"When did you get this?" She asks, and I am glad she did, because it will help me explain where I have been since meeting her and the dance between dead and the living.
"I got it the other night when I left to stay in Gig. Chad did it."
"True love? Kind of deep stuff."
"It's part of her name, but it was a promise I made her once and then again at her grave." I pull her down to me to sit on my lap, scooting back on my chair. "Her name as you know is Candey true love, and she loved this spot on my neck. Said it was hers because nothing else marred it, that piece was a blank canvas. She was into art, loved painting." I stop and look at her. "Did you see my booth that day in PIT?"
She shakes her head no. "I was honestly, more into looking at you."
I laugh. "That's okay, I kept looking at your tits." I give her lascivious smile and continue. "I ask because I have a lot of her work in there." I shrug and play with the tie of her belt, half tempted to forgo my no fucking rule and eat her right fuckin' there.
"Anyway, I always told her it was her spot, that one day I would put something there for her. The night she died, I had asked her to marry me and told her I would put Beckett there. For more than a year, that spot stares me down anytime I see it in the fuckin mirror."
I look at her because I need her to really hear me. " I have loved her for so long, that when she died I refused to take it. When I met you, I wanted to fuck you." I smile, "Still do, but that is sex and I can separate that and still love her. After that first day on the bus, I don't know. You weren't someone I just wanted to taste." I taste her lips as I say it, feel her fingers come around my neck to the hair there. "Or lick…" I lick a path to her ear because I know she goes molten when I do. She gasps and I know I am slipping into dangerous territory. "Or fuck, which I haven't done yet, but have wanted to every minute of this tour."
She shifts and I know she is uncomfortable so I lift her and take her to the big King bed in the suites room. I set her down and grab my beer and her champagne and go to lay beside her, face to face. I absently play with a strand of her hair and kiss her soft and sweet, no tongue, but fuck I want to grind her so bad. My dicks been hard since she sat on the table. "Tell me more." She says, quiet as if the moment would break.
"When laid in my bed that morning, touching and getting some grind on… When I knew I couldn’t do the dance anymore. I danced between the dead and the living and it was stripping me down. I thought if I ignored you it would stop and she would still be mine." I cup her face in my hand and pull her closer. "It didn't, it made it worse. So much tension, fuck I am hard for you all the time, but plagued with guilt. That night I was drunk, I tried to tell you and I was so drunk. After that I went into myself to find the answers and they were in the music."
I roll until she is half beneath me and kiss her, long and wet and sexy. I do it because I have to, I can't handle keeping my hands to myself anymore. "I knew you thought the song was for Candey, and it was in a way, but I made that peace with her girl. I let it go. I went home to my place last night and Chad put True Love there. I honor her and what she gave me…" I pause, so scared to really, truly do this. "I want to fill the void with the right things this time. True Love was my promise to her that I would."
I see her tears and I don't stop until I am tracing my fingers through the tie and undoing it. Her legs fall open in a selfless invitation and I am honored she would give herself to me even though I won't take it. "I just need to touch you, nothing more." I say and open the robe to see her bare underneath.
I drop kisses on her naval, and up, up, up until I have palmed one of her breasts and taken her mouth. Her legs are like scissors, open, close, open again and I know she wants me to touch her. She takes my hand and pulls it between her legs, not touching her yet. "Please…" she says and I pull my hand free and go to work, slipping my fingers through her heat, touching her the way I did that day. Feels like it's been years since I felt her; smelled her on my fingers.
My dick is trapped on the mattress next to her hip, but I thrust anyway to relieve the ache. "Roll into me baby." I say and pull her back to my front and I am aligned with her ass, which opens a whole new can of wants and desires.
I pull her leg up over my thigh, my leg resting between hers and I let myself play.
That is all.
My other hand is everywhere, turning her chin so I can kiss her mouth, palming a breast, then the other. "Noah,please…" She sighs and fuck me, I want to so bad.
"I don't put out on the first date." I say reaching for a joke that makes her laugh, but it turns to a moan when I play with her clit. "I wanna play you like my bass..." I say and flick her clit, and press like I would my strings. A completely new rhythm that only I can hear.
"I'll sing for you in a minute if you keep it up." She says, then arches her back when I slipped two fingers in and pressed up, feeling her melt on my hand.
"Mmmm, fuck yeah. Sing for me girl… I miss that sound." I say and bite her lip, then lick it.
I am so hard, thrusting against her ass and feel my cum leak out with every thrust, when she fucking cums all over my hand and I lose it.
"Shit!" I say and roll until I am between her legs. "Feel that? Feel that I want you baby." I say stroking against her and I am dying to be in her, but I swore I would do it right. "I wont do it tonight, but I will split you in half in the morning… Fuck!" I curse and fall down on her, hand down my pants as I stroke it.
"Cum on me then…" She says, and I wont make her ask twice.
I sit back on my knees. "Tell me where?" I say and whip my cock out, so close, so fucking close nothing can stop this train.
She comes in fast and her mouth opens at my tip, I watch myapaslip past her lips, and shot right on her lips and tongue.
"Holy…AaahGodgirl. Take it, take it all!" I shout and fall on my back, dick half out and wet on my stomach, watching, dying as she licks me from her lips like a snack.
I grab her and pull her to my mouth, kissing her in thanks. Tasting a small piece of myself on her tongue like a fucking marking.
She straddles me, and I'm not so sure it's smart. I see her all pliant and happy, sexy as fuck and I want her again. I shift and hold her hips, her robe still open showing me everything. She traces my tats, leans down and softly kisses my True Love tattoo.
"Sorry I broke your rules." She says and smiles. I trace her lips and then cup her neck bringing her down with me and rolling us so she is in my arms curled against me.
"I'm a little mad at me having no restraint because tonight isn't about sex, but I don't regret it." I kiss her neck and just enjoy the moment. "I do want another dinner date though."
