“You promised to make love to me one day.” I spoke against his throat as I kissed the sensitive place behind his ear. “I want slow, agonizing hours of us. To forget our worries. I want the outside world to disappear.”
He made a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan.
“That’s going to have to be the second round.” His large hands slid down to cup my ass. “Later, I’ll take as much time as you want, but I need you now. I can’t wait that long to have you.”
A hot rush shot through me. His words excited me beyond belief.
In less than a second, he had my bra unfastened and had removed my sweater.
The cool air brought goosebumps to my bare flesh.
I undressed for him, taking off everything. He watched every motion. The cabin was chilly, but the air in the living room near the wood stove was the warmest. The only sound was the crackle of the fire when Christopher led me to the couch. He’d undressed too and sat at the edge and leaned back.
“Do your worst.” His icy blue eyes looked almost silver with desire. I loved how they changed color with his moods. “When it’s my turn, I won’t hold back.”
I knelt between his knees and took him into my mouth, shuddering at his silken hardness. The defined muscles of his abs begged for my fingers. He sucked in a breath when I touched him. When he couldn’t take any more without unraveling, I slid up and kissed him. With one hand he stroked himself, with the other he touched me, playing with me, swirling closer and closer to the button of nerves where I was most sensitive, but never quite reaching it. I craved more, though I held myself together.
“I love you,” he said.
His eyes held the truth.
At that moment, I came hot and wet with a rush. We’d never said those words to each other. I still shook when he pulled me to my feet and leaned me over the back of the couch, facing into the living room while he grabbed my hips and entered me from behind.
“You’re mine,” he said. One hand reached around to cup my slippery wetness.
His first three thrusts were slow and torturous, tantalizing us both, but he built the momentum afterward, leaving me barely able to hold on while he rocked from behind, pressure from within, and his fingers giving me pleasure at the same time. He was huge and strong and incredible. I shuddered and cried out my pleasure.
I tried to stifle my noise, but he said, “Don’t you dare. One of these days you’ll scream and I want to hear.”
He rested one hand on my back and pushed me lower, arching my back. I trembled all over and when I came, I seized, squeezing him. I took him with me when I tipped over the edge into bliss.
“Fuck, damn, and hell.” He punctuated each curse with an additional thrust. “Never stop. Damn Lizzie. The things you let me do and do to me return.”
He shuddered again. “I’m never letting you go.”
The words hung in the air between us.
I turned and stepped into his arms.
“I don’t want to be without you again. We only just found each other, but you’re my dream girl.” His lips found mine, sealing a new deal.
I wanted to tell him I loved him too, but let my body, lips, and thoughts speak for my heart.
. . .
Though it was only dinner time, we put on pajamas and cooked together. Outside, lazy snowflakes drifted down from the night sky. When the dishes were done, by mutual agreement, we started our Star Wars marathon. In this time, they’d released Rogue One the previous year. The Last Jedi, or Episode VIII, was due to be released soon. I spoiled nothing about the future movies but we agreed to watch them with each other. It made me feel warm inside to think about a future together.
After the Phantom Menace, Christopher took me to bed and lived up to his promise for round two, making me cry out time and time again, while he used his mouth, fingers, and other parts, to find all of my nerve endings. When at last we fell asleep, my entire body thrummed. Every part of me had been worshipped, cataloged, and loved. I ached and had sore muscles, but couldn’t imagine better sex.
On our last night, I told him my darkest secret. I wished I’d been able to find my proper voice, but whispers sufficed. I couldn’t share this via text. It would lose too much of the emotion that made it important. I curled up next to him on the couch, my feet tucked under my body. We’d be going back to the real world soon, and I wanted him to understand more about what had happened with Eric.
“Why do you torment yourself?” he said. “Why do you let that monster matter so much? He deserved the broken nose. He beat you, marked your beautiful skin, and made you ashamed. If I get my hands on that creep again, I’ll snap his neck.”
He saw my face. “Well, if I thought I could get away with it. I won’t go to jail over that asshole. Anyway, what happened wasn’t murder. I’d call it justice.”
Leaning close to Christopher so he would hear me over the crackle of the flames, I whispered, “It wasn’t just about his nose. I didn’t want to be a bully like him. We got in the car so I could drive to the hospital. There was a car swerving, rushing toward us. I froze. I let it hit us. I didn’t know where to go. I thought we might both die. I didn’t want to, but I resigned myself to the idea.” Once more, I relived that moment in the blinding lights and took Christopher with me.
When I looked up, tears coursed down my cheeks. “That’s why I’m a murderer. I did nothing to prevent the accident.”
