“You know, Dove,” I say, as I rub her back, “every time you ran, I was scared you wouldn’t come back. It’s not the running I fear—it's you never coming back to me.”
I watch as understanding blooms over her face, and she nods slightly. “I didn’t say it to make you feel bad. Asking you to come to Europe with me was too soon, and you running was partly on me too. But everyone is working through their own things, and we get to choose what’s worth rebuilding. I love you, you know,” I say, wanting her to know how deeply I’m in this with her.
“I know.” Paloma’s voice is soft and wanting. With a gentle touch, she runs her fingers along my cheek before slowly leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.
This kiss isn't about her ignoring her emotions. It's not about her running. It's her leaning in and letting me be her anchor. I let her lead as she snakes her arms around my neck, pulling me deeper into her, and I fall into her need easily.
I trail my fingers up her hips and then the curve of her spine. I feel the flutter of her thumping pulse beneath my fingertips, committing every breath and inch of her to memory—committing every moment of herto memory as if it’ll be my last time. But I know, I know I will spend the rest of my life doing this.
Paloma presses her palms into my chest, pushing me into the cushions of the couch. I slide my hands up the outside of her fleshy thighs when she straddles me. Leaning down she presses her soft lips into mine, and I open for her, inviting her tongue into my mouth.
“I need you. Please.” My dick throbs at her pleas.
“Are you sure, Dove?” I want to be sure she’s okay. There is no part of me that wants to take advantage of her.
“Yes.” She grinds her pussy into me. “It hurt, but I need you. I want this. No more running.”
Running my hands up over her ass, I pull her into me, rocking against her, enjoying her sounds, her moans. Paloma stands long enough to strip off her leggings and panties in one shot, finding my lap as I pull my slacks and boxers down to my thighs. I guess they’re staying on.
Her white top sits at her waist, putting her soft belly and pooch on display. I love the way her thighs and hips crease. I want to bite them. “Clint. Inside me. Now.” Her needy command makes me lift her. Her pussy is soaking, and she slides down my dick slowly. Paloma’s head is tilted back, her mouth open in an O shape, and this may be the most beautiful I have ever seen her. Completely unguarded and without the need to filter any part of herself.
She rises to the tip and drops down, impaling herself over and over and over again. She is a fucking glorious sight, one I can’t take my eyes off of. “You’re so pretty, Dove. So fucking stunning.”
This time when she lifts, I thrust into her, hitting the spot deep within that has her eyes rolling back as she digs her nails into my shoulders. “Give it all to me, baby.”
“More,” she begs, her body shuddering as her eyes flutter open, setting her gaze on me.
“I need to see all of you. Let me. Please.” I’ve never been a begging man, but with her, I would crawl on my knees. When she nods, I run my hands up her sides, lifting the shirt off and unclasping her bra.
I lick up the center of her breasts, and when I take each of her pebbled nipples into my mouth, she hitches a breath and moans, “Feels so good.”
36
Lou:I think we should see our way out. The heat is about to turn up.
Chuck:I know, but it’s hard to look away. Clinton’s ready to be the shoulder she leans on.
Lou:More like her immovable mountain. And that’s exactly why it keeps us hooked.
When I look into his eyes, it's like he can see all of me. All the pain, the past, the scars, and he still chooses me as much, if not more, than I choose him. This isn’t just sex. This is more—this is coming home.
Clinton thrusts into me again, and I groan at the nickname he gifted me. “Dove. You feel so damned good.”
With each thrust he drives into me, I bounce on his dick. Feeling him fill me so completely spreads heat throughout my body, from the top of my head to my toes. It’s like the tides break as he thrusts into me.
“I love you,” I say in a hushed tone. Clint kisses up the column of my neck. “I love you,” I moan again, because no other words can account for how he makes me feel, even if those three little words aren’t enough.
“I love you too, Dove. So much.” His voice is soft. I circle my hips, grinding into his, and when he bites into my neck, just enough to leave his mark, my orgasm hits me. “So pretty. So perfect. All mine.” His voiceis a whisper as I scream his name.
Clint’s thrusts become faster, harder, and I sit back, holding myself up on his shoulders to watch him unravel completely. It doesn’t matter I just came, my body is already working up to another release as I bounce against him, loving how he loses himself while inside of me.
“God, you’re—” Whatever he was going to say is lost as I kiss him deeply with a hunger I didn’t even know I had. He reaches down between us, circling my clit as his thick member rubs against my G-spot. This orgasm shatters me, and I collapse into his arms, resting my head on his shoulder as I feel his release fill me.
He wraps his arms around me and leans his head back against the pillows there. Our breathing syncs as we take in deep breaths, trying to come up for air.
As our breathing slows, we don’t move from each other. Though we have done this before, somehow this feels new, like he truly sees me for all I am, or maybe it's the first time I’ve really let him.
There's nothing else but us.
