I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward my face, lashing my tongue around wildly through her juices. She screamed out, grabbing the sides of the bed as I pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. I loosened the grip on her and slowed my mouth, deciding that I wanted to feel her come. I wanted to be inside of her, watching her body move, and feeling her grip tightly to me. I moved up her body, wiping my mouth on my arm, and took off my boxers. She gasped as my cock flew out from the cloth and slapped against her stomach. I reached over and took her hand in mine, pulling it to my lips and kissing it gently. I looked down into her eyes as I put her hand gently back, pulling her head upward and kissing her lips. Her breathing increased as I rubbed my shaft through the folds of her wet pussy.
I sat over her, rubbing my hands through her long dark hair and staring deeply into her eyes. She reached up and touched my face, a small tear leaving her eye and trickling down her cheek. Instantly, I dove my face down and kissed her lips, rolling to the side and pulling her on top of me. She pressed her hands against my chest and straddled me, looking down in my eyes. I pulled us backward and sat up, leaning my back against the bed frame, watching her as her tits bounced around. She looked deep into my eyes and sat up, grabbing my cock by the base and slowly sliding downward, pulling every inch of me inside of her so we became one.
Chapter 34
Josie
I leaned my body back as I lowered myself down onto his raging erection, feeling him fill me up fully. He pulled his body forward and wrapped my legs around his waist, running his hands down my body. As my eyes connected with his, I began to rock back and forth, feeling him move in and out of me. Our eyes were locked as we moved toward complete ecstasy. He groaned at the feeling of my body against him, taking us toward our climax. I fixated on his face, trying to hold back the feeling of the heat erupting from my stomach. I could feel his hands moving up and down my back, his nails gently grazing my skin.
“I love you,” I whispered as I leaned forward.
“I love you, too,” he said as darkness ran through his eyes.
He pulled his legs up underneath of him and pushed me forward, gently laying me on the bed, my legs still wrapped around his body. There was a need in the way he moved, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I loosened my legs, feeling the strain on my ankles, and looked up into his eyes as he took my thigh in his hand and thrust his hips forward. My back arched as his dick slowly moved out and then thrust forward, deep and hard. I clawed at his shoulders, feeling myself on the edge of ecstasy. He lowered his body down and pushed in and out of me, groaning loudly in my ear as my juices flowed over his shaft. I spread my hips open and took all of him into me, feeling his body begin to move faster and faster. The room was completely silent, and I listened to his raspy growls as he took me completely, our bodies wrapping around each other in total bliss.
He thrust faster, in and out, and my breathing began to increase, our bodies slamming into one another. I lifted my hips from the bed and felt as he pushed deep and hard, every inch of his cock entering me in one full movement. I screamed out, reaching to the sides and grabbing the blanket, allowing myself to let go of everything I had been holding inside. As my back arched and my body tensed, Blaine lowered his head and pressed his mouth against mine. I moaned as he pushed one last time, grabbing onto the covers above my head and letting go. As if we were cosmically in tune with one another, our orgasms synced, and I could feel his cock bulge against my vibrations. I moaned into his mouth, feeling every wave of pleasure echo through my bones. I could feel the groans escaping his throat, and I reached up, squeezing his muscles as he allowed the orgasm to completely take over.
As our pleasure decreased, he lowered himself to the side and kissed me gently, bringing his arms around me and pulling me close. I laid there listening to his heart beating in his chest, thankful that we were back together. I had never felt ecstasy of this magnitude, and I knew there would be no other man in my life that would bring that kind of pleasure to my body. I leaned in close to his chest and closed my eyes, taking in the moment for as long as it would last. Finally, as both of us began to recover, we rolled onto our backs and held tightly to each other’s hand. We lay there in silence, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the waves outside the window. I finally felt calm for the first time since everything happened, and knowing the family was behind bars and we were securely tucked in the house brought a level of solace to my life.
“What happens now?” I asked the question, unsure of the answer myself.
He lay there for several moments, contemplating what I had wondered. His eyes scanned the ceiling, and his hand grasped mine even tighter. I turned my head and looked at his face, wondering if he was going to answer or just let the question simmer. I was never the kind of girl that needed to know what every step in life was, but with the recent events, I needed some sort of beacon of hope. I needed some kind of guiding light, otherwise I feared that I would sit perfectly still.
“Now we are free to build a life together,” he said, turning his head toward me.
I looked into his deep eyes and wondered what type of life it was that he wanted. I questioned my ability to move forward after such traumatic events, but I knew that Blaine had done it when his parents had died, so it wasn’t unreachable. I knew that I would have to be strong in ways that I had never experienced before, and I knew that Blaine would be there to help me every step of the way. I wanted him, and that was it. I still had all my dreams, but I knew now that none of it mattered without him in my life. I knew that life was not going to be as beautiful and full of light without Blaine standing beside me and me beside him.
