off the water.
The tapping of rain, soothing slosh of water, and his low, breathy groan when I shifted, rubbing his cock against my thigh, relaxed my anxiety-ridden muscles.
His hands gripped my hips and urged me to rise. “Take me inside you. Please...” His hungry gaze pleaded with me.
I did as he asked. Bracing my arms on the sides of the tub, I lifted. He grasped his cock and placed the head at my entrance. Easing down his length, I rested my hands on his shoulders and smiled. When he was fully seated within me, he let out a small gasp.
We sat joined, savoring each other. Our connection.
“Do you feel that?”
I tried not to giggle, but only partially succeeded. “How could I not?”
“Not my cock, you silly woman. The peace. The perfection. The love is amplified when I’m inside you, beside you, anytime I think of you. Right now, in this moment, I’ve never been more myself. Loved. Accepted. Sex with a stranger will never give me that. The love in your eyes that knows all my weaknesses, yet fills me with nothing but strength. That’s what I’m addicted to.” He brushed his full lips over mine. His breathy words were warm against my mouth. “What I feel for you, Elaine, is not lust, but unmistakable love. And if there’s one thing I’ve proven in my life, it’s that I am foolishly loyal.” His mouth closed over mine and with tender nudges of his tongue he coaxed my participation. “What happened? What has drained your confidence? The Elaine I remember, quite literally, brought me to my knees.” His kiss was a more than gentle reminder.
I sniffled, trying not to cry at his words. “I think it was the not knowing. Until I needed you, I didn’t realize how alone I had been. After learning about my father, I went numb, but you taught me to feel. Unfortunately, when I started to feel again, the rediscovered emotions overwhelmed me.”
“That’s good. Feeling strong emotions means you’re healing. Just like with a wound. Many think pain is the result of trauma. But the second the knife strikes there is an instant of nothingness and then healing begins. Pain is productive. The agony spurs one to take action. Nothingness is deadly.” He tugged on my hips, urging me to slide up and down his shaft. “I want you to feel deeply.” He sheathed himself inside me and smiled. “I don’t mean physically, even though this...is wonderful.” Pressing his hips snug against me, he bit his lip, a growl escaping. “Oh, Elaine, you make it hard to concentrate. You feel so good.” His lips sucked on the base of my throat. He kissed up my neck until he stopped at the sensitive spot behind my ear. His arms tightened around me, and he whispered, “Don’t fight it. You don’t have to hide from me. If you want to cry, to scream, let the pain out. Share your frustration with me. God knows you’ve felt my pain. You’re not alone.”
He held me tight against him as he flexed his hips, lifting me slightly to give just enough room to set a rhythm.
“Elaine, you’ve loved me. Let me love you.”
Tears of joy, sorrow, fear, and hope spilled from my eyes as I clutched him tighter. The way I felt frightened me. I needed him too much. The soul-crushing ache wasn’t want, but something much deeper. Love was such a fickle thing; the desire could be absent one moment and all consuming the next.
Water splashed over the sides of the tub with each thrust of his hips.
I clutched his shoulders tighter. “I’m not sure if I know how, Xavier.”
“Just stop resisting your emotions. Like now...feel how much I want you. Need you.” His hand rested on my breast, cupping the mound. “You’re not the only one who’s afraid. You make me feel things I never thought possible. I thought I knew what love was, but I was a fool. With everything that has happened in my life, you’re the only thing with the power to destroy me.” His stare was intense. Our gazes locked, our bodies entwined.
“Never,” was all I could say
The tapping of rain, soothing slosh of water, and his low, breathy groan when I shifted, rubbing his cock against my thigh, relaxed my anxiety-ridden muscles.
His hands gripped my hips and urged me to rise. “Take me inside you. Please...” His hungry gaze pleaded with me.
I did as he asked. Bracing my arms on the sides of the tub, I lifted. He grasped his cock and placed the head at my entrance. Easing down his length, I rested my hands on his shoulders and smiled. When he was fully seated within me, he let out a small gasp.
We sat joined, savoring each other. Our connection.
“Do you feel that?”
I tried not to giggle, but only partially succeeded. “How could I not?”
“Not my cock, you silly woman. The peace. The perfection. The love is amplified when I’m inside you, beside you, anytime I think of you. Right now, in this moment, I’ve never been more myself. Loved. Accepted. Sex with a stranger will never give me that. The love in your eyes that knows all my weaknesses, yet fills me with nothing but strength. That’s what I’m addicted to.” He brushed his full lips over mine. His breathy words were warm against my mouth. “What I feel for you, Elaine, is not lust, but unmistakable love. And if there’s one thing I’ve proven in my life, it’s that I am foolishly loyal.” His mouth closed over mine and with tender nudges of his tongue he coaxed my participation. “What happened? What has drained your confidence? The Elaine I remember, quite literally, brought me to my knees.” His kiss was a more than gentle reminder.
I sniffled, trying not to cry at his words. “I think it was the not knowing. Until I needed you, I didn’t realize how alone I had been. After learning about my father, I went numb, but you taught me to feel. Unfortunately, when I started to feel again, the rediscovered emotions overwhelmed me.”
“That’s good. Feeling strong emotions means you’re healing. Just like with a wound. Many think pain is the result of trauma. But the second the knife strikes there is an instant of nothingness and then healing begins. Pain is productive. The agony spurs one to take action. Nothingness is deadly.” He tugged on my hips, urging me to slide up and down his shaft. “I want you to feel deeply.” He sheathed himself inside me and smiled. “I don’t mean physically, even though this...is wonderful.” Pressing his hips snug against me, he bit his lip, a growl escaping. “Oh, Elaine, you make it hard to concentrate. You feel so good.” His lips sucked on the base of my throat. He kissed up my neck until he stopped at the sensitive spot behind my ear. His arms tightened around me, and he whispered, “Don’t fight it. You don’t have to hide from me. If you want to cry, to scream, let the pain out. Share your frustration with me. God knows you’ve felt my pain. You’re not alone.”
He held me tight against him as he flexed his hips, lifting me slightly to give just enough room to set a rhythm.
“Elaine, you’ve loved me. Let me love you.”
Tears of joy, sorrow, fear, and hope spilled from my eyes as I clutched him tighter. The way I felt frightened me. I needed him too much. The soul-crushing ache wasn’t want, but something much deeper. Love was such a fickle thing; the desire could be absent one moment and all consuming the next.
Water splashed over the sides of the tub with each thrust of his hips.
I clutched his shoulders tighter. “I’m not sure if I know how, Xavier.”
“Just stop resisting your emotions. Like now...feel how much I want you. Need you.” His hand rested on my breast, cupping the mound. “You’re not the only one who’s afraid. You make me feel things I never thought possible. I thought I knew what love was, but I was a fool. With everything that has happened in my life, you’re the only thing with the power to destroy me.” His stare was intense. Our gazes locked, our bodies entwined.
“Never,” was all I could say
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