“The man’s name was Thomas, and he was Mason’s brother if that explains Mason’s absolute desire to destroy me. And what I didn’t know at the time was that he didn’t leave town after we ran into him in the parking lot. He was here, and I watched from Boston as he videotaped himself with you.” Ember gasped, and he quickly continued. He needed to get through the details. She had no idea what had happened, and he didn’t want her imagination to get too far away. “He didn’t rape you. But you were sleeping, and he woke you, threatened you, and he … touched you. You were so scared, Ember, and it nearly killed me.” His emotion was hitting like a freight train, and he was gasping for breath as his body crumbled and fell apart in front of her. “You were just so fucking scared. Oh, God. It was…” He was shaking his head. She had tears in her eyes, and he pulled her body close.
“He was behind you on the bed, and you were sitting up. He was threatening to kill you if you made a sound. Your eyes were so wide and terrified, and when his hands moved over your body, you started to cry, and I started to beg. He touched your breasts, and he put his fingers in you, and I thought I was going to die, and I just kept begging. Mason finally called him off. They knew I would do anything they asked, and I did. He told me I had to wipe your memory or kill you. Thomas wiped your memory of him before he left, and I came home to you.” He could feel her breath against his chest and wetness from her tears there as well.
“When I arrived back here, you were sleeping. I held you. It was all I could do at that point. I was devastated. He exhaled a deep and heavy sigh of emotional baggage, and she pulled herself even closer to his body.
“I’m so sorry, Truman.” Her voice was so quiet as she spoke, and when he pulled her back to look at her, she leaned to his mouth and finally kissed him.
Her lips felt cool like his but still so very familiar. Her taste hadn’t changed at all, and she allowed his tongue to pass over her lips and delve within. She was soothing his pain in the way only she could, and it left him wanting to sob. He reached to her cheeks, clutching her face to his, and their passion ignited quickly. She was grasping his body and pulling him hard to her own, and when they finally parted, she spoke. “Will you make love to me?” She instantly bit her lower lip, and he smiled.
“I thought you’d never ask.” His voice was quiet, but even as he spoke the words, he was suddenly nervous.
He wanted her so much, but when it came right down to it, was she ready? Or was he going to do more damage than good to her trust in him? She must have seen the worry in his expression because she moved her hands to his cheeks, pulling his mouth to hers. “It’s okay. Please.” She whispered the permission he needed, and he found he couldn’t stop anymore on this day than he could the first time she’d asked so many years ago.
“Undress me.” He gave her his most seductive voice; the one that usually ended in her arousal and his too when her subtle and light musk hit his senses. As if on cue, her body responded, and his cock flexed against the fabric of his pants.
He watched her face as she reached out to his body. He’d worn a black V-neck T-shirt on this day, and as her fingers worked up under the shirt and pushed it toward his head, his muscles twitched in response to her touch. Her fingertips were cool, and while he’d loved her warmth in life, he loved her touch just as much in death. It was a new touch—timid but electrifying. It was like feeling her touch for the first time all over again. When she reached the level of his pectoral muscles, she grazed over his hardened nipples, and his stomach muscles twitched again. He lifted his shoulders from the mattress as she pulled the T-shirt over his head, and once his chest was bare, he pulled her down snug against his chest. He could feel her rock-hard nipples through the fabric of her own shirt, and his lips claimed hers, sucking one and then the other between his own lips.
He pulled her shirt off over her head as well and found she was again braless. He wanted her always that way. Her small breasts were perfect, and he loved that she didn’t try to make them more than they were with thick padding and wires to push them to the sky. Besides that, he loved seeing her nipples through cotton—her very favorite understated fabric of choice. She made simple look so fucking amazing.
He bent to her breast, capturing the nipple between his teeth and clamping down with a cautious and well-controlled nip. She cried out, but it was all pleasure, and when her hands traveled to his waist, he moaned in overlong anticipation for her hand on his cock. He’d dreamed about it more times than he could recall since the last time he felt that touch, and now that it was here, and he no longer had to fear it wouldn’t happen again, he was in ecstasy and so completely relieved.
She undid the button on his faded, old jeans, and he was still hunched over her breast, pulling her nipple deep within his mouth as her fingers passed beyond the waistband. She unzipped his pants with one hand as she used the fingers of her other hand to caress downward under the waistband of his underwear. She pulled the jeans down his hips as he lifted his hip from the mattress, and with one smooth move, she had his jeans down to his thighs.
He trailed his fingers down to the waist of her jeans too, and he was already fantasizing about sinking his fingers into her wetness. He could remember the feel of her wet arousal coating his fingers so well, and he was nearly ready to tear her clothes off, but he was also enjoying the intimacy their slow build-up was bringing. He undid her button and lowered her zipper, and after he’d pulled his own jeans the rest of the way off, he inched hers slowly down her hips, letting his mouth kiss and suck its way down her abdomen.
She was trembling as his mouth tasted her skin, and when he’d reached the top of her underwear line, he looked to her eyes and smirked. He inched her underwear down her hips and inhaled her essence deeply through his nose as she watched. He couldn’t wait to get his lips and tongue on her pussy, and it was excruciating being patient. He kept inching the waist of her underwear farther down as his mouth continued to kiss and lick trails across her abdomen and then farther down to her sex, and when he’d exposed the top of her lips, he dipped his tongue into the cleft and pushed down to her clitoris. Her hips jolted, and he pulled back, tormenting her.
Her taste was exactly as it had been before, and he pulled her underwear down lower to expose what he intended to devour. When he murmured “beautiful,” her breath caught in her throat, and when he pulled her underwear completely off her legs and tossed them to the floor, a tremor ran through her body. He pushed between her legs and leaned his mouth down to hers. She was nervous, and as his cock tickled her stomach, she watched him. “Will you taste me?” She nodded shyly at his word, and with her agreement, he rolled their bodies to their sides, and he delved into her mouth with his tongue. He stroked her tongue and tasted her taste, and when he’d had his fill, he spoke quietly in her ear. “I’m going to eat your pussy while you suck my cock. Now, lie on your back and spread your legs wide for me.”
She rolled to her back as he had asked, and Truman propped himself up on his elbow to gaze down at her. His mouth found her nipples again, and he laved, licked, nipped at both, torturing her arousal. His hand moved back down to the cleft of her pussy, and he stroked his middle finger down between the lips. She was wet, and his finger glided easily and smoothly over her tight nub on its way down to her entry. Her body shuddered and her stomach muscles clenched, and when his finger found her opening, he pushed slowly inside. She moaned, and he did too at the intense sensation of her moisture surrounding his flesh. He stroked in and out of her body, sitting up further to watch the penetration. His finger glistened in her cum, and he pushed and pulled, his cock aching to invade her with every thrust of his finger. She kept her legs open wide in invitation, and when her hips writhed, he plunged another finger in with the first.