My hand rubs lovingly along the side of his face, feeling his five o’clock shadow as it prickles against my fingers. “While I was gone, I had tried to fit myself into so many different areas. Different friend groups, activities, and partners. Nothing everfelt right. There was never a place that made me feel like I belonged to this world.”
I lean forward, letting my forehead rest against his. “You changed that. I’ve never felt more alive than I do when I’m with you. You breathe life into what I thought was nothing more than a dull existence.” My lips gently press against his. “It’s always been you, Saint.”
He presses back into me, the love evident in how his need for me speaks through his touch. Like a moth to a flame, we’re drawn together, letting our limbs fall over one another as the kiss deepens. His hands drag up my thighs, pulling on the shirt until it rests on my stomach. With a strong grip just below my rib cage, Saint pulls my body flush with his. His skin is hot to the touch – a dramatic difference compared to my body which never seems to keep warm.
A pleasant whimper escapes me as he presses his thigh between my legs. My body molds to his as he applies more pressure. His tongue dances with mine in a battle of dominance. The motions leave my pussy weeping for him.
“Turn around for me, Nova.” He growls out.
I quickly roll in place until I’m able to position myself on my hands and knees. I bend my spine, lowering my chest into the bed. Saint doesn’t waste a second finding his place behind me.
“Look how wet you are, baby.” He purrs out as his fingers drag my underwear down. My pussy is completely bare to him and I can feel my arousal as it drips off of me.
“I need you, Saint!” I plead as I attempt to press myself into him.
His finger runs through my slit as he responds, “I know, baby. You’re doing so good waiting for me.”
My heart hammers against my chest with anticipation. It picks up speed as his fingers slowly raise higher, drawing up my ass and leaving my own liquids as lubricant.
“I need you to take some deep breaths for me, okay?” Saint whispers as his fingers begin to prod at my back hole. Naturally, I tense up, the intrusion feeling so different.
“Come on, baby. Relax your body for me.” He hums, reaching forward with his other hand to strum against my clit. The pleasure has me doing as I’m told and I stay focused on that as he works to stretch me out.
Two of his fingers glide into me and I moan at the tightness. “You’re such a good girl.” Saint groans out in return. “Are you ready for me?”
I twist my neck in order to take him in. His dark hair lays messily over his eyes, casting them into a deep shadow. He bites his lip as he watches me, waiting for me to give the okay.
“I think so.” I whisper with uncertainty. Knowing me like the back of his hand, Saint picks up on the insincerity leaking into my words. He crawls off the bed and makes his way over to the dresser. I watch as he opens the top drawer before pulling out a purple bottle.
“This will make sure it doesn’t hurt,” he reassures me, climbing back to his spot. The bottle opens with an audiblepop.He leaves me fascinated as he allows the lube to drip from the bottle onto his rock hard cock. Saint’s hand wraps around himself and he lets out a hiss.
Each stroke spreads the lubricant around and my mouth waters with how it glistens off of him.
He bends over me, returning his hand to my throbbing nub and rubs gently. The tip of his dick presses against my entrance and I let out a shuttered breath.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Saint growls out as he slowly eases into me. His head falls into the crook of my neck. “You were made for me.”
As my body eases up and gets used to the new feeling, the pleasure heightens. Saint picks up his pace and we lose ourselves to the feeling of our bodies connecting.
Play Head in the Clouds by Arrows in Action
Saint: I talked to both the guys
Saint: They’re headed over. If it’s okay with you I’d like to apologize to Abby in person so I haven't reached out
Me: Of course! See you soon
Saint: I love you SuperNova
Me: I love you too
I bite the inner corner of my lip, trying so hard to hold back the smile. Mom knows, but we had both agreed to let dad get more adjusted before he found out we were together. He’s only been home for two weeks, and the adjustment has been rough.Temptation to relapse has hidden around every corner, and mom refuses to leave him alone. Not that he’s complained, it’s obvious he missed her as much as she did him.
Even then, we don’t want to add any heavy feelings to his circumstances. Sobriety is nothing more than a scale, one that’s very easy to tip. Dad had opened up about his triggers to both of us. And while he made it clear that this is not our responsibility, we still took it upon ourselves to prevent them from appearing.
“I filled the tank for you guys!” Dad calls out as he hops out of the run down RV. His brother, my Uncle Ned, is letting us borrow it. He had cut contact with our family once dad got his first domestic violence charge. It had been nothing more than a slap on the wrist, but Uncle wasn’t willing to support it. Since he’s been home, they’ve been trying to mend their relationship.
When Dad realized how much strain being at home with him was causing me, he had reached out to see if I could borrow it. Just two days ago he came bouncing into my room with the widest smile I had ever seen.“Call up your friends, Nova! You guys should go on a road trip!”He really had been trying. He even let Saint take the week off to join us.
