Chapter Twenty-Four
Lee
I’m standing in front of Ellie, the one person who believes in me and accepts me for the broken man I am, every jagged piece. I tried to push her away, but she pulled. And I fell. Hard.
The moments between leaving that dance floor to standing here, in front of each other, passed in a blur. We lost our clothes, one piece at a time, from the door to the bedroom. It wasn’t a game or even a race. It was a need. A need to be skin to skin.
My heartbeat rings in my ears as I stand at the foot of her bed, thinking about those words. That song. The way her hand over my heart felt so right. How her body moved against mine. Although she stands before me stripped bare, I can’t take my eyes off her face.
Staring into her eyes, I see desire there and I know she’s remembering, too. The way she felt in my arms, the music, the lyrics. Something so simple, but meaningful. We stay like this for what feels like eternity, each of us waiting to see who goes first, afraid to break the moment.
I want to be the man to worship her, but before I make my move she leans into me, her lips finding mine. I deepen the kiss and try to take charge, but she steps back and places a gentle kiss on my chest before moving to the other side of my chest and then my bicep, before working her way around me in a slow circle. Her lips hover over my skin, back to shoulders, her hand trailing behind, brushing my heated flesh before completing a circle, coming to stand in front of me, lips over my heart. Almost like it’s sealing in her affection.
I start to say her name, but only get as far as clearing my throat, before she takes my hand, and pulls me around to the side of the bed, asking me to lie down with just her touch. I climb onto the bed and tug her hand, pulling her with me. I’m propped up against pillows and she’s draped across me, her hands exploring my naked skin, as if she’s memorizing me. My hands fall to my sides, giving her complete control.
I know exactly how she feels. I did the same thing, committed every touch to memory. As her touch washes over me, the feel of what she’s offering frees me from all thoughts. It chases away the past. I rest my head, but never take my eyes off of her.
She climbs on top of me and I can’t help but reach out to steady her. My need for her grows as we lie skin to skin. My hands move down to her waist as she rocks against me.
My mouth captures her in a kiss that lets her know I’m hers. I give everything I have to her in that kiss, and everything I don’t have. With it she also takes every bad memory, every broken promise, and replaces it with her own.
We pour it all out in silence, in the gentle exhales. A single tear slides down her cheek and if I wasn’t lying down already, it would have brought me to my knees.
I shift us and gently roll, placing her beneath me. I rest on my forearms and cradle her face, wiping the tear with my thumb. I then capture her sadness and bring it to my mouth where I lick the pad of my thumb, never dropping my gaze. I make her a silent vow that I’ll always kiss away her tears.
She smiles and my heart feels like it could burst. Sitting back on my knees I shift her legs and pull her to me. She reaches down between us, stroking me. Her hands on me are enough to nearly send me over the edge.
Pulling her hands in mine, I kiss her palms before lifting our joined hands above her head and I take my place between her legs. I pause one last time, just to make sure this is what she wants. She nods, even though her eyes say it all. I gently slide into her, exhaling as I go, amazed at how she feels made just for me. I struggle to take my time, enjoying the feeling of who we are when connected so intimately. I set the pace—slow, passionate and a promise of forever.
After some time, our mouths find each other. Our bodies make beautiful music together without making a sound. This moment is soulful and means something words could never capture. I feel her getting closer, her breath quickens before I feel her climax around me and I can’t help but follow.
When we’ve both drained every bit we have to let go, I roll onto my back, taking her with me. I nestle my face into her neck, breathing
her in, and she releases a contented sigh. As we fall asleep, our bodies still joined, I think to myself how some things are truly meant to be.
Ellie
Last night was incredible. Emotions flying, I wanted to feel his pain until his hope came back. I wanted to be that for Lee. Give him the light to his darkness with every kiss, every touch.
“Time to shower.” Lee comes around to my side of the bed and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
“Put me down.” I kick and scream down the hall.
“Don’t move or I’m going to drop you.” He bends over to turn on the shower, letting it heat up before he climbs in and sets us both under the hot spray.
Being there in his arms I have never been so relaxed and felt completely taken care of by a man before. He grabs the soap and lathers up his hands before running them the length of my body. The journey is slow and tortuous as his hands move back up my legs, between my thighs, where I need him most. My desire grows but his touch isn’t just sexual, it’s like he’s memorizing every curve.
It’s empowering to see he’s as turned on as I am. I can feel his desire brush against me as he stands, continuing his cleaning around my ribs. Soapy fingers work their way up my arms and massage my shoulders as he moves around behind me.
Pulling my hair to the side, he places a kiss on the back of my neck. My head falls forward against cool tile and his lips devour my neck as his fingers trail ever so slowly across my collarbone before moving lower.
“I was thinking,” he whispers. My breasts rest in his palms and he twists my nipples ever so slightly.
“Uh-oh! That could be dangerous.” I try to tease him but I’m having trouble thinking. He pinches my nipple.
“Funny.” The fire he ignites causes me to back up against him, his hardness now pressed tightly against my lower back. “I was thinking, today we should go to the park.”
“Okay,” I moan. At this point I would do anything he asked of me. “Just don’t stop.”
He hisses and drops his hands, turning me to face him. “But first, I’m gonna take my time with you.”
“Lee,” I moan. “The par—”
“The park can wait, this can’t.”
The hunger in his eyes tells me he’s not joking. And with that he drops to his knees in front of me and shifts my body so the spray hits me square on my sensitive chest. My back arches with the first swipe of his tongue, I reach out to steady myself.
“I got you,” he murmers against my aching flesh, holding me in place. “I’ll always catch you.”