Chapter 50: Chapter 50
It feels good to be back home. I follow Scott as he lays our bags down on the bedroom floor. The lights are off and the bed is made. It looks inviting; I’m so tired from crying, physically and emotionally exhausted. I slide my shoes off and pulled the bedspread back. I feel Scott approach me from behind.
“Do you need help with your zipper?” he asks. “Please,” I say.
His fingers tips touched the back of my neck as he slowly glides the zipper down my body. He places his hands on my bare shoulders and then lowers my dress off me until it falls to the floor. I close my eyes and lean back into him. Just standing near him like this feels amazing. The cold air on my warm skin and the feeling he’s near me gives me goosebumps. He leans away from me so he can unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor too.
With the gentle touch of his fingers he guides my head forward giving him more access to my neck and then his soft lips caress the sensitive area near my nape, “You looked beautiful today, your hair always covered your beautiful neck,” he whispers before taking a large portion of my delicate skin into his mouth and sucking hard. He is marking me.
His hands cover my breasts and then the tips of his fingers search blindly for my nipples. By the time he finds them they were already hardened, and he pinches them making me moan quietly. I’m throbbing for him, and I touch myself before placing my hands near his lips so he can taste me. He releases my neck and takes my fingers into his mouth sucking on them gently; I have to take slow deep breaths to stop myself from coming.
He’s so hot. I face him and he gingerly removes his jacket. When the buttons are undone I reach up to lower it off his muscular shoulders making it fall to the ground where my clothing lays and then I start working on the buttons to his shirt. He’s hard and waiting for me to free him but I’m not on his pants yet, so he painfully has to wait.
When I’m on the last button, I push his shirt out of the way on both sides but don’t completely remove it, “You are so beautiful Scott, I love you,” I profess. I touch his stomach with the palms of my hands and slowly glide them up to his chest and then down his arms concentrating on the feel of his butterfly and then the large curves of his biceps. His muscles involuntarily flex underneath the pads of my fingertips, his entire body is responding to me.
My lips part slightly and then he leans down filling my mouth with his. I push his shirt the rest of the way off his shoulders until his chest is naked. I love him naked. I’m ready for him to take me. He grabs my wrists firmly and says, “Before we go any farther, I need you to know, this isn’t going to change anything. I don’t want you to get your hopes up.” His disheartening words don’t make my need for him to be in me stop. My eyes fill up and he releases my wrists waiting to see if I’m going to continue or not.
I continue. My tear-filled eyes stare flagrantly into his as I reach for the zipper to his pants and slowly lower them along with his underwear down to the ground. He steps out and is full Monty.
“Let’s finish this in bed, the right way then,” I say softly. He closes his eyes to my words and then when he opens them again he guides me into our bed under the covers. I don’t give him a chance, I slide down to the foot of the bed and guided his legs apart while I take him into my needy hands and start kissing him everywhere before my tongue licks him wildly, sucking him like he’s this rare piece of exotic tasting candy. He is groaning and his hands nestle in my hair. He is tugging at it trying to get me to stop so he won’t come but I want to drink his fluids. I want him to lose his control when I work on him, and he does. I feel his warm cum collect in the back of my throat. I swallow all of it, enjoying the feel and taste of his dick pulsing uncontrollably in my hands and mouth. I’m hoping that if he loses control, then maybe he’ll see how much he needs and wants me.
He lays on his back breathing heavily, spent. I join him now that he is finished. We stay like that for a minute before he starts sliding down the bed, I touched his shoulder and tell him, “You don’t have to just because I did.”
His eyes look sadly upon me, “I need to see you happy, it’s what I want” he admits.
“Then stay with me,” I resort to begging.
He slides down and his big hands held my thighs firmly apart. I can feel the cold air on me, completely exposed to him. His finger rubs my nub before he does long leisurely strokes with his tongue. I can feel myself coming apart as his strokes quicken and he starts ruthlessly using his tongue to toy with my clit. I start running my fingers through his short hair and focus my concentration on lasting as long as I can. His tongue dives into my depths and starts swirling around making me lose all sense of control. I start thrusting myself into his face grabbing wildly for any hair long enough to yank, but there is none, I resort to grabbing the sheets; I want to scream but manage to contain that. I tell myself to breathe and slow down but then he inserts his fingers into me and touches an area that he’s never touched before causing me to suddenly feel hot flashes and begin pulsing uncontrollably.
I lose all my restraint and the need to call out overwhelms me so I scream with excitement as this huge amount of warm fluid comes bursting from me. Scott lifts his face and I notice his chin is dripping with my juices he has a smile of pride on his lips as this huge sense of relief floods my body.
This has given him enough time to rest and he fills me. I want him to go wild and fuck me hard and fast, but he doesn’t go that route, because he doesn’t like rushing it, instead, he tortures me with slow gentle thrusts, in and out, in and out, his entire length filling me each time. After every controlled thrust he said one word:
“I” “Will” “Never” “Stop” “Loving” “You.” He pauses to kiss my parched lips. “No” “One” “Will” “Ever” “Love” “You” “As” “Much” “As” “I” “Do.”
“I know,” I say breaking down into tears, “I know,” and then with desperate urgency, he finishes inside me fucking me harder than any man possibly could. We come in unison. I will never forget how he makes me feel or stop yearning to be with him again.