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Ididn’t want to take her again, but then when she said those words that I no longer held much hope of ever hearing – thatI need you –my heart took over.
I sink into her, wrapping myself in her warmth that slowly envelopes me, together with her breathing. It’s enough to bring tears to my eyes, this intimacy between us. This meeting, not only of two bodies but two souls, two wounded souls that are trying to sew themselves back together.
I caress her, enjoying her body, inhaling her clean hair and holding her desperately to me.
Because that’s how I feel.
I need her desperately and I need to be everything that she can breathe.
I feel her pussy contracting against my cock, wanting, needing. I kiss her skin, tasting it and committing it to memory, this, our first real time being together. This time she’s not just giving me her body: she’s giving herself to me and I could never have asked for anything more.
“Make love to me, Riley,” I whisper in her ear. “It’s all I ask for.”
She turns her head and I catch her lip in my teeth. I bite it slowly, I suck it and then slip my tongue into her mouth, drinking in her moans and quenching my thirst with her passion, crashing from her body into mine.
When I break away from her, she looks at me intensely with wet eyes. “You really want me?” she asks incredulously and I could cry at the fact that she doesn’t believe she’s what I really want.
“Oh, Jesus, Riley,” I thrust deeply into her, forcing a sensual sound to escape her lips. “Can’t you feel it?”
She nods.
“This is how much I want you,” I bite her neck and push again. “You’re beautiful, Riley,” I murmur. “You turn me on,” I continue, biting her earlobe and panting into it. “And this body,” I hold her breast in my hand. “I can’t help but want it. I want it to be mine. I’ve always wanted it, Riley. I’ve never stopped thinking about it. Not a fucking second since you came into my life.”
She exhales and I feel her start to shake in my arms. “This is the only body I’ve ever wanted.”
Her breathing becomes heavier.
“You’re the one I’ve always wanted,” I confess to her for the first time in three years, setting aside my fear of another abandonment.
“Now let yourself go. To me.”
I caress her between the legs as she moves against me and I help her get to that pleasure spot she’s trying to reach – if only because I can’t control myself.
When I hear her panting rapidly, I push deeper so we can enjoy the moment together.
Riley doesn’t yell this time, she expresses herself in weighted sighs, making me explode into her again.
We come together and breathe together as if we were one – and I almost wish it were true.
We stay there, anchored one to another, desperately entwined because we both know that once the moment has passed, we’re going to have to face the music.
I kiss her shoulder, her neck, her back. I caress her breasts tenderly because what we have between us is more than sex and instinct.
What we have shared together is love.
Riley is still in my arms as I try to communicate wordlessly with her.
We fall asleep like this, next to each other, tightly embracing and I feel life itself returning to our veins.
* * *
When I wake up,the heat coming from her body makes me sigh with emotion. I hold her to me and kiss her shoulder, sliding my hand to her stomach.
I feel her scar under my fingers. I start from down low and move up to her belly. My thumb traces her, quivering with rage and pain.
I swallow hard and close my eyes, trying to send away the thoughts that have been oppressing me for weeks now, wreaking havoc on my heart.
