“He’s a fucking monster,” she said as she glanced upward.
The feeling of a need to protect her enveloped me.
“Well, he won’t touch you with me in your life. Not and get away with it,” I assured her.
“That’s one of the things I like about being around you. You make me feel safe. But no one can promise anything,” she said.
The anger within me was at an all-time high. I’d never felt as helpless to assist someone in need in my entire life. All I felt I was able to do was assure her I’d never let harm come to her, at least not while I was around.
I glanced down at my boots and considered what I wanted to say.
“I can. I can make that promise. I’ll protect you from him,” I said as I gazed up and into her eyes.
She shook her head.
“You can’t make that promise.”
“I just fucking did,” I snapped back.
We embraced in a hug for a long moment. When I released her from my arms, I slowly raised my hand to her face, and traced my finger down along her jaw. As I reached her chin, I lifted my finger against it, tilting her head back slightly.
I leaned toward her and kissed her softly. Our lips parted and I gazed into her eyes. She stood silently and stared into mine, and as she did, her eyes said what her mouth did not.
She believed me.
ETHAN
Having the house to ourselves, the unavailability of Rain’s favorite smoothie, and what I would describe as a bleak beginning to our first date made me feel I needed to make a bold statement about my feelings for Rain. Additionally, I felt expressing my feelings physically would far exceed my ability to convey the way I felt through communication. With Cade away from the house at the bar until much later in the night, I felt I knew where this night was going to end up; but I wanted to talk first. There was one thing I knew I needed to discuss before this relationship took another step in the direction it was surely headed.
“I need to tell you something,” I sighed.
“Now?” she breathed.
I nodded my head and sat up.
“Uhhm, okay,” she said as she wiped our kiss from her lips with the back of her hand.
“I’m uhhm. I…when I was a kid, I had an accident on a mini bike. I came down really hard on the backbone of the frame, and it was…well, it was right where it counts. I ended up off the bike and on a rock at some point, and fucked up my spine. They never really decided which one did it, the spine injury, or the other, but…I uhm,” I hesitated, somewhat embarrassed to continue.
“I can’t have kids,” I said flatly.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she reached over and touched her hand against my knee.
Sorry you started this relationship, or sorry it happened?
“Why?” I asked.
“Well, I’m sorry it happened. And I guess I’m sorry you’ll never be able to enjoy fatherhood,” she said.
“Thanks. So, where’s this leave us?” I asked.
She wrinkled her nose slightly as her eyes narrowed, “What do you mean?”
I shifted my weight on the bed nervously, and turned toward her, “Are you okay with it?”
“Ethan I love you. I don’t expect you to be in love with me in the way I am with you. I don’t know, I’m sure it develops differently with different people, but I love you. I know I do. And if you can’t have kids, it may sound stupid, but I love that too. It’s part of you. I accept it, and I’ll always accept it,” she responded as her hand rubbed along my inner thigh.
“You sure?” I asked, somewhat relieved she had responded in the manner she did.
She nodded her head and leaned toward me, tilting her head upward as she did.
“Kiss me,” she sighed.
Although I had been upfront and truthful with my former wife, I had never really been truthful with myself after she left me. When she and I initially discussed my injury, the relationship commitment on her part came after a month-long period of time in which she contemplated her decision. In retrospect, her need for a future was summed up in nothing other than my inability to provide her with a family, but I had told myself it was a financial future she desired. Looking back now, she had probably never been honest with herself. Her desire to have children as a part of our relationship was apparent in her decision to leave me.
Rain’s immediate acceptance of me and my shortcoming was comforting, and left me without wonder of her intentions. I leaned into her and kissed her. The kiss quickly developed into a full-fledged make out session on the bed. As we continued to kiss, the kissing became more passionate, and eventually hands began to search for more.
As her hand slid up and down my inner thigh, mine worked their way under her shirt and found her breasts. After a few failed attempts on my part, she reached back and unclasped her bra. As I lifted her tee shirt over her head, she began to unbuckle my belt. After a few more minutes of kissing and groping, we laid side-by-side on the bed, naked. I rolled over onto my back and gazed down the length of my body, admiring her skin against mine.
After a short and rather silent moment of taking note of every inch of her naked body, I watched with much excitement as she kissed along my chest and torso.
“I love looking at your body,” she said as she kissed my stomach.
I watched her hands slide from my chest to my stomach, and eventually rest on my hips.
“And I love…” in mid-sentence I stopped.
My thoughts escaped me as she lifted herself slightly and began to lick the tip of my twitching cock.
“There’s only one way I’ll allow you to do that,” I said as she slowly began to lick along the underside of the shaft.
“And how’s that?’ she asked as she lifted her head slightly.
“Turn around and grind your pussy on my face while you do,” I breathed.
“I like the sound of that,” she said as she began to crab-walk her way around me.
As she began to lift her legs over me, I grasped her ankles and pulled them toward my shoulders. After resting her knees on either side of my chest, I gripped her waist and pulled rearward. She lacked any resistance until I forced my tongue deep into her wet pussy.
