Always Us (Always and Forever 2)

“I want to spoil you for all the great things you’ve done for me this weekend.” She kisses the deep grove of my V; the sensation has my head falling back slightly, my mouth agape. Something crackles in the air, and I feel the spark between us ignite. Something is different—knowing we aren’t just a couple anymore, but now we’re getting married, seems to be moving through our bodies, connecting us like magnets, like permanent pieces of a puzzle being glued together. This is my fucking woman, my breath, my soul, everything that keeps me living day to day.

I feel her warm mouth wrap around the tip of my dick and I harden fully. Groaning into the air, I silence myself, biting my lip, letting my eyes watch her mouth on my angry red cock.

There isn’t a more perfect sight than the one in front of me. Her ass is extended in the air her perky tits on full display for me to stare at while she drags her tongue along the bottom of my cock.

“Give me your eyes, while you have me.” My cock drops from her warm mouth, and my hands leave her hair so I can grab her chin and lift it.

“Yes, baby,” she replies, then continues to slowly torture me, knowing exactly what she’s doing. Fitting only half of me in her mouth before it hits the back of her throat, she uses her hand and gently strokes the base of my dick. I watch for a few minutes until I can’t take any more. The sight of her combined with the feel of her mouth sends me off, making every fucking amount of restraint I have, combust. My balls are drawing up as she palms them, that familiar sensation building. I’m going to come faster than I have before, and I’m not fucking ashamed.

“I’m gonna come, babe, give me your tits.” Letting me drop from her mouth with a soft popping noise, she pushes back, extending her arms straight. I grab my shaft, pulling and slamming back down, using the wetness from her mouth as my lubricant. She leans more so her big sexy tits are just above my cock, and with a few hard, punishing strokes, hot spurts shoot up onto her chest. We both keep our eyes locked on one another while I come, my body twitching with the aftershocks. I feel completely turned on—physically, emotionally, fuck me.

“Wow.” Her whisper echoes in the quiet room.

“Wow, is right, baby,” I respond, finding my shirt next to us on the bed and helping clean her up.

Comfortable silence falls on us when we finally settle into place. The ocean waves in the background our soundtrack and the moonlight giving me a view of her perfect body. I’m lying on my side next to her, my head propped on my hand. Shayla lies beside me on her stomach with her hands crossed under her head, the sheet stopping just below the dimples on her lower back, leaving her entire back bare for me to admire. I know she’s awake because I can see her studying my face from the corner of my eye while I gaze over every inch of her. My hand trails up and down her spine lazily.

“What’s on your mind?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her skin.

“How’d you know I was thinking something?”

“First, minds are always thinking and second, I know when we’re together and you’re silent, your mind is working overtime.” I out one of her tell signs. She turns, mirroring my same position. My eyes wander lovingly over the shape of her hourglass hips, so soft and plush. I reach out and rest my hand on her hip, letting it settle there.

“I want to ask you about your sessions, with your therapist. How are they going?” Her voice wavers. I don’t want her to be fearful to ask me things, we aren’t strangers and I never want to be, she should always be comfortable in my presence. Besides, I’m in a mood right now where I don’t mind sharing—anything, she put me here, laid me down on fucking cloud nine.

“Of course.” I think of where I should begin. “Things have been okay, I guess. We’ve progressed a little, but I’m still learning to forgive her all while trying to move on from the pain of losing my dad.” Looming pain dooms over me like a dark cloud, threatening to burst open with rain weighing heavy in them. That’s one thing—my Pops—that I haven’t been able to fully open up about.

“I’m sorry, we can stop if it’s too much.” She reaches out and flattens her palm against my racing heart. Instantly, it slows and I pull all the energy I can from just her touch.

“No, really, it’s fine. Anyway,” I grab her hand and kiss her knuckles before placing it back to my chest, my hand resuming its place on her hip. The littlest of contact making a world of difference.

“Gwen has been trying hard to get me to spend more than our mandatory one day a week lunch together, but I just don’t know yet. I can’t explain it, I want to try to forgive her—I really do, but then this weird feeling in my stomach tells me to go slower.” My gaze drifts for a second to the open patio doors.

“Do you know why you feel that way?”

Shaking my head, I respond, “No—yes—well, maybe. I just feel like if I forgive her now it’s too fast, and I already have a mother. I don’t know if I have it in me to forgive and forget and possibly hurt Kathy in the wake of it all.”

“Kathy wouldn’t do that, Trey. She loves you.” I love how much she believes in me, how much she reminds me of all the love that I’m deserving of. I reward her with a kiss on her forehead. Shayla’s words help my heart find a comfortable down tempo.

“Besides, you have to make sure you’re doing this for you, Trey. Not for me, not for Gwen or Kathy. This is your life and you need to make this choice for you.”

“And you,” I remind her, keeping my eyes focused on her soft ones. She shakes her head.

“No, for you.” I really think she doesn’t understand that it’s no longer just me who can be affected by my choices, she can, too.

“That was before I put that ring on your finger, it’s no longer all about me, it’s all about us. I want to make sure you’re happy too, just as much as I want Kathy happy.” She smiles.

“It’s us and I agree, but I will be happy as long as you are, so I’ll support you and do my best to get along with Gwen, if that’s what you choose. Okay?” Her face softens, her beautiful green eyes bringing me home. In that instant, all I can do is nod. Shay is very protective and dominant, just as much as I am. Everything I do, I do with her in mind, and I love her for reciprocating that.

“I love you, thank you, babe.” I lean in once more and kiss her forehead, her head nodding against my lips.

“Love you too, handsome.”

“What about you, baby?” I seek out a change of subject, done with talking about me. She’s worried about me and all my shit long enough. I want to talk about her for a change, I want to talk about the one thing that makes me the fucking happiest—her.

“What about me?”

“We’ve been so wrapped up in me I never really got to ask you how you’re holding up,” I tell her while playing with the ends of her soft hair.