He looked at the box carefully and my body stiffened. I didn’t like the idea of him reading my sexual exploits, but I knew that I couldn’t keep these trophies if I truly wanted to be comfortable in my life. They would always be reminding me of my baggage, and right now I wanted to be free.
He shook his head. “They’re going in the fire.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
He dumped the box into the flames, and the cards scattered and quickly ignited. “Trust, Cerise. I never wanted to read them out of jealousy, I just wanted your trust. Now I have that.”
We clasped hands for a moment and looked into the fire. “Will you move back in with me?”
He nodded. “I don’t even have to pack.”
I curled up in his lap and just looked at him for a few minutes. Firelight flickered on his ageless face, and his eyes glowed with an intensity all their own. “I love you.”
He took my chin in his hand. “I love you.”
William rubbed my shoulders and back, easing the tension that had been present in my muscles since his absence.
“I love you so much,” I gushed.
He smiled unashamedly, positively grinning. “I’m so glad you said that,” he said, sweeping me closer to him, into his full embrace, and placing a ferocious kiss on my mouth. “The only thing is,” he said with a devilish expression, “can moving wait until tomorrow? I need you desperately, Cerise.”
I grunted my assent, language abandoning me in place of raw instinct.
He slinked his hands up my sundress and pulled my panties off in one grand swipe. We kissed deeply, tongues desperate to find home in each other’s mouths after being apart so long. It was magnetic. Closer and closer our bodies propelled themselves at each other.
Greedy.
I groped for his zipper, undoing his fly as fast as my human fingers would allow. He strained to get out of his pants, and as soon as he was free from their constraints, he wasted no time lifting me into the air and lowering me onto him.
I straddled his lap in front of the fire, luxuriating in the moment, feeling him pulse beneath me. He took control of our rhythm, grabbing my hips and pushing me up and down. Sliding, crashing. I ground against him, possessed. I had missed his body with the most primal of urges. We were made for each other and, until now, my flesh was in withdrawal.
But I had him now, and I took full advantage. I let myself go completely, screaming his name, pushing myself onto him harder and faster.
And he showed me what he wanted as well, instead of acquiescing to my needs like we usually did. He undid the halter of my dress and pulled it down rapturously, freeing my breasts from the fabric. William grabbed them both in his hands and groped me lustily. He pinched, he kneaded, he pulled back and caressed them. He removed his hands and stared as they bounced. He leaned in and licked, tongued, and sucked forcefully. He took what he wanted and I loved every minute of it.
“William, fuck,” I grunted, coming hard and fast and long. He gripped me tighter and orgasmed with me, letting out a low whine as he clenched his eyes and shook between my legs.
He lifted me off him and carried me to his couch, one of the only items in his almost barren living room.
“The décor here is almost as bare as our apocalypse house,” I joked.
“Well, it was the end of the world, for me.”
“Me, too.”
I lay my head against the pillow and closed my eyes happily, sighing.