He turned his head back to the ceiling, and I knew he had more to say. I knew that he wanted to tell me something personal, something from deep inside of himself. I turned my head so I didn’t make him nervous, and I brought his hand up to my lips, kissing it softly. My lips lingered over his skin as he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. I sat there waiting for him to tell me just how he felt, and all of the things he never had the courage to tell me before.
“You changed me,” he said. “You made me want to be a better man from the very first time that I met you. There were so many dark corners of my life, but you have brought your light, and now I can see everything. You made me want to be stronger, to be virtuous, and to fight for what I believed to be true. You allowed me to trust another person with my heart, something I haven’t done since my parents died. You have been my angel and my savior. I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve given me. When I thought I was going to lose you, it tore my heart from my chest, and I knew that you were the only woman on this earth for me. I knew I couldn’t lose you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as he spoke those beautiful words. There was something so poetic about a woman pushing a man to be better. I was incredibly touched by how he felt about me and how he looked at his own future. I felt the same way as him, and without him, I knew that there was a good chance I wouldn’t be here. He saved my life in so many ways, and because of that, I was confused by his statement. There was no way that I could allow him to not take credit for being the man that literally saved my life. I couldn’t allow him to take away from the fact that I would have died a terrible death had he not had enough faith in me to come searching.
“I’m confused,” I said.
I turned my head toward him and looked at his beautiful eyes. He sat there thinking about what I said and I waited for him to finish, wanting to know just how much he understood where I was coming from. This was probably the most important question in our entire time of knowing each other, and for that, I did not want to rush it. There was too much at stake here. There w
as too much that we could lose by not being completely upfront and honest with each other. I was the one that felt as if I owed him more than my life. I had been the one that brought nothing but chaos to his. I brought death, danger, and craziness, and we had only known each other a little over a week. There was no way that I could be as important to his future and his person as he was to me. There were too many times that he talked me off a ledge and moved me to be a better person. I owed him so much, and I couldn't sit there and let him take away from all the things that he had done for me. My father was gone, and my mother was nowhere to be found. He was really the last person I had in the entire world.
“I thought you saved me,” I said, smiling. “You pulled me from the wreckage of my life and swooped in like a superhero, saving the day. You gave me hope when I had completely lost it, and you gave me strength when mine was all but gone.”
“Don’t you see,” he said, turning over on his side and staring down at me. “You rescued me from a life of loneliness. I don’t just mean relationship-wise, but companionship-wise as well. I was terrified to get close to anyone because it hurt so bad to lose my family. But when you came into the picture, you made me realize how short life really was, and that meant that I needed to open my heart to you and to the goals and dreams that I held so closely guarded. You made me not be lonely inside of my own head by pushing me to be a stronger man.”
I was speechless and didn’t even have the first clue as to what to say. He leaned forward, smiling and brushing his lips against mine. I took in a deep breath and leaned forward, laying my head back on his chest. He brushed my hair away from my face and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the waves. I was so completely and utterly in love with this man that it was insane.
As he drifted off to sleep, I stayed awake, listening to his heart and dreaming about our future. There were so many things that both of us wanted to accomplish, and though they were on different sides of the spectrum, I could tell that our lives crisscrossed right In the middle. That was what a true relationship was really about, having the ability to be your own self, but at the same time, find your paths crossing at the absolute perfect time. Blaine was that crisscross for me. He was that absolute, perfect moment in life, and I never wanted to give him up. I knew that no matter where I went in this world, Blaine would be with me every step of the way.
I turned over in the bed and snuggled my head into the pillow, feeling Blaine turn over toward me and slide his arms around my waist, pulling me close. I had loved the feeling of his arms since the first time we made love, and now, it meant even more to me, knowing that we had almost died. I couldn’t help but think that although the situation had been terrible, it was almost a blessing that it happened the way it did. I no longer had to make a decision about my future. I was free to do whatever I wanted. What I wanted the most was to have Blaine close to me every night and kiss me every morning before I went to work. It may be simple, but it sure as hell beat the mobsters.
Epilogue
Blaine
It had been two months since everything had happened. Every single one of the mob family ended up with a prison sentence, and after the judge heard what Paulie and Harry had done to Josie, he threw the book at them. I was pretty sure Harry wasn’t going to get out of prison alive this time, having made some enemies squealing on them in an attempt to get a plea bargain. The judge dropped all the charges against Josie, paid her restitution, and made a public apology for the way she was treated by the department. She didn’t seem to like the attention, but I was happy she was getting vindication. She was able to get her father cremated, and his ashes sat in the living room of my place, which is now our place, on a marble pedestal by the fireplace.
I took Josie’s hand and carefully helped her up the short flight of steps. She was blindfolded and feeling around her, trying to figure out where I was taking her. I opened the shop door and stepped inside, pulling her forward into the space. I was so excited to give her this gift, it was unbelievable. I closed the door behind us and stepped behind her, pulling the blindfold from her face.
“Ta-da,” I said, walking around and watching her face.