“We do?” I ask, no longer talking about property and home building. “You don’t think it’s weird or presumptuous?”
“No.” He presses a kiss to my cheek, then my lips. “Not weird. Perfect and right.”
Twenty
Grady
“Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.”
George Orwell
She’s staying.
Lying naked, her skin damp with exertion, she holds my cock to her lips while I fuck her with my fingers. It doesn’t seem fair for her; the pleasure is balanced in my favor. It’s what she wanted, though. And I can’t complain about the view. Her lips slide over me, along with her eyes, taking me in, deep and intently.
A moan hums around my shaft, and my abs twitch with impending climax. Not yet, not until she does. Or, at least, until she’s close. The way her thighs shake, she must be close.
I don’t know if she realizes, but there isn’t any pain. No sting of pulled hair, which is mostly all I’ve given her. I’ll nibble hard here and there. I won’t strike. I’ll never strike. Every time we’re together, she drifts further away from what she told me she needed.
She doesn’t need the hurt.
She needs me.
And I need her.
I add a finger, filling her wetness. She presses down on her heels, lifting her hips to meet my hand. I grind my palm down.
She curses—a sign she’s close. Lou cusses and calls my name before she comes. Every time.
She’s staying.
Thank fucking hell, because I can’t hold out much longer. Not when her tongue does that cupping thing, where it curls around my dick like she’s making a channel for it. She draws me in, and I help by thrusting forward. That’s all it takes to throw her over.
But she doesn’t stop sucking me down while she shatters. Her hands find purchase on my hips, and she pulls me closer.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp as I spurt onto her waiting tongue.
She takes it all, not losing a drop. How? I have no fucking idea. She’s magical, a mystical creature that somehow landed in my lap.
Maybe I go a little crazy when we fuck, too.
When I’m spent and she’s swallowed it all down, I collapse next to her, taking her mouth with my own.
“Perfect and right,” I repeat. A safer three words than the ones that want to be voiced. I’ve only told those to one woman. Regardless of what my heart is telling me, my brain says to refrain.
Even if…
She’s staying.
Louisa,
We had good times, you and I. Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been remembering all the best times we had together.
That trip to Jamaica. The time we visited your parents in your quaint childhood home. I remember it all well. Do you?
You must not, since you’ve taken your accident to the press and lied about my involvement. Why would you betray me that way? Especially when I’ve loved you so deeply.
I’m heartbroken.
