His cock lengthens, pushing past the boundary of comfort, but I won’t stop, not when he’s this close. I can’t see his face, but I can feel his climax coming.
The strength he has on my hips tightens beyond what I’m used to, but it’s sublime. Addicting. And the way he breathes my name, like a prayer, it almost feels too gentle for this moment. It should be me worshiping him, but it's Theodore that reaches my soul.
Throwing my head back with a groan, I slam myself down, grinding my pussy along his shaft while it swells to unbearable measure.
“Fuuucckk…” we mumble simultaneously. Through gritted teeth, he barks out my name, spilling his warmth inside me while I drip down his cock.
My mouth drops open as I feel him begin to leak from my center. With his cock and come, I’ve never felt so full, but what I wouldn’t do to hold on to this feeling.
Despite the thin layer of sweat coating my body, Theodore wraps his arms around me and folds me gently into his side. I mold to his body, filling every space while his fingers gently roam my side.
It’s tempting for me to ask if I did okay, if I did enough to keep him satisfied until the next time, but I don’t want to come across as a child.
He must see the concern tattooed across my features, though, because the next thing I know, Theodore is taking my face in his massive hand.
“You are fucking magnificent, my love. The greatest love I’ve ever known.”
“Wha-what?” I stumble, blinking through the tears building in my eyes. I know it’s what he was trying to say earlier, the words I said he never needed to say. But as they float in the space between us, with his lazy smile pinning me to his side, they’re the only words I ever want to hear.
Theodore Ellis
CHAPTER XXVII
It wasn’t a dream, I’m pleased to see, as I wake with Scarlett wrapped in my arms. Her face looks so peaceful in the early morning. The sun shines its radiance onto her dewy, tanned skin, making her glow from within.
At six in the morning, I’m used to waking up alone. Beth is typically gone at this time, even on the weekends. I used to hate it, seeing that my wife would rather be anywhere but by my side, but she isn’t who I needed. As I stare down at this petite beauty folded into my arms, I know it’s been her all along.
Love at first sight has always been a fucking joke to me, but that’s because I never experienced it. It was a myth, a legend created by hopeless romantics to keep the magic of love alive.
Beth taught me that love was anything but magical. It was something to be earned, fought for with blood dripping from my flesh while I crawled through the trenches for her affection. I thought it was normal because I loved her. But with Scarlett, it comes so easily, as simple as breathing. I’m not a fool to ignore that it may be because it’s new, but even in the beginning, when our eyes first locked, it was different.
A professor I had in college once shared a theory he had. He explained that, at the beginning of life, you are born with half a soul. It weakens you, leaves you defenseless and angry because you will never be complete until you find your missing pieces. You will search your entire life for the one who makes you whole, molding the wrong people to fill in the gaps. But only once you find the other half, only then will you be complete.
He said he found his other half when he met his best friend, Brandon, at eight years old. Because not all soulmates need to be lovers. They simply have to be the ones who understand the song your soul sings.
I don’t need years of dating and societal guidelines to tell me that Scarlett is my missing piece.
“Hey, good morning, beautiful,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the center of her forehead as her eyes flutter open. I keep the curtains semi-closed, so the light isn’t too harsh on our eyes, but even so, Scarlett blinks against the white beams, squinting while placing her lips on my ribs.
“Good morning. What time is it?”
Peeking over her shoulder, I glance at the clock on the nightstand. “A little after six.”
“Let’s go back to bed.” She scoots her naked body deeper into my side. I enclose my arms around her and practically roll her onto my front. Light giggles bubble out of her as I crush her to me, but through her tinkling sounds, there’s something crunching in the distance.
“What the?” I mumble under my breath. Tenderly, I place Scarlett back in her previous position and stand from the bed. I don’t need to go far to see a car coming in the distance. It’s still far enough away to leave me unnoticed, but I’d know that vehicle anywhere.
“Shit!” I shout, rushing away from the window.
“What is it?!” Scarlett asks, staring at me while I frantically throw my clothes on.
The crunching of tires is quickly approaching, leaving me with less than five minutes to get Scarlett cleaned up and out of my house.
Running out the door, I dash through the hall and down the stairs, hectically bunching her discarded clothes in the crook of my arm.
“My love, I need you to put these on, and then we have to get you out of here.Now,” I explain once I reenter the room. Understanding the urgency in my tone, she takes the clothes from my hand and swiftly slides them back onto her body.
I don’t stop to see if she’s completely covered before taking her hand and rushing down the stairs. From the window above the door, I can see Beth hasn’t gotten out of her car yet, probably smoking a joint while speaking to Joshua or her father.
