I haven’t done this position in years. I always used to enjoy it, but Gav never liked it (which, of course, was my fault), so we never did it with me on top ever.
But now I want to. Because it feels right. And so good...
I watch his face carefully as I undulate my hips, sliding up and down, and the best phrase I can think of to describe the look on it is ‘blissed out’.
He groans. He pants. He groans some more.
He clutches at me. He even smiles, his eyes sleepy as he looks up at me, thrusting upwards to match my rhythm.
God, this really does feel fantastic.
And finally, the demons are gone. I’m not magically cured - even Eli’s magnificent dick can’t wipe away the scars from all those years - but I’m done making comparisons between him and my ex. Because it just doesn’t compare. Gav’s shitty opinions don’t matter to me anymore.
What I felt with Gav isn’t in the same league as what I feel for Eli. Not even close.
And I know now that it's time to let the memories of all the emotional abuse go. That’s enough, now.
I say a little goodbye to the sad, grey, nervous person I was, and ride my love until he’s groaning with pent-up, unrestrained desire. He pulls me down so we are nose to nose, raking his hands through my hair, and tugging it in a way that turns me on more than I can express with words.
With my body, however, I can, and I frantically grind into him, but I can’t quite get the pressure and motion right enough to trigger the second orgasm I’m craving.
He notices, and then rolls me over onto my back.
Both my wrists are manacled above my head in one of his hands - hot - and with the other, he plays with my clit again as he drives into me, too shrewd by half.
He’s paid attention and learned me already.
He knows what I need without having to be told.
And I think that’s what makes me holler a little when his fingers do everything right and push me over the edge into bliss again, because this is fantastic and he’s wonderful and I’m so very, very lucky…
“God...chere,” he grinds out, his movements becoming jerky, a shudder running through him.
I love that he roars hoarsely when he comes.
I love that he rests his head in the crook of my neck as he lets go, letting me hold him together as he shatters.
I love that I can feel the hot flood of his semen inside me.
I love him, full stop. And I'm not afraid to say it.
“I love you,” I murmur unabashedly as our heart rates slow their juddering paces. I can feel his beats and mine clashing, out of perfect sync but still together, and it feels like the best kind of chaos.
I feel his smile against my neck as he raises his head, his hair falling down to shield both of us from the world. It’s just him and me.
“I love you, too, chere,” he replies without hesitation, and I believe him. “So much.”
Eli
I’ve never basked in the afterglow like this before.
My fingers trace up and down her spine as I roll her on top of me, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder. She traces patterns on my chest with her fingertip, and her hair tickles my skin as she lifts her head to look at me.
“I wish I could visit Past Emily,” she says softly. “Tell her about you.” Her eyes are sleepy, but filled with happiness, and I take a mental snapshot so I can sketch them out later for a tattoo. I’ll get Leo to do it, maybe over my heart.
I smile. “What would you tell her?” I’m curious.
She thinks for a moment, leaning her chin on my chest. “That it’s all worth it,” she decides finally.
“All of it. Every single one of the days I spent with Gav, the tears, the bullying, the gaslighting...every moment. Because it meant that I left at the exact right point to move here, find this job, and be led straight to you. And knowing what I now know - that the best guy in the world was waiting for me at the end of it - I’d do it all again.
It would have just made things easier to know about you in advance,” she chuckles.
"It would’ve given me something to hold on to. "
Wow.
I can’t speak. Emotions I don’t think I’ve ever felt are clogging my throat, so I brush her hair back behind her ear, openly gazing at her. My girl. My happily ever after, I just know it.
I gently pull her face towards me and kiss her, rolling her back underneath me where I can keep her safe, always, cherished the way she deserves to be.
I have the sense of home, the way I haven’t felt since I left New Orleans behind. That city has personality and verve and color like a living, breathing entity, and I thought I’d never have that warm feeling of home here, ever, but I was wrong. It is here, in her arms.
We’re both home now.