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“I think if I could tell my teenage self anything, it would be that there is light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel is dark and long, but there is light.” It feels like he understands what I am saying, and he looks at me with intense adoration. “What about you? What would you tell your seventeen-year-old self?” I ask, interested to get a glimpse into his upbringing. We still haven’t delved into that part of our lives.
“Don’t listen to my mother…” he mutters as he looks up to the ceiling. He has mentioned her a few times, and none of it in a positive light.
“She was trying to find you a wife, wasn’t she?” I ask, the memory sitting in my gut, a little like lead. Would he introduce me to his mother one day?
“Still is. But I told her that I have a girlfriend, and I am not interested in any woman she tries to set me up with,” he says, looking at me.Girlfriend? He’s told his mother about me?There are so many feelings running through my body at once. I look at him as I smile, not able to hide the happiness I feel in this moment. I really like the new me I have found. My past is still there but buried a little deeper than it has ever been.
“What did she say?” I ask, my heart beating faster.
He laughs. “Well, she wasn’t too happy that she didn’t get to pick you.” I am not sure if that is a good or bad thing.
“Do you think she will like me?” I ask, looking at him seriously, all of a sudden feeling extremely vulnerable. He stares at me as the question runs through his mind.
“My mother is not a nice woman. She doesn’t talk to any of my brothers’ partners. They don’t have a relationship with her at all. I am the only son who still talks to her.” My chest hurts as I see pain in his eyes. I have never had a mother, so I don’t really know any difference, but I have had some wicked foster moms, and I couldn’t wait to get away from them.
“I take that as a no, then,” I say, smiling, trying to lighten the mood, but feeling a little deflated.
“My brothers are all dying to meet you, though,” he says, grinning.
“Really?” I ask, surprised and delighted. “You’ve told them about me?”
“Pfftt. I told them about you ages ago. I was a goner the moment I met you, I told you that.” His fingers push back the hair at the side of my face before they cup my cheek. “My dad would have liked you too…” he says, his voice drifting a bit.
“You know I am just keeping you around for your amazing skills in the kitchen,” I joke, leaning into him.
“And my amazing skills in the bedroom.” His hands sneak around my back, starting to tickle me.
“Eddie. Stop!” I say, my laughter already bouncing around the room. I have never felt this light, this carefree. It is almost like the stormy clouds of my life have finally parted and all I see is the bright-yellow sun. Eddie is drenching me in sunlight, which is overwhelmingly welcome after so many storms.
“Stop what? I'm not doing anything.” He feigns innocence as his fingers continue to tickle me, and I squirm underneath him.
“Eddie!!!” I scream and giggle, my legs kicking out. My laughter bounces around the room. I have laughed so much since I met him, I feel like a new person. He is quick as he flips me onto my back and hovers over me, his hands gripping mine, our fingers intertwined at the sides of my head. I pant to catch my breath, and he looks at me, intensity burning in his gaze. I swallow at that look. We went from playful to erotic in under a minute. This man is a magician.
Our eyes remain locked on each other as he lowers his head, and his tongue swipes across my nipple.
“Eddie…” I breathe out a moan as I relax under him. He maneuvers his body and uses his legs to spread my own, positioning himself on top of me. His hands are still tight in mine.
He sucks then, his lips and tongue playing with my breasts as he takes his time teasing me, moving from one to the other, getting me all hot and flustered. I try to move a hand, wanting to touch him, sink my fingers into his hair, but he holds me tight. Instead, I move my hips to feel more of him, needing the friction.
“Mmmmm, I want you… I like you doing that…” I moan. When I am with him, I think of nothing else. Not work, not Steve, not my bank balance. When I am with him, nothing else matters.
“Making you mine,” he says as he lifts his head and his eyes meet mine. I melt a little more at his words, just as he moves his hips and pushes into me. My mouth opens on a gasp as I feel him, my hips automatically lifting to take him deep.
He pulls back and then pushes again, his movements slow, almost erotic as his head lowers and he continues sucking on my breasts.
“Eddie… Oh …” He thrusts so slowly it is hard to take. I feel like I am about to explode yet tiptoe the edge so often it is almost frustrating.
“Yes, baby?” he asks, knowing exactly what he is doing. His lips trail up my chest, and he kisses my neck.
“Eddie, I need… I need…” I pant out, not sure what I need, but needing something.
“What do you need, Katie? Tell me what you want,” he whispers teasingly as he kisses my jaw. His thrusts are sensual, pushing me closer and closer to heaven before pulling me back again. I try to move my hand again, needing to touch him, but his grip is tight.
“I need…” I whimper, moving my hips, trying to get more from him, but his movements stay on pace, his slow thrusts almost killing me.
“Does this feel good? You like me taking you like this?” he asks, and I can hear his voice wavering, so I know he isn’t immune either.
“I want… please…” I have resorted to begging. I am panting. I don't know how much longer I can take it.
