My need for friction takes over and I slowly begin to move her up and down on my body, her beautiful cunt rippling around me.
Milking me, making me hers.
She tips her head back and moans as she comes hard. I feel the vise-like grip on my cock, and I put my hands on the back of her shoulders for leverage and let her have it. The sound of our skin slapping in the water echoes throughout the bathroom.
Fuck, I love that sound.
I give her all the emotion I’ve suffered this week without her. I give her all of myself. Every inch.
I hold myself deep, and then I come, hard, deep inside her body. Her face creases as if she’s overcome with emotion before she drops her head to my chest. She clings to me and I hold her up, my heart racing. She’s panting, and I frown as I hold her. What’s going on here?
She’s different.
* * *
It’s late, and we’re in bed, on our sides, staring at each other.
We’ve made love for hours. We crossed over to a new level of intimacy.
It was soft and tender, intense and passionate, as if tonight is all we have.
Eliza is teary every time she comes, and I don’t know if it’s because the love we’re making is so special or if it’s something else, but she won’t tell me why. She keeps telling me that she’s just hormonal. I hope to God that that’s the truth.
Is she feeling guilty about something?
I want to push her for an answer but she seems so delicate and close to the edge.
The edge of what, I just don’t know.
She sits up and runs her fingers over my tattoo of the three swallows.
She kisses the first two—her and me—and then she runs her finger over the back one as she stares at it.
“Who is this bird?” she asks. I frown as our eyes lock. “Who is this bird at the back?” She traces it with her finger.
“It’s…” I pause as I search for the right description. “It’s… symbolic.”
“Of who?”
“I told you. Of the life I left behind.”
Her eyes hold mine before they go back to the swallow. She’s deep in thought, miles away.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing,” she lies and climbs back up into my arms. I hold her tightly, and our lips meet, our bodies a naked tangle. The sex we had is still smeared on our skin. “How long have you wanted children?” she asks.
I frown, where is this coming from? “What?”
“You said that you were open to anything.”
“I am and I know that you want them, so I’ve actually started to look forward to it one day.” I smile softly as imagine Eliza with a baby—my baby. “Why do you ask?”
“I wondered how long you wanted them, that’s all.”
“I hadn’t ever put any thought into it before.” I rub my whiskers back and forth across her cheek. “But the world is full of possibilities with you by my side.”
I feel her smile against my chest.