The Crush

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

Farrah bucked her hips. “I want you inside of me.”

Kissing my way to her mouth, I was dying to feel her wet pussy wrapped around my cock.

We kissed frantically as I unzipped my pants and kicked them off. I nudged her legs apart before sinking into her, marveling at how tight she was.

“Damn, I forgot how good this felt, too,” she panted.

I’d told myself I was going to go slow, make love to her, but apparently that was impossible. Slow and easy didn’t last very long. I couldn’t take it anymore, speeding up my thrusts. I tried to regulate my breathing to keep from coming, needing to prolong this. That was no easy feat because it had been so damn long, and she was so wet. I fucked her harder as she dug her nails into my ass, the friction of her tight pussy nearly undoing me with every thrust.

Earlier, I’d thought maybe she wasn’t ready for this, but the way she gripped my body, urging me to go faster, harder, deeper, took away any doubts.

Shutting my eyes, I silently thanked God for allowing me the opportunity to be inside the woman I loved again. I’d never take this for granted, would never hurt her again. The only hard part was going to be convincing her of that.

At one point, she let out a loud gasp, prompting me to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t wake Nathan. Her muscles spasmed around me, and I let go, too, emptying my cum inside of her.

We lay together in sated bliss as I softly kissed her face.

“I lied,” I whispered.

“About what?”

“About this not meaning anything. It means everything to me, Farrah. And so do you. I love you so fucking much, and I never stopped.” She was quiet as I continued. “When you first told me you loved me three years ago, you told me not to say it in return. You didn’t want me to feel obligated. I loved you so much then, and I love you even more today. But you don’t owe me those three words or any validation right now. The only thing I want is for you to let me show you every day through my actions how much I love you. Let me make up for the time we lost.”

She didn’t say anything in response, but her eyes filled with tears. And that was good enough for me.

• • •

She woke to find me watching her. I’d been up early and unable to go back to sleep.

“What are you looking at?” she teased.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to be here with you on Christmas morning. It’s the best gift I could’ve asked for.”

Her delicate fingers traced the stubble on my jaw. “Do you need to get back to your dad?”

“I’m in no rush. Pretty sure he’ll be thrilled once he wakes up and realizes where I went. I left him a note.” I kissed her forehead. “Do you want me to leave before Nathan wakes up?”

She wrapped her hand around my waist and pulled me close. “No. I want you here.”

“Good. Because I’m not ready to leave you.” I kissed her firmly on the lips. “Let me handle any awkwardness with Nathan this morning. Okay? I don’t want you to stress.”

“I will gladly let you handle it.” She laughed.

We lay together for another half hour until we forced ourselves up and got dressed. I could hear Nathan puttering around in the kitchen.

“You ready?” I held out my hand. “Here we go…”

“Yup.” She threaded her fingers through mine and sighed.

Nathan was at the counter pouring a cup of coffee when we emerged together from Farrah’s room.

His eyes widened. “Oh…okay then.” He chuckled.

“Good morning,” I said.

His eyes went from Farrah’s to mine. “Morning…”

Farrah stayed quiet as she poured herself some java. She fumbled with the mugs, definitely nervous, even if the fear wasn’t anything like it used to be.

Nathan pulled a chair out and sat down. “I, uh, didn’t realize you came back here last night.” He took a sip of his coffee.

I nodded. “I did. Your sister wanted me here.” I pulled up a seat across from him, looked him dead in the eyes, and got straight to the point. “I love her very much. I never stopped.” I paused to look over at Farrah, who’d ceased what she was doing to listen. “And I’m not leaving this time, Nathan. In fact, I don’t ever want to spend another night away from her. Given that I live with my father at the moment, that means you’re gonna see a lot of my ass around here until I get my own place. I’d ask you if you were okay with that, but honestly, it won’t matter. I’m not making the same mistake twice. I don’t give a shit what you or anyone thinks anymore. I only care about her. If you have any questions, you can let me know.”