“I’m taking care of you.”
She stepped between my legs. Completely bare and with her chest rising and falling rapidly as she kneeled on the plush cream rug. She picked up one of my feet and slipped the sock off, repeating the process with the other. Her fingers trailed up my calves to my knees. She stopped and kissed each one. Her eyes meeting mine from under her lashes as her hands swept up the outside of my thighs to my black leather belt. She unbuckled it and pulled it off in a couple of tugs. Leaning forward she unbuttoned my trousers.
“Lift.” She commanded in a sweet husky voice.
She worked them down my legs with my boxers and threw them on top of her clothes. Her breasts rubbing up my thigh as she leaned into me, rising slowly until she lifted herself onto my lap. Her thighs straddling mine as her fingers worked the few buttons that were left out of their holes. Her mouth gaped as she let out a soft sigh and traced her nails up my chest to my shoulders before she pushed the starched cotton off them and down my arms. And then she just stopped and pulled back.
Her arse pushed back onto my knees as her eyes slowly took me in. My eyes. My lips. My neck. Her eyes softened as she got to my chest like she could see something that I couldn’t. She splayed one of her hands right on top of my heart.
“I love everything about you, Jamie,” She breathed. “But most of all, I love your big, beautiful heart.”
Her eyes rose back to mine and she pulled herself closer. Her chest completely flush with mine. I ran my hands up her smooth legs to her arse cheeks tugging her completely down on me. She closed her eyes on a long languid moan as my dick pressed against her wet heat.
I couldn’t help but watch, utterly mesmerised, as her head fell back. I’d never seen or felt anything as graceful and stunning as her. She raised herself over me and tilted my face up to hers. Her lips dropping soft kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose and finally my lips. She sighed as my tongue slipped between her plump lips. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders. My dick bobbing at her entrance.
“Quincy—”
“We’re good.” She rasped back quickly.
I held my shaft as she sank down slowly. And holy Jesus almighty…Her breath hitched as her nails bit down into my traps. Her forehead touching mine as she exhaled and took me in completely. Every single explicative crossed my mind and begged to roll off my tongue at the feel of her pussy around me. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to soil the moment with any of them. I’d thought about and imagined what it would feel like to be buried inside her for so long. Before I even kissed her the first time when we were barely adults.
A hoarse moan parted her lips as I cupped her arse and lifted her so that just the tip of my cock remained inside her and when I guided her back down her fingers twisted and pulled at my hair.
“Oh my…” She sighed as her teeth bit down on her lip and her eyes widened on mine. She wrapped herself around me as I knotted my fingers in her hair and pulled, tilting her lips to mine.
Being inside her was so much more than anything I’d ever imagined. I could feel her pussy clench around me as I drove deeper into her. Her skin dampened as our bodies moved together. Her breaths getting shorter and quicker. My dick pulsing as we got closer to breaking point. Her moans getting louder and incoherent. Her moves desperate and jagged, just as my thrusts became deeper and unrefined.
I wrapped my arms around her tightly as her nails scratched into my shoulders. Her head falling back as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I could feel her getting wetter, her core hotter and tighter as she pulled me in deeper till we felt inseparable. We were completely melded together. I could feel my cock swell as I pumped harder and faster into her. My teeth bit down on her nipple as she came with a loud echoing moan, my release filling her.
Then it was all just a quiet breathiness, and it didn’t matter how tight I held her because it just wasn’t tight or close enough. I just wanted to hold her and catch her as she fell apart. I wanted to break her and put her back together myself because that was something that I had never been able to do before now. When other people, situations and life had broken her I wasn’t able to put her back together even when I’d caught her or when I’d held her.
She sagged into me. Her arms dangling over my shoulders as mine continued holding her to me. She hummed in bliss as I stroked her dark golden hair off her face. She peeked up at me with shining eyes and flushed cheeks. Her lips twisting into a beautiful contented smile. I knew then that I could never let her go.
Quincy
"Quincy?"
“Mmmm?” I snuggled deeper into his chest breathing in the faint smell of his body wash mixed with our sweat and cigarettes. My fingers enjoying the feel of the light smattering of hair on his chest.
“I love you too.” He pulled my body flush to his and hiked my leg over his. My heart fluttering with his words even though I’d already known.
“I know.”
“You know?” His hand cupped my chin and tilted my face up to him.
He looked at me like I’d told him some big secret. Like he hadn’t showed me every time he helped stitch another of my shredded pieces back together. I giggled at his furrowed brow. My finger smoothing the fleshy parallel lines in the middle.
“Why else would you have taken care of me all this time?”
He opened his mouth and then closed it again like he’d thought better of what he was going to reply with, but the glint in his eyes exposed the quip he held back. He rolled me onto my back and shuffled down my body where he laid his head over my belly button. His finger traced the rib under by boob, closest to my heart.
“What does it mean?” He breathed into my skin as his finger traced the first small black line, pressed the following dots and smoothed over the last dashes.
“Theo.”
His sharp intake of breath startled me. I could feel the question burning his lips as his face scrunched with confusion.
“Before Theo I thought everything was fine. I thought that my life was pretty great for the most part. I didn’t realise that I was lost in a life that I’d dreamt of and created for myself. Then he came along, and I know that I only got to hold him for a moment. I wish that I’d held him longer. That I’d held him tighter. Sometimes I wish I’d never let him go.” My eyes prickled as tears collected at the brim. “But despite all the pain and all the anger. All the darkness that followed him, it made me realise that I had just been bobbing along with every wave that came and went. His silence told me it wasn’t enough anymore. So that’s the reason for the Morse Code, because he may not have been able to physically speak to me, but he still showed me that there was more.”