Exhausted my body leans languidly against his. He holds me to him as we both catch our breaths. And I can't help but think how right it feels to be in his arms. How warm and safe it is.
With power and energy that I can't fathom he slides us to the end of the bed. Then as he comes to the edge of the bed he slowly raises my hips. As he does I can feel him pulling out of me. When he's completely out I whimper at the loss and from the ache his massive cock caused. My arousal leaks down my leg but I don't have enough energy to feel embarrassed. Even when I know it must be getting on him, too.
He wraps my legs around his back and loops my arms around his neck. Then with me wrapped around him he walks us over to the en-suite bathroom. When he turns on the light it's too bright so I close my eyes.
I then feel my ass hit the cold counter top of the double sink. When I hear water running I open my eyes to find Oak soaking a wash cloth.
Wringing it out he comes back to me and spreads my legs apart.
"What are you doing?" I ask him tiredly, my eyelids barely staying open.
"I'm cleaning you," he says matter-of-factly.
At that I do blush. "You don't have to do that." I begin to take the wash cloth away from him but he holds it away from me.
"I take care of what's mine," he tells me seriously, "and Grace, in case you’ve forgotten, you're mine."
Once he's done cleaning me and then disposing of his condom he scoops me up in his arms bridal style. I lay my head against his broad muscled chest and let him carry me to the bed.
He pulls back the duvet and slips me underneath. Then he slides in on the other side of the bed before turning off the bedroom light.
We seek each other immediately as I scoot closer to him while his arms open for me. My head rests on his chest as my right leg is thrown over his body.
The warmth of his skin is like a soothing balm to my soul. I press a chaste kiss on the broken angel wing tattoo, and he holds me tighter.
"Grace," he says my name so softly I almost miss it.
"Yes?"
"I want to thank you," he says to me just as soft.
"For what?"
"For never giving up the fight."
My heartstrings pull as tears press at the back of my eyes.
This man. . .
This beautiful strong yet broken man.
"I never will," I promise him as I hold the tears at bay.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head. "I know you won't, Grace. I know."
Oak
The steady rise and fall of her chest followed by the deep and even breaths tells me that she’s sound asleep. Her limbs are wrapped around me like a vine. My arms are loosely bound around her. My fingers play with the ends of her hair, and ever so occasionally I’ll plant a soft kiss to the top of her head. Every time that I do it only causes her to burrow into me more.
In my head I can’t fathom how I am finally here, with her, letting her in.
She’s the only person who was strong enough to destroy my armor and break down the walls I have placed around my heart.
And although I’m letting her inside, letting her see the broken man who I have kept hidden since I returned from overseas, I can say that it’s going to take time to confess all my sins to her.
And it’s going to take more time to repair all the damage those sins have caused.
But Grace, my Grace is a fighter, and I’ll know she’ll always fight for me when I feel too weak.
