Always Us (Always and Forever 2)

Pulling back, I’m face-to-face with my lover, my keeper, my soul. I’m lost in all he is and he’s lost in me.

“I want to fill any void you have, I want to lick your wounds, bandage your heart back together, and save you from any kind of hurt that threatens to fall on you,” I cry, moving his face from my chest and into my waiting hands. I look deep into his eyes and see the reflection of the same desires I just expressed.

“I want to be that, too. I know we can be that for each other, baby. We always have been.”

Our mouths find each other and my heart flutters. Our tongues make sweet love to one another. Lifting me, he carries me to the bedroom. Laying my body out on the bed, he stands back. Staring at me, he begins undressing me ever so slowly, the butterflies in my stomach flutter and my skin prickles with arousal. I watch in wonderment when he begins to undress. I’m so lucky to have this beautiful human as mine.

I memorize the lines of his toned body, the muscles making the perfect outline to my Greek god.

“You look like an angel, your hair spread wild around you. Your creamy tan skin glowing under the city lights. Your perfect womanly curves, so enticing.” His fingers tug gently on his lip, tracing its path with his tongue.

“I’m yours.”

“My savior,” he says, leaning over me, his knee causing the bed to sink, his strong arms casing me in, one on each side of my head. He kisses my forehead and a fresh swarm of tears fall from the corner of my eye. He kisses each one away.

“You’re the air I breathe, and sometimes I almost suffocate because it’s too damn much for me.” My breath hitches with the skipping beat of my heart. Grabbing his face, I bring his mouth to col

lide with mine. I lick against his tongue and bottom lip; it’s slow, done with delicate movements.

“Tell me you love me, Trey.”

“You want me to tell you I love you, baby, or do you want me to show you?” He spreads my legs farther apart until my knees are flat against the bed.

“Both.” Biting his lip, he nods.

“Shayla.” My name sounds off on a whispered prayer. “You like this, don’t you?” Thrusting into me with one quick motion, I squeeze down on him and throw my head back, moaning, my hand pulling at my hair. The sudden invasion feeling like it’s nearly splitting me in half.

“Oh, my love.” He bites my nipple, and I come on a cry. That came out of nowhere; I couldn’t even feel it building.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much,” he grunts in my ear with each thrust. Once I come down from my orgasm, I start to feel the raw sensation building again.

“I love you,” I shout, unafraid of who can hear me, I could wake this entire building and be proud.

“You’re greedy, you’re squeezing me tight. I won’t last long.” Grabbing my hands from his shoulders, he throws them above my head and uses them as an anchor to thrust into me hard. He’s looking down at me; the only part of our bodies touching is from our connection.

“Your tits look so fucking full, I swear they’re growing. Maybe you’re pregnant with my child.” He moans, leaning to suck the top of my round breast.

“Yes, Trey! Fill me with your cum!” I moan as my walls tighten and my toes curl. I feel him growing harder, hitting my cervix, and within seconds I’m coming again.

“Say my name while I claim you,” he groans demandingly with his eyes glued to mine. They have a scary edge to them and it’s sexy as hell.

“Trey, please, make me yours!” I bite my lip when I watch him drop his head, his mouth falling open with my name rolling off his tongue, hot spurts filling me. I think we’re finished after a brief moment of heavy breathing and feathered kisses, but the second I kiss up his neck, I feel him growing inside me again.

“I still want you, let me take you again, Shayla?” He says my name like it’s something he needs now. I nod, a smile forming on my face.

“Take me.”

“Fuck.”

Just like that he takes me again, filling me with love and sweeping me off my feet. I am a woman obsessed.

STAYING INSIDE ME, HE WRAPS me in his arms, rolling over so I’m on his chest. We’re both silent, the only noise is the outside world hustling around us.

“I miss him.” His voice cracks loudly in the quietness. I take a second before I let my eyes drift to his face. It’s impassive, leading me blindly.

“Me, too. I’m glad you read the letter…do you wanna talk about it?”

He stares blankly at the ceiling. “I needed that, ya know? I’ve been so caught up in everything happening with his passing that I haven’t sat down to just think about him and what he would want.” Finally breaking our connection, he turns me so he can cradle me, my back to his front. I enjoy the soft kisses he peppers on my neck and shoulder.