“I do have compassion. But my concern is with you. I can’t make you stop loving him, but I can help you see that he might need more than just you.”
That makes me pause. Does he need more? The thought of him leaving me is too horrible to bear.
“I love him. It’s going to be great. You’ll see,” I say, my voice firm because it is true.
“Yes… I’m sure,” she says dryly.
I smell the delicious heat and clean soap as the shower turns off. “I have to go. I love you, Mom. Tell Cindy I’ll call soon.”
“I love you. Think about what I said, Charlize.”
“Charlie,” I say as my mind starts to swirl. Am I being codependant? Is my love strong enough? A tingle of doubt enters my head like a small wound that wants to fester and grow.
“I have to go. I love you too.” I hang up and take a breath.
What am I doing? I’m in uncharted territory. Closing my eyes, I let all my thoughts come. David, as a boy, Tabatha, our first kiss. His fucking smile with the dimple I’m sure only I see. How can I be wrong? How can he be wrong? How do you give up on someone you love more than anyone in the world?
“You okay?” His voice makes me shiver. As I look up, his beautiful face comes into focus. “No more phones.” He takes mine and tosses it onto my nightstand. “It’s just us.” He climbs into bed. Jesus, he’s become my life. I can’t be wrong.
“What’s that beautiful head thinking about?” He strokes my cheek.
“I’m scared.” I puff out and launch myself into his arms.
He holds me tight, his strong body radiating a heat that makes me feel almost faint.
“I’m scared too, but we’re going to be okay.” He kisses my face. It’s wet with tears. Shifting slightly, he kisses my mouth, slowly, tenderly.
“I love you, David. All of it, even if it’s wrong… I do.”
He lifts his head and holds mine with both hands as his eyes caress my face. “No matter what happens, you are my light, my girl.” Then he dips his head and takes my lips in another kiss that makes me question everything but us.
I cling to him as he deepens it. “Clothes off. This is all we need—just us.”
His mouth trails down my throat and all my worries, fears that maybe everything is not okay vanish as I lose myself in him.
I nod and take off my shirt as he unbuttons my shorts and tosses them in the corner. My panties are pretty much a strip of cotton and he rips those off.
He’s fast, almost frantic in his movements. “I need to be inside you. Fuck, I might have to stay inside you for days.”
I moan as his mouth attacks mine. His tongue is strong and he tastes like minty toothpaste. As he moves down to my chin, I throw caution to the wind.
“David?” I moan as he latches on to my right nipple almost painful in his sucking.
He lifts his eyes, and we stare at each other as I open my legs. Without hesitating, he slides his cock hard into me as I scream out loud.
“You want it hard this morning?” I don’t have to answer. I’m so turned on I can feel all my wetness dripping onto the sheets. He grinds into me as I grab onto him and thrust upward.
“Jesus.” He pounds the bed as he ruts into me. “I want all of you.”
“You can have everything.” I pant into his mouth.
“I warned you not to let me take everything.” He leans down to kiss me, but instead, he bites the bottom of my lip.
“David…” I throw my head back. My pussy is almost ready to convulse, the orgasm building is so intense that along with David sucking on my bottom lip, he lifts his head right as I come. His pretty eyes narrow as he watches my every move. The noises I’m making are animalistic as my body pulses.
He keeps fucking me and I want to scream Stop, but it feels so good. I’m like a tight wire getting ready to snap again.
“Yeah… Kiss me, baby. Give me your soul. I need it. I need all of you.” I do, and I go over in pulsing, exquisite pleasure.
“Say it,” he demands.
I scream his name. I might have said I love him. His body jerks, almost convulses as he comes hard, so much so that it’s dripping out and onto my ass. Jesus, I love him and everything about him, even the tragic parts, especially the tragic parts. He’s my everything. I’m scared I want more than he’s able to give.
David looks down at me as I avert my eyes to his full mouth. He doesn’t need to know all my secrets. He kisses my forehead, then my eyes, and on to my mouth. He whispers something in French as he pulls out and rolls to his back, pulling me on top of him.