“Oh God,” she gasped as I forced my tongue in and out of her wetness.
After a short hesitation, her mouth began to slowly work up and down the shaft of my cock. The feeling of her wet mouth tightening against my rigid flesh was almost more than I was able to stand. There was no doubt this was going to require tremendous focus on my part.
Using my thumbs against her inner thighs, I pressed upward until they met her swollen mound. As I began to massage the sides of her pussy and work my tongue along her lips, she groaned and forced herself onto my cock further. I moaned and forced my tongue deeper into her as she did. So far, this was not going as planned. At this rate, I wouldn’t last a matter of minutes. As her mouth now worked up and down the entire length of my throbbing cock like a jackhammer, I knew I had to do something fast, or this would all be over.
I slid my right thumb along the inside of her soaking wet pussy until I found her clit. Immediately, I began to rub the tip of my thumb against her swollen nub. Her immediate response in the form of a twitching body let me know I had found at least one of her weaknesses. As I continued to torture her clit with my thumb and explore her wet pussy with my tongue, she lost focus and stopped sucking my cock.
Thank you.
I wanted more than anything to be able to perform for Rain. My inability to have children needed to be lost in the fact I was more than able to please her sexually. I believed if my performance was stellar, she would truly forget what little desire she had to have children, if there was any at all.
I moved my mouth downward as I pulled my tongue from between her glistening pussy lips. Now with her clit between my upper lip and tongue, I began to work my tongue against it, pressing it into my soft upper lip. Her response wasn’t what I expected at all.
“Holy…” she groaned.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
Her mouth immediately encompassed my cock and began to slobber, slurp, and suck as if we were in a contest, and she had every intention of winning. As her mouth performed magic along the length of my swollen shaft, I felt as if I was going to explode.
Acting as if she was working against the clock, she forced my cock into her throat. The feeling was immeasurably fabulous, and although I never wanted it to stop, I wanted more. As I continued my tongue-lip procedure on her clit, it became apparent she was going to win this war.
Time to start the dirty talk.
“Fuck my face, rain. Fuck it hard,” I demanded as I moved my mouth to the side.
She groaned into the shaft of my cock as she continued to suck me into a frenzy.
I slapped my hand against her right ass cheek.
She moaned loudly as she loosened the grip of her very able lips from the shaft of my swollen cock.
I slapped her ass little harder. “Can you hear me?”
“Fuck.”
“My.”
“Face.”
Her hips began to work back and forth slightly, pressing her mound against my face. I pushed my tongue into her and grabbed her waist in my hands. Working in the same rhythmic motions, I pulled against her waist as she continued to force her pussy against my tongue. After a few seconds of relief of her sucking my cock, I felt I might have gained a slight advantage. When her moaning began to become louder, and her breathing shorter, I knew she was on the verge of orgasm.
I moaned into her pussy as I continued to pull against her waist. Her hips worked frantically to obtain her pussy’s desire. As I continued to moan and tongue fuck her to the best of my ability, she pressed herself against me and growled a roar into the room, arching her back as she did.
As her body began to shudder, she screamed into the open space.
“Oh…my…fuck…yes…” she said as she collapsed onto me.
I slid from beneath her and rolled to the side. As I reached into the night stand and removed a condom, she turned, glanced over her shoulder, and attempted to smile. She appeared exhausted. As I stretched the condom over my twitching cock, she grinned and raised herself up onto her hands and knees.
“Please, from behind,” she sighed.
Her breasts hung like weights from her chest, swinging from side to side as she attempted to get into position. As she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and glanced toward me, I smiled at her simple beauty and the thought of sharing myself with her sexually. As I climbed onto the bed with my cock in hand, she turned away from me and lowered her head slightly. After climbing into position behind her, it was apparent her short legs, and my long legs were going to create a small problem. Her ass came roughly to the middle of my thigh, and her pussy slightly lower than that. I stared down at her, released my cock, and lifted her by the waist until she was at a height suitable for penetration.
“You short little fucker,” I complained playfully as I held her over the bed.
“Your legs are too long,” she groaned.
“And my arm is cramping,” I chuckled as I released her weight onto the bed.
“Get on me and fuck me. Fuck this shit. I want to see your face when you cum,” I said as I rolled over and rubbed my forearm.
“Huh?” she said over her shoulder.
“Climb up here and ride my cock,” I said as I rolled onto my back.
“You want me on top of you?” she asked with her voiced filled with wonder.
I nodded my head, “Is it a problem?”
“Never done it, boss,” she sighed as she turned around.
I raised myself on my elbows and cocked one eyebrow, “Seriously?”
Her face covered with worry, she slowly moved in to position and straddled my thighs.
“Look, you’re never going to do anything that I’m going to look at as a mistake. We’re both adults. This is going to be awesome. Just climb up there and, well, you know what to do. Get on,” I said as I watched her wiggling into place.
