So, I pressed in, filling her in a long, steady stroke that had her arching more, opening more, until I was seeped inside. Until I was a part of her.
A tear ran down her cheek.
“Holly.”
She opened her eyes and gave me a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry I’m being a dope. I just…I can’t believe I could have lost you. I’ve been such an idiot.”
I kissed her lips. “Don’t talk like that. You’re here now. That’s what matters.” I trailed my lips down her neck and over her collarbone. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, loving the texture and taste of it. And how it always made her pussy clench over my dick.
Her hands ran down my back and held my ass, encouraging me to move. So, I did. Together our bodies rocked, each pushing the other closer and closer to the edge, until we were unable to resist the pull of pleasure, and we leapt into bliss as we clung to each other and our new found love.
Epilogue
Holly – four months later
The afternoon I showed up at Tucker’s, planning to ask for a second chance, I was scared to death. I was surprised at how kind he was, even funny at first, and I wondered if he was over me already. Maybe I’d been right in that because of his youth, he would see this as just another love affair and move on.
But as I took my chance and talked to him, I saw the pain I’d inflicted was still there and I wasn’t sure he was ready to forgive me, if he ever would be.
I realized I wasn’t doing a very job of it by not focusing on what I wanted and what he needed to hear. That I loved him and wanted to be with him. Even then I wasn’t sure how it would go. He’d have every right to push me away, since that was all I’d done to him. I’d built a wall and each time he tried to breach it by telling me how he felt, I dismissed our feelings to push him back again. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him, but that I was terrified of the love I had for him.
But like the beautiful, sweet man he was, he did forgive me. He opened his heart and let me in again, and I vowed I wouldn’t mess it up ever again. After he made love to me, I pushed him back straddling him, and touching him and kissing him, everywhere. I wanted him to know that I loved him deeply. I wanted to make amends and fix the pai
n I’d put in his eyes, in his heart.
When I was done, as he came, leaving a part of him inside me as he said my name, I felt the final bits of my heart, my soul, finally mending together.
We lay together, my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“Would it be too soon to ask you to move back with me?” I asked. It felt too soon, and yet I desperately wanted to have what we’d had before when he was at my house, only better because it was real.
“More fixits to be done?” he asked with humor.
“Just here,” I said, putting his hand over my heart.
“If I haven’t fixed that yet, I better get started.” He rolled me underneath him and kissed me between my breasts. “But to be sure, I should probably move in.”
I held him to me and vowed to never let go.
We moved him back that very night. He cooked me dinner, replaced a light bulb in the bathroom, and made love to me all night long. How I’d nearly lost this man was beyond me. Clearly, I’d been not thinking right.
Did I have moments of worry about our age difference still? Yes. But I did as he told me to do, and was honest with him when it happened. He always responded in a way that pushed my doubts aside.
It took a little more effort on his part when he brought me home to meet his mother over Thanksgiving.
“She knows everything?” I asked as we flew to Chicago.
He kissed my hand. “Where do you think I learned about being honest with feelings. But it will be fine Holly. I promise.”
“What if she doesn’t like me?”
“She will.” His smile seemed so sure.
“How do you know?”
“Because I love you.” My heart did that little roll it always did when he said those three little words to me.
His mother was very kind, even when she got me alone, and grilled me. “I don’t care, Holly, that you’re older. Tucker knows who he is and what he wants, and he wants you. That’s enough for me. But if you hurt him again—”