I lean over her, bringing her hands above her head, and pepper kisses across her jawline. “You’re smart. You’re kind. You’re strong-willed and a little stubborn.” I’m kissing along her neck and collarbone. “You don’t take shit from people. You would do anything for those you love.” I cup her face and stare deeply into her eyes. “You make me want to be a better person. I want to be the man you deserve.”
She pulls me close, kissing me with force. Her legs wrap around me, digging her heels into my cheeks, pulling me into her. The head of my cock brushes over her, and she lifts her hips to allow it to settle exactly where we want it. I shift and grab hold of my cock, slowly pushing it inside her. I have missed this so much. We fit perfectly. She engulfs me as I slide all the way in, right to the hilt.
“Fuck, Reilly, you feel amazing!” I halt to allow her to adjust. As she controls her breathing I feel her move slightly, testing.
“Elton, please, baby. Move,” she husks out, clawing into my shoulders.
My thrusts are slow but hard and powerful. I want her to feel every inch of me. I want to feel her squeeze around me, wrapping her sweet pussy around my cock.
“That’s it, Reilly, you’re going to take every bit of me. You’re so wet and hot.” She feels amazing. A single tear drops down her face. I freeze.
“Am I hurting you?” I rush to ask. This isn’t how I imagined it. Why is she crying? What have I done? She shakes her head, her eyes closed tight. “What’s wrong, Reilly? Talk to me.”
“I love you.” She finally speaks out, and I feel her whole body tense.
“Fuck, Reilly, I love you too.” Her declaration spurs me on. I thrust deep inside her, setting a pace and angle that allows me to grind against her clit.
“Yes, right there. Don’t stop,” she rasps, gripping her hands into my shoulders.
The tingle starts in my body, and I won’t last much longer. She’s right there and she just needs pushing over the edge.
“Reilly, baby. I need to come. This feels too good.” I graze my teeth along her shoulder, and she shudders, sending ripple waves over my cock.
“Ah fuck, Elton, I’m so close.” I pick up speed a little. Her walls start to clamp down on me.
“Hold on to that, baby. I want to come with you.” My balls start to tighten, and I’m right there. “Come for me, Reilly.”
She lets out a long, loud moan as she grips me in a vice and pulses around me. The sensation is unreal, and she pushes me over the edge with her as I come deep and long inside her.
She is gripping my back, and she bites my shoulder as her orgasm starts to slow. I gently ease in and out of her.
“I love you so much, Reilly. I need you to stay.”
I drop beside her and pull her into me, brushing her hair, and I kiss her forehead, letting myself enjoy this moment. I’m still not sure if I’ll get another.
She shifts beside me, bringing herself onto her elbow, resting her head on her hand. Her eyes track my face, like she’s committing it to memory. Like it’s the last time she will see it.
“I should apologise as well,” she says, running her finger down the side of my face, leaving a light prickle in their wake. I grab her hand to stop her distracting me. I don’t understand what she’s saying to me and her hands on my skin aren’t making it any easier. “I’m sorry, Elton.”
“What? No, Reilly. You did nothing wrong,” I tell her, kissing along her knuckles.
Her hands resume their map of my face. “I did. I didn’t give you the opportunity to mess up. I expected nothing but perfection. In the past, people have let me down, abandonedme. Ignored me.” She brackets my face with her hands, staring directly into my eyes. “You freaked out and had a momentary lapse in judgement and I cut you off because of it. I let my bruised heart stop me from allowing you to get it wrong. From allowing me to be forgiving.”
“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.”
“Did you just quoteA Cinderella Story?” she says, through a smirk.
“It’s a great film. I should thank you for showing it to Neive. But you should know that’s actually a quote from a famous baseball player.” She grins and playfully slaps my chest. I shift us so we are both sitting against the headboard and wrap my arms around her. I don’t need her apology, but I’ll give her the space to talk without shutting her down.
“I was in a good place in my life,” she says. “My plans for the bakery were working out. I had an amazing boyfriend, my loved ones were happy and healthy. Everything felt perfect. And because of that, the moment you disappointed me I rocketed straight to catastrophe. Things go wrong, people make mistakes. I need to accept that. I can forgive you and I can trust that we will work harder to support each other, instead of pushing each other away when things go bad.” She burrows into me, squeezing me tight. I hold her back, placing a kiss into her hair.
“I’ll fight for you, Reilly. Always.”
“I’ll fight with you, Elton.”
THIRTY-SIX
Reilly
