Tommy
She’s told me I’ve got both light and darkness in me. And I’m a lucky fuck because she gets off on both. But right now I’m trying, like fuck, to let her see only the light. Stopping the darkness from engulfing me is proving to be a challenge.
I need to let out enough of the dark to get shit done but keep it on a tight leash so I don’t hurt her. She likes that dark sometimes but it isn’t good for her, especially while she’s pregnant.
I can’t stop thinking about Johnny and Kate. I can’t get my mind off that motherfucker putting his hands on Tessa. I’m thinkin’ about my brother stuck in a sex slave resort trying to pretend to be friends with men who raped and beat his wife for two years.
Things are absolutely fucked right now.
But I can’t shake the fear that if I’m not careful, I’ll ruin Tia. I showed her, last night, who I will be if I need to be. Tonight, I have to show her how much she means to me, so that she’ll know that even if I gotta wear that black hat sometimes, she’s got me. The me that loves her more than anything.
I soaped up her hair and then her body, taking my sweet time, stoking a fire with my touch and she looked like she was enjoying it. I got myself soaped up quickly and then rinsed and pulled the plug and carried her to bed. The lights were out but the hall light was on, our door opened, and our curtains were wide open with light coming in from the outside lights, so I could make her out easily in the dark.
I ran my hand from her ankle to her hip, taking in her soft skin. Her hips were becoming slightly more rounded. Her belly wasn’t showing like she was pregnant but it wasn’t concave any longer. She was curvier. Her tits were fuller, more beautiful. Even in the dark I could see that her eyes were shining, looking at me with love, with trust. That I hadn’t lost that look with what’d happened last night meant a fuckuva lot.
She wound her wet hair up and flicked it back over the top of the pillow her head was on. I put my mouth to her left nipple and sucked, making her back arch.
She grabbed the headboard with both hands. I lightly ran my hands from her wrists down to her armpits and then my hands found her hips. I lavishly licked between her thighs, twirling my tongue around her clit. Her legs wrapped around my back. My touch went from light to greedy. I yanked her legs up over my shoulders.
“Love you, baby girl.”
“Love you so much, Tommy.”
I hungrily went after her pussy with my mouth. She felt like heaven, wrapped tight around my tongue, legs draped over my shoulders like this.
“Don’t ever doubt how much you mean to me,” I told her, and then moved up her body. She had been just about to come when I said that. She took a steadying breath and gripped the rails over the bed harder.
I positioned my cock, ready to slide in, “Yeah?”
“Mmm. Give it to me, yeah.”
I pushed inside, my head rolling back, feeling how wet and tight she was. Her body was out in goosebumps. I ran my hands up and down her legs, her torso, grabbing her tits. She attacked my mouth with hers, letting go of the bed rails to grab my head with both hands.
“You’re mine,” I said, fiercely.
She nodded enthusiastically, a gasp escaping her lips.
“Tell me.”
“Yours,” she breathed and put her hand between us to rub her own clit.
I pushed her hand away. That was my job.
“You wanna come?”
“Yeah.”
I pinned her arms with both hands. She grunted and squeezed my cock with her pussy.
I reared back and rammed deep, rotating my hips, fucking her hard.
“Tommy, please,” she tried to wrestle her arms free.
“Who’s in charge?” I asked.
She blew out a breath, “You. Please. I need to come.”
“You come when I let you come.”
“Hurry! You’re torturing me. I need you.”
I couldn’t deny her. I put my hand to her clit and fucked her hard.
“Come with me, baby…” she pleaded while I kept playing with it until she came, hard, calling out my name.
I came inside her, then, emotion fucking pouring out of my soul at the idea that I might not’ve had this… had something worse happened the night before, had I not been able to save her.
I collapsed onto her, shutting my eyes tight to try to push away the flood of thoughts about Johnny, lying in a hospital bed, wondering how he could possibly survive without the woman he loved, how he’d face his children. He’d probably blame himself for getting involved in the Fete project; he’d wish he’d put out a hit on Leo Fucking Denarda months back when the bullshit had started.
Then my mind flashed to that waiter with his gun to Tia’s head, his arm hooked around her throat.
I rolled to my side, pulled her tighter against me, locking her against my body, burying my face in her hair, which smelled like it was supposed to. It took a while to fall asleep but when I did, I did it grateful to have her in my arms and vowing no one would ever fucking touch her again. I didn’t know how I’d manage that but fuck, I’d die trying to keep her safe.
Two hours later I had to go beat on my heavy bag because nightmares of Tia under a pile of rubble, her beautiful face crushed, that hair covered in blood, woke me up.