Chapter Twenty-One – I’d Take This
Forever
Carly
I’m just pulling the baked chicken out of the oven when Blake lets himself into my apartment using the key I had made for him. He’s wearing a black leather jacket over a tight black t-shirt. Paired with his worn jeans, he looks simply edible. The smile he offers me warms my heart, sending those little butterflies that live in my stomach into flight. I melt all over again every time he walks into the room and throws me that smile.
Natalia is already in her highchair, waiting to be served dinner. After Blake goes over and kisses his daughter, he wraps his big arms around me, pulling me tight into his embrace. His front is pressed firmly against my back as he places kisses along the column of my neck. I feel his erection loud and proud against my rear, and it makes me wish it were suddenly bedtime.
“Hello,” he whispers, placing one more kiss on the back of my neck.
“Hi,” I reply. My eyes are closed as I sway a little in his arms, reveling in the feel of his lips against my neck.
“Something smells good.”
“It’s chicken.”
“No, I was referring to you,” he says before turning me and placing his lips against mine. They’re soft, yet firm, and filled with a hint of urgency. My body fires to life instantly as warmth starts to pool between my legs.
I have no idea how we make it through dinner. Blake won’t keep his hands off of me. There are little touches to my legs and my hands. Then there’s the looks he gives me like he’s ready to abandon dinner and devour me in a single bite instead. And it’s not just me he’s showering with loving attention tonight. He’s doting on Natalia, giving her as much of his devotion as he possibly can, and she’s eating it up like a chocolate chip cookie.
Blake takes the lead and gives Nat her bath, while I fold clothes in the living room and listen to him talk to her. Her giggles fill the entire apartment as she laughs at his silly antics.
“You are the most beautiful girl in the entire world, munchkin. Besides your mom, that is. Someday, I’m going to have my hands full with you. I’m going to need to buy more guns because as soon as the boys start coming around, I’m going to be in trouble.” His words make me smile. I smile even more with the realization that Blake doesn’t plan to leave anytime soon. And that would be okay. I would be happy staying just like this for awhile.
Maybe even forever.
After her bath, Natalia plays for a bit on the living room floor. Blake and I are on the couch, watching her, and enjoying a glass of wine. My legs are curled up at his side, his hand absently stroking my outer thigh. Eventually, Natalia starts to slow down. Slowly, she walks over to Blake and extends her hands upward. Without even a second thought, Blake sets his glass of wine down on the end table and picks up our daughter. She snuggles into his chest as her eyelids start to droop. He strokes her back, resting his chin on the top of her head as she starts to drift off to sleep. It’s so picturesque and serene, and those dang butterflies take flight, again, in my stomach.
Blake turns so that his back is in the corner of the couch, legs extended out with one on the couch and one on the floor. There’s just enough room for me to nestle in between the back cushions and his big body. With his arm up so that I can snuggle into the crook of his arm, I get as close as humanly possible. We lie there–together as a small family–and watch some police drama movie on television. This may officially be the most comfortable place in the world.
I start to doze off long before the end credits roll. In fact, I don’t recall too much after the first few opening scenes. Natalia is snoring softly on Blake’s chest while he stares at me. Maybe it was the feeling of being watched or maybe it was that my arm has gone numb. Either way, when I wake, I’m still securely wrapped in Blake’s arm, cradled against his broad chest and my daughter.
“What did I miss?” I ask, looking as the names scroll across the television.
“Pretty much the whole movie,” he chuckles quietly.
“Was it a good one?” I ask, trying to stretch my legs and move my tingling arm.
“Not bad. They always mess up the big chase scene though. They’re never like that in real life,” he says, glancing down at Natalia.
“And how would you know that?” I tease, hoping that Blake hasn’t had too many run-ins with the cops that would result in some sort of police chase. When he doesn’t answer, I glance back up and see green eyes boring down at me. They’re blazing hot, but not in the lust-filled way. It’s a different hot; one that leaves me slightly uneasy.
“Ready for bed?” he asks, slowly getting up as to not wake up the sleeping toddler in his arms.
“Yes,” I yawn, following him into Nat’s room. With the baby securely sleeping in her crib, we slip out of the room undetected and head across the hall.
Before I can even step over the threshold, Blake wraps his arms around me, lifting me up into his arms. It feels so completely cliché as he steps over the threshold of my room, but my head still can’t help but picture this scene going another direction. Maybe one where I’m wearing a white dress and he’s sporting a dashing tuxedo? Before I let those thoughts consume me, I turn my attention to Blake’s awaiting lips. They’re firm and warm as he brushes them across mine.
Gently setting me down in the middle of my bed, he spreads me out, as if on display. His eyes scan me from head to toe and then back up again. He stands there, staring his fill, for what seems like forever. Finally Blake climbs on top of the bed with me. “You are so beautiful,” he says as he runs the outside of his pointer finger down my jaw. My face feels flush from his compliment, and I fight the urge to look away. But I can’t. I’m sucked into his deep green eyes, trapped by the intensity and honesty I see within them.
