Lilli…
“I want to be on top,” I whispered into his ear about two or three careful slow thrusts of his in. He kissed the side of my neck and I gasped when he hit that spot that sent shivers down one half of my body. He spent some more time there and rolled us both, his thick, hard length never leaving my body as I suddenly found myself on top, my one thigh aching a bit from the transition. That always happened, but it would be my secret because I never wanted for a moment for Backdraft to think he hurt me in any way.
I slid down him completely, bracing my hands against his chest so that I could sit up, and biting my bottom lip at the depth of penetration and the change in angle. It hit all the right places inside of me, and I was torn between being selfish and grinding to get myself off one more time, and riding him more for his pleasure.
He rolled his hips in that delicious way that decided me for me. I mimicked his movement and carried on with it, stabilizing myself against his chest as his hands found my hips and he ground me back and forth on him. I loved it, that heavy warm glow like sunrise pressing against the horizon starting low in my body. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, my hair tickling the top of my ass, dipping further down my lower back, the sensation sending prickles along my spine even as he sucked in a breath at the sight of me.
I looked at him, his hazel eyes devouring me from the crown of my head down, stopping at my eyes, a depth of emotion I’d never encountered with anyone else passing between us. That gaze of his swept my body, lingering on my tits with such an intensity I could almost feel the weight of it, and all it did was serve to excite me even more.
I touched the side of my neck which slightly burned with the rub of his stubble on it from earlier and he watched me make the motion. I couldn’t help it, with a slight smile I made a show of trailing those fingertips along my own skin, slowly lingering between my breasts as the light inside me intensified. I swept a slow and tantalizing erotic path down my stomach, his eyes trapped by the web of my fingertips and dragging along my skin with them.
I rolled my hips forward and closed my eyes, dipping those same fingers between our bodies and slicking them through the wetness I found there, touching myself lightly as I continued my erotic dance for him.
He groaned, and gasped my name and I could feel he was close, twitching inside me slightly. His eyes closed and such a look of concentration crossed his face. I smiled, knowing damn well the image of me was burned on the insides of his eyelids and good god that gave me such a sense of power.
I loved the sense of power he gave me. One look, one touch, and somehow it was as if I could bring this giant, beautiful man to his knees, and the euphoria and confidence that bestowed on me was another erotic sort of pleasure that I don’t think I had ever experienced before with anyone else.
I felt the light inside me surge and I moaned his name softly. He encouraged me, and with a gentle swish of my fingers, that light spilled over my horizon and set me on fire in a beautiful and gentle rush, where fire flowed and imitated water, rippling over my surface like a brook rushing over round stones.
He cried out with me, his big arms going around me as he sat up and crushed me to him, holding me firmly, protectively as our mouths found each other and it was a clash of fire and ice. His steady stillness quenching the fire inside me, the fire inside me bringing him to life to kiss me with a sudden and renewed fervor. I swear to god, the moment was so beautiful, so pure, so everything a tear slipped free.
“Mm, you okay, babe?” he whispered.
I sniffed and smiled down at him, “I’m perfect,” I whispered back.
“Good, good,” he murmured and brought my lips to his again. I sighed against his mouth and relaxed against him, languid and complete, and he smoothed his hands against my cooling skin, warming me.
“God, that was good,” he murmured a moment later.
“Mm hmm,” I agreed happily.
“Let me get cleaned up and come back.”
“’Kay.”
He took himself off the other side of the bed and I rolled onto my stomach, peeking around the headboard as he took himself through the bathroom doorway behind everything on the back wall.
Mm, god, his ass was something perfect, putting Michelangelo’s David to shame. I sighed happily and turned onto my back, arching against the satin sheets, enjoying the tactile sensation of the slick, soft fabric against my nude body.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered from the side of the bed, “You’re fucking perfect.”
I yipped and laughed and he jumped into bed with me, attacking me with tickling kisses and little nibbles against my skin. I laughed and thrashed against the onslaught; I loved this so much.
“Oh, my god, I love you!” I cried and he backed off just enough to see my laughing face. His was so very serious and for a split second I felt a frisson of panic. Oh, shit! Did I really just say that out loud?
“Shh, it’s okay,” he said and bent and placed his lips against mine. My heart calmed and he murmured against them, “When I’m with you, I feel like I’ve found my true best friend. My soulmate, my perfect match.”
“Yeah?” I asked, my voice tight as I held my breath.
“Yeah. I think I loved you the first time we really talked, Lil. You’re everything to me.”
I swallowed hard and felt those happy tears return. It was everything I had ever wanted a man to say to me and was so raw and genuine I couldn’t help but feel something.
He kissed me, and then kissed my tears away, holding me tenderly and sighing, such a content sound. He gathered me up and held me for a long moment before we let the emotions carry us both away into another long slow round of serious love-making.
“I need to tell you something,” he murmured once we were both sated, the lights were out, and we were both comfortably nestled into bed.
“Mm?” I asked drowsily.
“I ran into that asshole from the 10-13 on the elevator.”
I froze. There was only one asshole he could be talking about in relation to us and the 10-13. I groaned and relaxed against him, sighing out my frustration.
“Did he recognize you?” I asked.
“Yeah, he lives on the 21st floor, babe, with his fiancée.”
“Shit,” I muttered. “I wonder if she even knows he cheated.”
“Dunno,” I said. “My guess would be no.”
“Why’s that?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I know the type of guy,” he said. “Hell, my own firehouse mate, a guy on my own shift was banging Torrid behind my back. It was one of the other guys that caught them out and took photos to break it to me. Ackley still tried to fuckin’ deny it.”
“What happened?” I asked softly.
“He was transferred, the guys at his new house are still giving him the cold shoulder, and the guys from my house are just now starting to talk to him again.”
“You don’t sound happy about that,” I observed.
“Would you be?”
“No. No, I would not,” I said with a bitter laugh. He held me a little tighter and kissed the top of my head, sighing. I stared out the glass, far in front of us and out over the twinkling lights of the city at the lights along the Bay Bridge, glittering on the calm surface of the Chesapeake.
“Thank you for telling me,” I said softly, after a time.
“You bet,” he said, sounding relieved. I’d felt a moment of resentment, but it wasn’t aimed at him. It was aimed at Mark. I mean, seriously? How awful and awkward would that have been? Just running into him and his girlfriend or fiancée, or whatever she was to him, in the lobby? It made me angry that he knew I would be too embarrassed, too humiliated, to say anything. God, he’d picked a ripe target in me to have a fling with.
I felt bitter and hurt all over again. Backdraft smoothed a hand up and down my back and I closed my eyes and sighed.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I whispered.
He chuckled, “No place I’d rather be, babe. No place I’d rather be.”
God, I loved him so much. The sting of betrayal was replaced by another kind of hurt ‒ the good kind. I smiled and cuddled close and before I knew it, the sun was waking me and Backdraft was gone – but not without leaving a note.
Dinner, tomorrow night at the firehouse. I want you to meet the other guys.
I laughed gently and laid back, Jaspar jumping up on the bed with a querulous meow.
“You’d better get used to him, guys. I think he’s here to stay.” My cat head-butted my hand affectionately and I showered him in love. I sighed and looked at the day through brand-new eyes.