Jade
Zach is snoring lightly, more like a heavy breath with a baritone pitch. The sun hasn’t risen yet and is only casting the new morning blue between the peeks of blinds. I ease out of the bed and tiptoe out of the room. I need thinking space because last night scared the ever-living shit out of me. I’ve never felt that…ever. Regardless of how many times he and I have been together.
I grab the navy-blue throw blanket from the couch and wrap it around me before quietly opening the back door. The air is cool and crispy as I sit, pulling my legs up to my chest and covering them. The sun is starting to creep up over the horizon, mellow blues and pinks blurring in with the vibrant orange and yellows. The trees hum as a stirring breeze rustles through their leaves. The morning birds call out, breaking the silence of the sleeping world.
The door behind me creaks and Zach steps out in a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt. His worry dissolves when I smile up to him.
“Good morning.”
“Morning,” he says as he pulls a chair beside mine.
I look back at the painting Mother Nature is working on. “I didn’t want to wake you at the ungodly hour I woke. So I snuck out here.”
He rests back in the chair looking out to the beauty in the works. Moments pass as we sit in silence, comfortably listening to the concert of chirps while my mind races into chaos.
“Did you mean it or were you just caught up in the moment?” I don’t look at him, scared for the answer. Either reply is terrifying.
“Every word of it.”
I pull the blanket tighter around me.
“Is that what you’ve been doing out here?” There’s a slight twinge of hope braided into his question.
“Yeah.” And losing my mind over it…over the feelings I felt, over the feeling you made me feel… “Even through all the pain and hate, I never stopped loving you.” The words pass over my lips.
“I know.”
“I want to forgive you and start over, but forgetting the pain you’ve caused is a battle of its own even though I don’t think you’d hurt me again. You have the power to save me and destroy me, and it’s terrifying. If you broke my heart again, I don’t think I’d recover from it this time. I wouldn’t have the strength. I’d be completely shattered. I’ve pushed you away for so long but kept you close because I can’t let you go. I don’t want to. I can’t see my life without you.” My voice quivers and he reaches out, resting his hand on top of my foot that’s sticking out from under the blanket. I sniffle, blinking back the emotionally vulnerable tears. “So what do I do?”
“Stop being afraid and start calling me your boyfriend. We’ll work on the rest from there together,” he says.
My chest feels lighter from his response.
Tucking a finger under my chin, he pulls me face to face. “Let me love you, Jade. You’re in my soul. I’ve been yours, now just be mine.”
“If you hurt me, I’ll castrate you.”
A slow grin creeps across his lips. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
His lips press to mine in a tender, ardent kiss. His tongue sweeps across mine in a slow dance as he cups the back of my head to deepen it. When he breaks it, he leans his forehead to mine, and I feel complete and entirely cherished. He cheeses like an idiot. “It’s about fucking time.”
It makes me giggles. “Now what?”
As if he can hear the lust in my voice, his eyes dance with…play. “I’m going to make breakfast. I’m starving.”
He’s already pulled everything out, placed it on the counter, and is putting the bacon into the frying pan when he glances over his shoulder at me. “You still like that crunchy bacon shit?”
“Yeah.”
He chuckles, shaking his head, and gets back to cooking.
I pull myself on the counter beside the stove, dangling my legs off the side. “I’m surprised. No celebratory sex? No releasing of balloons and confetti? I thought for sure you’d have a different reaction.”
His head jerks forward as he suppresses his laugh. “I’m famished from our pre-celebratory party. Give me thirty minutes and I’ll make it up to you, but without the other things.” He pauses, ponders and flashes a sly smirk. “Unless you give me permission to come all over your face and call it confetti?”
Scrunching my face, I hide the giggle.
He drops his head, hanging it and then grabs his hard-on over his pants. “See what the fuck you do to me?”
I cast a coquettish gaze and then slowly slide off the counter and sink to my knees, freeing his dick out of the fabric cage. Wrapping my fingers around the base, I stroke him, sliding my tongue from his nuts up the smooth hardness along his shaft and to the tip.
“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing a handful of my hair.
In a power trip, I shove his hand away. “Keep cooking.” My demand comes as a seductive pant.
With the tip of my tongue, I dip under the crown of his dick, dragging a line against the pulsing skin. His breath catches as I draw him into my mouth, sinking as far as I can go.
“Fuuuccckkk…” His murmur is low and lengthy.
I cup his balls, gently kneading them while I bob up and down, sucking him. I can taste myself from last night mixed with his excitement now and it’s enthralling. He flexes his hips, releasing a guttural growl forcing me to roll my eyes up. I’m swallowed by the pleasure etched on his face, his gaze dark and heavy with an avaricious need, his mouth parted.
“So good…” he pants. “So fucking good…”
I tighten my grip, pumping harder, sucking harder and moaning my gratification. His dick twitches. He slaps the stove off, hastily shoving everything, and then grips the front of the stove, thrusting deeper into my throat. Flicking my wrist and laving a flat tongue from the bottom of his nuts, I drag slowly back to his head, press my lips tightly together, and suck, drawing him back into my mouth.
A hiss bursts past his lips and his tempo picks up. He grasps my hair, driving faster as his dick twitches with anticipation. His eyes fall shut as pure satisfaction dons in his expression. His jaw flexes and suddenly he rips himself from me, jerking me up.
He’s a carnal frenzy, twisting my body, and forcing me over the counter. He makes quick work of my panties, shoving them to my thighs, and slams in. He roots so deeply, it sucks the breath out of me. He retreats and plunges, his hips hard and demanding. He growls, pulling my chin toward the ceiling.
I’m so worked up from pleasing him, my orgasm is already spooling up and sending heat waves through my limbs. His fingers dig into my hips.
“Zach…” I plead my warning.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he rasps, his thrusts urgent.
A burning tremble crawls over my skin and I’m slammed into my orgasm. I cry out, begging and pleading, needing more, but too much.
Zach bucks several hard thrusts before bearing down and burying deeply, stringing a long line of grunts and curses. Shock waves tremor his body and his grip loosens.
“Holy shit,” he breathes. “I can’t feel my legs.”
He moves, dropping his back to the floor, and throws his arms over his eyes. His breath is erratic, his chest rising and falling in short bursts. “Fuck…” he gulps a breath. “Fuck that was brilliant.”
I laugh, standing on wobbly legs. The pan of eggs is on the back burner, the bacon teetering in the middle, and grease splatter is everywhere. Feeling fuck drunk and giddy, I pile the food in the middle, grab two forks, and plop my ass down on the floor beside him.
“Breakfast is ready,” I chirp.
“On the floor?” He lifts his head and looks down the length of his body. His view shifts to me. “I’m still naked.”
“Naked is a good place to start new,” I lift my shoulder and cram a bite of eggs into my mouth, smiling like a freshly fucked idiot.