Chapter 5
Love and Loss
Arielle Nygard
“Austin’s fast asleep and I have something I want to show you.” He holds out his hand. “Come with me.” I rise and take his hand. It’s warm and familiar and feels so right. He leads me to the bedroom and closes the door. The room is dark, but the streetlights cast shadows. He leans his head down and gently touches his lips to mine. Immediately the world narrows and nothing else exists. It’s just him and me, alone in a dark room, with a large bed inviting us to put it to good use. But he doesn’t hurry.
The kiss deepens. His lips tease mine until they part and he seize my mouth. The touch of his tongue is electric, and a shot of wanton desire slides south. It pools in my pussy and I groan softly. I graze his bare chest with my hands, over a pair of perfectly-toned pecs and strong shoulders to the back his neck. I curl my fingers into his blonde hair and lean back slightly as he breaks off the kiss and moves his mouth down to lay kisses on my neck, my shoulder, tasting my skin. His touch is gentle. It makes me feel safe and loved.
While his mouth moves down my body, his hands move up, under the hem of my little sundress. His palms are rough on my thighs, but I love it. They cup my hips and glide over my waist. They come to rest against my breasts, thumbs tantalizingly close to my aching nipples. I raise my arms above my head and he pushes the fabric over my head, baring my body to the cool night air. His hand returns to my breast, cupping it gently and teasing my nipple until it is pebble-hard. I lean against the wall and moan when he covers it with his mouth. His tongue swirls around the tight bud and I arch my back in response, offering him as much as he will take. My pussy is slick with wanting, but he’s not ready to move on.
His hand moves from my breast to my mound, which he squeezes. I groan again, louder, and he slips a finger between my lips. “So wet,” he murmurs in my ear. His finger touches my clit and I gasp in pleasure. “But it’s not time.” His finger strokes my crevice, spreading my juices and lubricating my clit. His fingers return to the nub of nerve-endings and squeeze it softly. My hip buck in pleasure.
“Please,” I moan. “I want you inside me.” I reach for his jeans and free his cock, which is hard and ready. I run my hands down its familiar length and am gratified when he draws in a sharp breath as I rub my thumb overthe head. He pushes me towards the bed, kicking off his pants along the way. I lay back against the cool sheets waiting for him to join me. But he just stands over me, watching, silent. So, I reach between my legs and touch my throbbing clit. I hold his gaze as I massage myself. I feel the pressure start to build and my hips rock of their own accord. I’m on the edge when his hand clamps over mine and pulls it away. “Noooo,” I gasp.
“Not tonight,” he says quietly and lowers himself on the bed. “I want to finish the job.” He positions himself between my thighs, his hard cock sinking into my wetness. I guide him inside me and lean back as he thrusts into me. He drops forward onto his elbows, resting his muscled abdomen against mine, a welcome and familiar weight. “I love you baby,” he says. When he moves, I move with him, climbing to a mutual release. We come together, locked in that embrace.
And then he’s gone.
“Steve,” I whisper as I wake from another of the dreams that have kept his spirit alive in me these past years. I keep my eyes closed, holding onto him for few more seconds. To be with him again, even if it was only a dream, makes my heart soar and ache at the same time. I cover my face with a pillow and sob into its softness. “I miss you so much. Why did you have to leave us?” The ache slowly subsides, and I pull myself together, untangling myself from the bedclothes and bracing myself to wake Austin.
I can’t let him see my heartache.
