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For my brother’s sake and for the person I wanted to be, I pretend that love was a sickness, drowning and rotting people from the inside out. My father torched my mother in his love, leaving her to burn. She was only ashes by the end of it. I never wanted to be left behind and broken. I keep to myself because of it.
At night though, when the moon was high, and stars covered the sky, I dreamed of a love that was so heady, so potent, that it made me drunk at the thought.
What I feel for Eddie right now, as our bodies twine together like climbing vines, is very close to that intoxicating feeling I craved only in the dark.
“Eddie, harder,” I pants, letting the words slip out in a whisper that’s dripping with need. I want to feel myself throbbing around him as he shoves in and out of me.
Eddie’s carved muscles ripple as he holds himself above me and something about how strong he looks makes me ache for him, seeing him as even more handsome.
He complies, pushing himself further inside, filling me fully with his hard length.
I can’t help but gasp as he’s buried inside of me, as close as we can possibly be. He stops for a moment, letting us both enjoy and revel in the feeling of our joined bodies.
This is beginning to feel surreal, and I feel overwhelmed with my love for him. Because I know now that I have always loved him, and I do still.
“I want you to come around me,” Eddie murmurs in my ear, scraping his teeth across my skin. “I want to feel you as you come undone when I’m inside you.”
I can’t do anything but nod breathlessly, and Eddie braces himself on his arm before he moves his other hand to my wet pussy. His fingers trace the bundle of nerves there, circling gently, and as he does, he begins to thrust in and out of me.
I tangle my fingers into the bedsheets with one hand, and my other hand presses into Eddie’s back, digging my nails into his skin. I can feel my release building, ready to send me over the edge as Eddie rocks into me, buried deep over and over.
I let out what sounds like a sharp cry to my ears, letting go around Eddie’s hard length and feeling the most intense sort of pleasure as he moves his hips. My hands are in his hair, and I know he’s getting close.
I’m aching for him to fill me with his seed. I want to feel the way he comes apart inside of me, losing himself to the feeling like I am.
This feels like the beginning of something, the first page in a very long book that I just can’t wait to read.
Eddie’s kisses are addictive, and his touch is like warmth on a very cold day. I can’t help but want him as badly as I need the air to breathe.
Eddie continues his thrusting as I recover from my orgasm. He impales with his kisses, and I can feel his hand down below again, orchestrating my hot button to come again along with him.
My God, this man has stamina, yet, his efforts are not wasted. I feel the familiar tingle, and I know a second orgasm is coming.
He can tell by my body’s reaction that it will be soon. Like a feral madman, Eddie begins to thrust even harder, trying to speak words to me that only sound like heated growls.
I feel his hot release within my walls and shatter again. We come together, a product of our passion, and dare I say, love. Eddie gives one last thrust and slowly collapses beside me, pulling me close.
Eddie is my salvation, and he is what I want for the rest of my life. The thought of another man touching me the way he is sickens me, and I don’t even want to attempt to imagine it at all.
This beautiful man has found something in the very being of who I am that he likes, and I’m not going to question this one stroke of good luck. Whatever merciful god sent Eddie Snow to me has my favor for life.
I can’t imagine a more beautiful forever. To be entangled with this man in his bed until the stars have lost their light to the dark. I don’t ever want to be parted from his side because now that I’ve had him, I don’t know if I could be without him again.
My whole life since my dad left, I’ve lived in a cycle of sadness and tragedy. Now, I want to keep this one shining light in my life. I want to be the one that Eddie turns to when he needs the light.
What’s growing between us is playing out like a beautiful story in my mind.
Of course, the fairy tale in my mind doesn’t line up exactly right.
Suddenly, the phone rings on the bedside table, shrill and bright through the room. Eddie lets out a groan and rolls over to get the phone.
And yeah, that’s just my luck, isn’t it?
CHAPTERTEN
Eddie
I mourn the loss of Kathleen’s warmth already. I want to throw my phone across the room and worry about nothing but her. We’ve only begun to explore ourselves sexually. I can tell Kathleen has much to give, and I’m more than willing to receive her affection.
