The Lie(78)

I let her lick and suck for a moment, just because I love the look in her eyes, the blazing need for something so sexual. But before she gets too carried away, I pull back and motion for her to move over. I lie back on the bed and beckon her forward with my finger.

“Come over here,” I tell her softly, gesturing to my face. “Right here.”

Again she looks shocked. She doesn’t move, seeming unsure.

“What, you’re afraid you can’t be quiet?” I tease.

“Of course I can,” she says and slowly straddles my chest, making her way up to my face.

I take a firm hold of her hips and position her cunt right over my mouth. With deliberation I snake out my tongue and carefully run it up and down her wet folds. She immediately stiffens and cries out softly, and I dig my fingers into her skin, to warn her again about being loud, to have control over her movements.

She tastes so good, her musky, rich scent filling me up and turning me on like never before, and as I work her with my tongue, greedily plunging it inside her and flicking it over her swollen clit, I’m the one who has a hard time keeping quiet.

The vibrations from my mouth seem to work for her though, and soon she’s rocking her hips against my face as I eat her out. I’m lost in this heady desire, enjoying every f*cking sensation. This is raw, wicked, primal, a way of experiencing a woman at her purest self. I could do it forever, sucking up every last drop of her, licking her like the sweetest, ripest fruit.

“Oh god,” she says softly, and her hand flies out to the wall to stabilize herself as she f*cks my face. I press the tip of my tongue to her clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles until she’s coming on me. I can feel every pulse as the orgasm tears through her, my mouth drenched with her, her skin blisteringly hot and slick. To her credit, she keeps quiet, keeping her noises to little shuddering moans and gasps that are just as sexy as her usual screams.

When she starts to squirm and fidget, I move my face away and grin up at her, barely seeing her face behind those amazing tits of hers.

“Hi,” I say softly, waggling my eyebrows.

“Wow,” she whispers in response.

“We aren’t done,” I tell her. I get up and push her down into the bed so she’s on her back. I prowl on top of her, my knee spreading her legs until I’m right over her, my chest pressed against hers. I wrap my fingers around her wrists and pin her hands above her head, holding her in place. Then I trail the tip of my nose down the middle of her face, pausing at her lips to kiss her.

“Fuck, Natasha,” I whisper, closing my eyes briefly. “You have no idea what you do to me, how you make me feel.”

“You’ve said that before,” she says. “And you ended up telling me.”

She’s right. It took a while but I eventually told her the truth.

I breathe in deeply and adjust myself, my cock pushing against her wet cunt but not going in.

“And what did I say?” I ask her gently.

“You said I was more to you than I had thought. A terrible amount.”

That was one way to describe it.

“A terrible amount,” I repeat, opening my eyes and getting lost in hers, so deep, just inches away. Bloody hell, I’m losing myself to her again. No, I’m already lost.

I try to swallow. I rub my lips together, finding courage.

“It is a terrible amount,” I say. “It’s more than that. Natasha…I’m in love you. Plain and simple. I was in love with you before and I’m more in love with you now. I don’t even know how it’s possible, but it is. And because it is, it makes me think anything’s possible. Even us.”

She stares at me, a swirl of emotions behind her eyes, and I wish I could pluck one out and examine it, to see what she’s feeling. She’s speechless.

I briefly brush my lips against hers. “Talk to me,” I whisper. “Say something.”

“You love me,” she says, almost in awe.

“Yes,” I tell her, smiling like a fool. “Yes. Natasha, I love you. More than I’ll ever be able to express. Just know it. Believe it. And love me too.”

“Oh, Brigs,” she whispers, her mouth parting into a wide, glowing smile. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”

My heart thumps. “Even after all these years?”

“Even after all these years. Through the dark and the light, I never stopped. I might have pushed it aside, I may have buried it, put it on pause, but I never, ever stopped.”

I feel like a million balloons have been let loose in my chest. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I stare at her, amazed. Just so f*cking amazed that we found each other again, and that this us, this us is beautiful.

“I love you,” I tell her again.

“I love you,” she says.

I kiss her, hot, hard, and possessive as my body kicks into gear, trying to catch up with my heart. This soft tenderness I feel for her is being swirled around with the primal desire, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m pushing inside of her. Her legs widen to let my cock in and I sink into her, so wet and cushioning around my hard length. We fit so well together, like a lock and key, that it’s hard to imagine how I survived this long without her.

“You are my salvation,” I whisper into her ear, licking along the rim. “You save me from the world. You save me from myself.”