Blake takes his time removing my clothes. I don’t exactly know why, but something tells me to just lie back and let him enjoy his show as he slowly undresses me. It’s torture just lying there, waiting. With each item of clothing he removes, he seems to focus all of his attention on the exposed skin. He kisses, sucks, and licks my entire body, taking his painfully slow time at getting me naked.
When I’m finally there, I sit up, eager to return the favor. At first, I can tell Blake is going to protest. With the slightest touch of my finger to his lips, he doesn’t say a word, but just lies down and lets me have my way with him. Removing his clothes is a job, considering his position on his back, but he helps me out the best he can. My hands and lips explore his body in the similar way that his did to mine. I’ve never experienced foreplay quite like this before. And we haven’t even really gotten to the good stuff.
Finally Blake is stripped naked, and flips us around so that I’m on my back again. His lips hover over mine, yet to touch. His breath fans out across my face as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down so that his body is flush with mine. His erection is snug between us, so close to where I want him to be the most. When he finally drops his lips down to mine, brilliant sparks fly through the darkened room. You can practically see the electricity we create together, his body with mine.
I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer yet. Unable to resist, I start to grind my wetness against his cock, looking for any sort of relief to the ache my body feels. His hands roam from my face to my hair and down to my abdomen. It’s as if he can’t stop touching me. I moan as his large hands finally settle on my breasts. He tweaks and plays with my nipples while his tongue does wonders to my mouth.
Quickly, Blake sits up and grabs his pants. Pulling a foil packet out of his pocket, he quickly covers his large erection before returning to me. His eyes lock on mine as a hand works down to my throbbing core. He rubs around, prepping my body for his invasion. What he doesn’t realize is that I will always be ready for him.
Satisfied with his work, he positions himself at my entrance. His lips find mine again, but neither one of us closes our eyes. We keep them locked on each other and our lips together as he slowly pushes inside of me. The slow stretch is the most satisfying sensation I’ve ever felt. My breath hitches as he watches me. Our eyes are glued to each other as he slowly begins to slide in and out, making love to me. His movements are controlled and precise as he worships my body with his mouth, his hands, and his dick.
We continue to work in tandem, both striving towards a common goal. Yet neither one of us wants to rush this any more than we have to. Blake reaches for my right hand and links his fingers with mine. My legs tighten around his hips as he slowly thrusts in and out. No words are spoken, but none are needed. This is the magic that is Blake and I. There is no he or I. We are one. Two bodies. One soul.
I feel myself tightening around him. There’s a pull deep in my gut that tells me my orgasm is looming. With each stroke, Blake pushes me closer and closer to that edge. I try to fend it off as long as I can, but with each movement of his body within mine, I know that fighting it is futile. The only thing to do now is to let go and enjoy the ride.
Blake’s pace picks up ever so slightly. He keeps his hand firmly locked within mine and his eyes glued to me. I start to squeeze against him, pulling him in as deep as he possibly can go when my orgasm rips through me. My entire body explodes into crystal lights of euphoria as I verbalize my release. As much as I want to, I still can’t close my eyes. I can’t look away from Blake.
His face tightens as he tries to ward off his own release, but in the end, his body wins. His orgasm is as powerful as my own as he works his body in and out within mine. His groans are deep and loud as he grinds his body against me. When the first few aftershocks subside, Blake leans forward and places his soft lips against my swollen ones. This is when I almost say it. I almost tell him that I’m in love with him. But as much as I want to, I fear that this moment isn’t exactly right. I have no clue why, but I feel it all the way down to my bones. So I keep quiet.
Pulling Blake’s sweaty head against my chest, we both take a few moments to catch our breath and just feel each other’s skin against one another. He lies there for a few long seconds before rolling over and taking me with him. I snuggle against him, ready to fall fast asleep when I feel him move. He jumps up and goes over to the bathroom; I’m assuming to dispose of the used condom.
Once back in bed, he pulls me tightly against him. My body instantly relaxes, the feel of his warm skin making my body start to tingle all over again. “I’ve got to work late tomorrow night,” he finally says into the night.
“Okay. Are you coming over afterwards?” I ask, not wanting to appear like the clingy girlfriend, but the thought of not having Blake in my bed just makes me feel sad and vulnerable.
“Probably not, honey. I’ll probably be really late tomorrow night,” he says, not elaborating further.
I don’t question him. I opt to just let him hold me, and he appears to be holding on for dear life at this moment. That’s what it feels like right now. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me or close enough. His hands are caressing me, a soft whisper of contact. It’s ultimately what lulls me towards sleep. Blake’s big warm hands run up and down my body as if memorizing the way I feel.
Before I completely fall asleep, I feel his warm lips once more against my own. I silently return the kiss before falling deeper into the abyss of unconsciousness. My mind shuts down as I drift off to sleep with the only man I’ve ever loved wrapped around me.