“Tell me,” I repeated to her this time, and she shook her head.
“You first.”
Ugh. I didn’t want to relive it enough to even say the words, but the idea of me being her new nightmare was eating at me.
“In the dream, you were with me. In the dream, they decided to use you to punish me.” I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say the fucking words, but I could still see it. The way they assaulted her, holding me back to watch, hearing her screams as they took things they had no right to.
“Oh.”
She was upset. Of course she was upset. It was awful, horrific, haunting, and never seeing that again in my head was the fucking wish I had right now. I didn’t want her seeing it too.
“Mine’s focused on you,” she said softly, stroking my knee, “and it starts the same as yours I guess. I’m with you, but it’s me being held back while they kill you in front of me.”
She was having nightmares about me, but about losing me. I wasn’t the bad guy in hers, and as much as I rejoiced at that, I hated the fact that she couldn’t just rest easy at nights.
“Sometimes it’s just me getting that call but it’s too late, and I’ve lost you. It’s… they’re all awful,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
“Fuck this.” I climbed back up the bed and wrapped myself around her, offering comfort as she cried quietly, and I squeezedmy own eyes closed, begging the universe for peace for her. She didn’t deserve this. She deserved to be happy, free, and enjoying life. With me.
“Henley?” She whispered at last, and I pulled back from kissing her hair.
“Yeah?”
“Will you make love to me? I need to feel something good right now.”
I forced a cheeky grin. “I can try, but I usually only have somethinggreatto offer.”
“Jackass,” she giggled, wiping at her tears, and sitting up beside me. She lifted off her top, and removed her bra, leaving her naked, and maybe that’s why I was able to get hard for her, for this moment, when I was still half mired in sorrow.
“No more sadness, Henley. We’re going to live our happy future together, and these dreams will fuck off when they realise they’re not winning. Okay?”
Glory
Henley grinned, shedding hisclothes in a rush and dragging me down the bed in one swift move.
“Want me to lick you ’til you get wet for me, babe?”
“Bold of you to assume I need that help, Henley. Why don’t you check for yourself.” I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs in a move far more wanton than I’d ever been, and his fingers slid through the wetness I knew was there, because watching him get naked was a peepshow all on its own.
“Aw, you feel like you need medeepinside you.” On the word ‘deep’, he shoved two fingers inside me, and a ragged gasp was torn from my throat.
“So sexy when you’re writhing on my fingers.”
He fucked me slowly with his fingers, while I gripped his wrist for dear life, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him deep inside me, not just his fingers.
“Please,” I whimpered, and he rammed his fingers deep and stopped.
“This not doing it for you?”
“Please, Henley, I need you.”
He slid his fingers from me, even as I clenched around them, not sure if I was trying to keep them, or just enjoy the friction.
He dragged his tongue over his fingers and groaned. “So sweet, so perfect.” His fingers wrapped around his hard cock, sliding back and forth as he licked his lips.
“Henley, dammit!”
His grin flashed briefly before he leaned over me, and guided his cock deep inside me in one slow, steady thrust.
