“My client was in town for a bachelorette party,” he paused, sighed and then dropped the bomb, “for Vanessa.”
I raised up on one elbow and faced him. “You saw Vanessa?”
He turned his head toward me. “Yeah. She wanted to talk, too.”
“About what?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t talk to her other than telling her I didn’t want to talk to her.”
“You didn’t?”
“Why would I?” He raised up on his elbow so we were face-to-face. “What is there to say? It’s been almost fifteen years and I’m in love with you.”
“What if she didn’t get the abortion?”
He stared at me for a beat then laughed. “Oh, she did. She shoved her discharge papers in my face without a word after it happened when she returned to school.”
“You’re not curious what she wanted to talk to you about?”
“She didn’t even know I was going to be there. It couldn’t have been that important.”
“True. But it fucked you up.”
“I just wasn’t expecting it.” I nodded. “Let’s never speak of her again.”
I bit my lower lip and looked down at his bare chest. I was still turned on from his hand that was rubbing between my legs when I woke up and seeing his bare, rippled chest was an added bonus. Hooking my leg over his hip, I started to crawl over his body, causing him to lie back on his back.
“Andi.” He grinned.
“Shh, I’m ready.”
“You’re ready, ready?”
I nodded then raised up, pulling my tank top over my head and tossing it to the floor. His hands rubbed along my bare back as my breasts slid across his chest, our mouths returning to savor each other. I wanted to stay locked together like glue, be with him in this position with me on top forever, his hands in my hair, mine in his, the sound of our lips smacking when we needed air.
My hips started to move, grinding on his cock. He groaned and deepened the kiss, his fingers dipped into the sides of my panties and he began to tug. I didn’t hesitate as I moved back and forth. I was ready. This was it. This was the moment. I was tired of living in the past just as he was done living in his.
With our lips never losing contact, he rolled me over onto my back, his hips between my legs. He supported himself on one elbow as the other played with the elastic on my panties.
“Are you sure?”
Hoping it would get the message across, I grinned and lifted my hips, giving him permission to finish undressing me. He returned his mouth to mine and I felt a tug and the tickle of the lace from my underwear on the backside of my legs as he removed them, causing goosebumps to spread. Paul dropped them on the side of the bed then started at my ankles, running his fingertips along the outside of my leg until he reached my hip. A small moan escaped my lips, causing me to break the war our tongues were having.
He kept his forehead resting against mine. “Still the best fucking noise I’ve ever heard. I wanna hear more.”
He brought a hand up and cupped one of my breasts, lowering his lips to the other. He started grinding his hips against my core at the same time he twisted the bud of my nipple.
I threw my head back and gasped. “Oh God.”
“Shh. It’s okay, baby. Just feel.” Taking one of his hands, he started at my collarbone and traced random patterns down the front of me, circling around each nipple while he blew on them and caused them to pucker. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled as he started making his way back down to my chest with his mouth. His fingers started a path down to my stomach and the second his fingers came into contact with the swollen lips of my pussy, I jerked.
“Get out of your pretty little head, gorgeous, and just feel. I got you.”
I nodded, my eyes closing as he slid down my body. He cupped my mound with his hand, letting me get a feel of him. Without saying a word, he ran two fingers back over my center, applying the smallest amount of pressure to the sweet spot my body was craving.
“That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “Just feel.” He lowered his fingers again and after a second of teasing, he inserted a single digit. “So fucking wet. Christ, gorgeous…” Slowly pumping his finger in and out of me, he started peppering kisses along the inside of my thigh, slowly making his way toward my core. Once he got to where he wanted to be, he removed his finger and took one long swipe of his tongue.
“Paul …” I moaned.
He brought his hands up and used his thumb to spread me open for him. He started flicking my clit with his tongue before latching onto it with his mouth and alternating between flicking and sucking. His fingers probed my throbbing pussy again, starting with one and quickly adding another. The second he twisted his fingers into the perfect position—hitting just the right spot—my back arched off the bed and I screamed.
I grabbed his face, pulled him to me, and kissed him as if it were my last breath. Tasting myself on him only drove my need and hunger to have him inside of me. With our lips locked, he removed his boxers, and the feel of his hard cock grinding against where my body needed him most almost sent me directly into another frenzy. I wanted him bad. So fucking bad.
Paul pulled a condom out of his nightstand, ripping it open and rolling it on. Once he returned his lips to mine, he rolled us over again so I was on top. I knew why he did this, and damn if it didn’t make me fall in love with him that much more.
He grabbed my face with both hands, staring me directly in the eyes, “I love you, Andi.”
I wanted to tell him at that moment that my name was really Joselyn. Hear him say the words that I’d never heard before: “I love you, Joselyn.” Instead, I asked a question I wasn’t sure how to ask so I just did.
“Will you help me?”
A smile—the kind of smile I’d never seen on somebody’s face before—smile of deep, consuming and devoted love, happiness and acceptance crossed his face. “I’m right here, baby.”
I lifted just enough for him to reach around to ready himself, and then slowly I lowered myself onto him. I stared directly into his eyes as I lowered myself inch by inch, steadying myself with my hands on his chest. It burned as his dick stretched me, the size of him overtaking my pussy.
“That’s it. Just go slow.”
It was nothing like my first time. The pain might be comparable on some sort of level, but Paul was allowing me to get used to his size. It wasn’t forced and out of my control. This was all me. I was staring into the eyes of the man I loved. The man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.
The lower I got, the less the burn ached. Once I was filled to the hilt, emotions came flooding through me. Tears poured down my face and I tried with everything in me to keep them at bay, but it was no use. I was happy, relieved.
Paul sat up and wrapped me in his arms. He simply held me while I cried, rubbing circles on my back while my tears ran down his. We stayed like that for a few minutes, Paul inside of me until I was done crying. He looked me in the eyes and I nodded.
He began thrusting his hips, never once losing eye contact with me until I threw my head back when my orgasm tore through me. Paul followed moments later as he grabbed my hips, pumped hard a few times, and stilled.
I collapsed on top of him.
I was emotionally and physically exhausted, but so utterly and deeply in love.
Paul and I woke up the next morning in a tangled mess. If someone saw us, they wouldn’t have been able to tell where I ended and Paul began. Throw the sheets in the mix and I wasn’t sure if we’d ever be able to untangle. That was okay with me; I was right where I wanted to be.
Paul was laying on his back with half of my body thrown over his and my head on his chest. This was what it felt like to be in love. This man had my heart—my whole heart—and it scared the shit out of me. As fast and hard as I fell for him, I realized there was a chance that when he discovered everything—because eventually he would—I might lose him. The thought alone made my heart feel as if it was being ripped from my chest. Paul shifted slightly underneath me and abruptly brought me out of my thoughts.