Penny
The silence on the drive back to Spotlight is anything but comfortable. Almost suffocating. I can’t help but think about the first time he brought me here. This time there is no warm blanket wrapped around me. Now all I have is a blanket of lies that got ripped away from me like a giant Band-Aid.
There is no carrying me up the stairs, I all but sprint up them, still buzzing from the adrenaline of all that went down.
I tap my foot impatiently as he takes his sweet-ass time climbing the stairs to his tower.
As soon as he has the gazillionth lock undone, I brush past him and into the apartment. Throwing my purse down, thinking about flushing his secret stash down the drain I stomp around the apartment.
Struggling to find the words. To use my voice.
“Say something.” He stands with his back to me, locking up.
“What can I say?”
“I wasn’t trying to control you. I know after everything you have been through control—”
“You don’t get it!” I yell, finding it feels good.
“Get what?” He keeps his voice calm.
“Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be in control … I want to lose it.” He slowly turns and his eyes lock on mine. “I want you to take it.”
His eyes flame with desire.
I know it’s what he wants, but he’s been holding back.
Now all the cards are on the table. No more secrets. No holding back.
“Penny.” He stalks toward me with a sigh. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I do.” I meet him in the middle and we stand in the center of the room.
I want to be swallowed up in him, I want to let it all go and crawl into his skin and get lost.
I know that’s how it would be if he would take me like I’m not broken.
“Please. Help me lose control,” I beg as he closes the distance between us.
“How?” he asks, pulling me into his arms.
“Take it,” I whisper against his lips as I reach up and claim his lips with my own.
Drawing back, I see the moment his restraint snaps.
In the blink of an eye, he’s practically dragging me to the bedroom.
“This is what you want?” He throws me on the bed and I land with a bounce.
He rips his clothes off before tearing my own away. I grow wet watching his muscles ripple.
“Is this what you want to see?” He voice grows gruff. “Me barely able to contain my need for you? You think I’m in control?”
“Yes,” I groan as his hands begin kneading my skin.
“And this?” His fingers plunge into me as he tears my panties off.
“Yes,” I moan, not afraid because I know who he is deep down. He would never hurt me.
“How about now?” His hands grip my legs as he drags me to the end of the bed.
“Yes,” I cry out, and he palms my breasts and thrusts against me.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I mumble into his mouth and we kiss. A frantic tangle of tongues, he nips my bottom lip drawing it slowly through his teeth.
My fingernails scrape down his bare back as he shifts between my thighs. Our skin slick with sweat.
Desperate for him, and lost in the moment, the breath is knocked out of me as he drives into me suddenly.
“And now?” he moans, his cock filling me up. Plunging in and withdrawing ever so slowly. Before repeating it over and over.
My body trembles from the inside out as he sets what should be a punishing pace.
But it’s what I’ve been waiting for.
The moment he loses control and takes mine with it. I feel no fear. No hesitation. Only pleasure. Relief.
Just bodies, moving together. Holding on and letting go.
“Yessssss!” I cry out as an orgasm suddenly crashes through me like a blinding explosion.
His own comes right after and his hips rock into mine as he fills me up.
“Is that what you wanted?” He pushes up on his elbows and studies my face.
“Yes,” I whisper, suddenly shy about my demands. “It was perfect.”
My hands tangle in his hair and his head falls to my bare chest.
“It was … everything,” he says rolling over and taking me with him. He’s still hard inside me, neither of us wanting to break contact.
“Mmm. Hmmm.” I yawn into his chest. “You’re everything.”
No warm cloths. No Kool-Aid. No more words. Just us. Lying naked and exposed, and I’ve never felt more secure.
Shapiro
Brushing the hair out of her face, I watch her sleep. Curled up in my bed, so peaceful. And safe.
Yesterday comes back full force. I feel bad for keeping her in the dark. But I’m not sorry for protecting her.
Her lids flutter and her eyes open, the words just tumble out.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She yawns sitting up next to me against the headboard. “I was semi-awake.”
“No, not for waking you up. I mean last night.” I try apologizing again. “I was only trying too—”
“Shhh.” She hushes me by putting her lips over mine, shutting me up with a kiss.
“It doesn’t matter now. I know why you did what you did,” she explains, climbing into my lap.
“You do?” I ask, and she nods pressing her forehead to mine.
“But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is something that I need to tell you. Something I’ve been keeping from you.”
Now she’s making me a little nervous.
“Penny?” My eyes search her face.
“I love you.” She smiles, and my heart nearly beats out of my chest.
Hearing the words from her pouty lips makes me happier than I could have ever imagined. Placing my palms on either side of her face, I lean in, our noses brushing.
“I love you too. I’ve been waiting to tell you, afraid of scaring you away.”
“I’m not scared, and I’m giving you my whole heart, Shapiro, because I know you’re my safe place. My protector.”
Our kiss turns into more as we pour our feelings out.
“I think it’s you who saved me,” I confess as I roll us back down on the bed and show her just how much I love her.