As she lowered herself into place, I guided my cock into her well beyond soaking wet pussy. As soon at the tip penetrated her, her eyes widened as if shocked.
“Oh God,” she gasped.
“Bad?” I asked.
She shook her head and bit her lower lip, “The good bad. Holy crap.”
Slowly, she began to work herself up and down the shaft, taking a little more with each attempt. Soon, she released her lower lip and began to breathe heavily with each stroke, exhaling immediately after she lowered herself completely. In a few moments, she was taking my entire length into her wetness.
“Holy crap…this feels…amazing, but I’m not…” she exhaled as she began to lift her weight.
“Going to…” she gasped as she lowered herself down my glistening cock.
“Last,” she sighed.
“Me neither,” I said as I reached up and grasped her waist in my hands.
I had a plan, but I wanted to kiss her. As I tossed my head rearward, I thrust myself up slowly, pushing myself as deeply into her as her body would allow. As my cock bottomed out inside of her, she grunted and leaned forward, collapsing onto my chest.
“Kiss me,” I said as she began to slowly work her hips back and forth, working against the center portion of my cock like a woman possessed.
I had a few inches left that were seeing little action.
As our lips met, I kissed her passionately, my hands still resting against her waist. As she became lost in the kiss, I bit into her lower lip and unleashed my inner sexual beast. Now working my hips up and down as rapidly as I was able, I thrust my cock in and out of her without mercy.
I eagerly watched my entire length disappear into her wet pussy repeatedly. Her gasps of joyous pain and sheer pleasure into my mouth fueled me to further continue the pace of my attack. As I pounded my hips up against her thighs and ass, my cock fought for space in her tight but willing hole.
As I continued to watch in amazement, our lips finally parted and she rested her head against my shoulder.
“Your pussy is tiny,” I said between breaths.
“Well, your cock is huge,” she breathed against my shoulder.
I felt her pussy beginning to contract. I continued my pace and pressed my hands upward against her shoulders, lifting her chest from mine slightly. As her breasts bounced from my repeated punishment of her pussy, I leaned forward and began to squeeze and suck each one, alternating between them after a few seconds focus on each. Working her nipples between my upper row of teeth and tongue, she immediately began to moan and her eyes widened, exposing bright blue orbs filled with pleasure. With my cock feeling as if it were going to burst into flames, she began to groan and collapsed onto my chest.
Now in full blown climax, her pussy squeezed my cock like a vise. Two more strokes and I was done, my joy exploding into the confines of the condom. As I reached climax, she groaned into my shoulder, biting me repeatedly as she did.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped.
“You…” she said as she lifted her head.
“Feel…”
“Incredible…”
“I love you,” she breathed.
I wasn’t certain how I would respond if she ever directly told me she loved me. As odd as it seemed, and as strange as the entire circumstance felt, I responded from well within my heart. In some respects, I believe I knew long before we made love how I felt, but now, after the night we had together, and what we shared - some form each side of the spectrum of feelings - I knew my response was heartfelt.
I studied her as she gazed beyond me and toward the wall. Rain was so much more than what could be described as beautiful. Beautiful women typically caused men to do or say stupid shit, or ask them on a date when they didn’t even know anything about them. Rain was the type of woman who would cause a man to separate himself from family and friends for fear of losing one moment with her, rob a bank just to buy her a dozen roses, or even commit murder. Ra
in was so much more than even a once-in-a-lifetime woman. Rain was just, well, Rain. She clearly defined beauty, and every other beautiful woman on this earth was merely trying to mimic her.
“I love you too,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed her.
“I’m so glad you decided to love me,” she said under her breath.
I narrowed my gaze and cocked my head to the side, “Decide to love you? I didn’t decide.”
Her face immediately filled with wonder, “What do you mean?”
“Love happens. We don’t choose love, love chooses us. When the time comes, love taps us on the shoulder. I think as long as we’re not too preoccupied to feel the touch, love simply happens.”
“Interesting concept,” she grinned.
After a moment of staring intently at her face, and thinking about my feelings, I grinned.
“The three most valid points in our life are when we’re born, when we die, and when we fall in love. We don’t get to choose when we’re born, nor do we get to choose when we die. I don’t believe we get to choose when it is our heart decides to open up for another person, either. I certainly didn’t. If life were a book, being born would be the beginning, dying is without a doubt the ending, and falling in love the climax,” I said as I reached for the hair which had begun to obstruct her eyes.
I lifted the shiny strands high and released them onto her ear, allowing it to hold them from falling onto her face. As I became lost in her simple beauty, her lips parted slightly and she spoke softly in response.
“I don’t think falling is love is the climax. I think falling in love is everything in between,” she breathed.
Everything in between.
The thought of feeling the way I felt, and having the feeling remain until the last chapter of my life was heartwarming.
“I want that,” I said without consciously making the decision to speak.
“What?”
I reached for her chin and tilted her head to face me. As our eyes met, I smiled, “The everything in between.”