The Lie(88)

“Fuck, Natasha,” I whisper, closing my eyes briefly. “You have no idea what you do to me, how you make me feel.”

“You’ve said that before,” she says. “And you ended up telling me.”

She’s right. It took a while but I eventually told her the truth.

I breathe in deeply and adjust myself, my cock pushing against her wet cunt but not going in.

“And what did I say?” I ask her gently.

“You said I was more to you than I had thought. A terrible amount.”

That was one way to describe it.

“A terrible amount,” I repeat, opening my eyes and getting lost in hers, so deep, just inches away. Bloody hell, I’m losing myself to her again. No, I’m already lost.

I try to swallow. I rub my lips together, finding courage.

“It is a terrible amount,” I say. “It’s more than that. Natasha…I’m in love you. Plain and simple. I was in love with you before and I’m more in love with you now. I don’t even know how it’s possible, but it is. And because it is, it makes me think anything’s possible. Even us.”

She stares at me, a swirl of emotions behind her eyes, and I wish I could pluck one out and examine it, to see what she’s feeling. She’s speechless.

I briefly brush my lips against hers. “Talk to me,” I whisper. “Say something.”

“You love me,” she says, almost in awe.

“Yes,” I tell her, smiling like a fool. “Yes. Natasha, I love you. More than I’ll ever be able to express. Just know it. Believe it. And love me too.”

“Oh, Brigs,” she whispers, her mouth parting into a wide, glowing smile. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”

My heart thumps. “Even after all these years?”

“Even after all these years. Through the dark and the light, I never stopped. I might have pushed it aside, I may have buried it, put it on pause, but I never, ever stopped.”

I feel like a million balloons have been let loose in my chest. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I stare at her, amazed. Just so fucking amazed that we found each other again, and that this us, this us is beautiful.

“I love you,” I tell her again.

“I love you,” she says.

I kiss her, hot, hard, and possessive as my body kicks into gear, trying to catch up with my heart. This soft tenderness I feel for her is being swirled around with the primal desire, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m pushing inside of her. Her legs widen to let my cock in and I sink into her, so wet and cushioning around my hard length. We fit so well together, like a lock and key, that it’s hard to imagine how I survived this long without her.

“You are my salvation,” I whisper into her ear, licking along the rim. “You save me from the world. You save me from myself.”

I keep her hands pinned above her head with one hand, and thrust into her harder, faster, and infinitely deeper. My other hand goes to her clit, working her again. Even though she just came minutes ago, I know she’s still desperate for it. I roll my hips into her, going faster, raw, bordering on violent as the bed starts to shake and she starts to moan, biting her lip hard to keep from crying out.

“You feel so good, so fucking good.” I’m moaning, the world slipping away so it’s just us in a hedonistic haze. I swivel my hips, hitting the right spot, and soon she’s coming again, her body spasming beneath me, her eyes pinched shut, lush mouth open as she cries out breathlessly.

I let go, driving into her in a relentless rhythm, my balls drawing up, my chest tightening as it fights through a rush of feelings. My hunger, my need for her, not for just her body but her mind and heart and soul has never been as razor sharp and visceral as it is right now. I’m lost inside, coming hard, and the world is flipped upside down in nothing but this dark, devastating pleasure.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I collapse against her, trying to catch my breath and not crush her at the same time.

That was surreal.

That was nothing but fucking bliss.

That was love.

Fuck.

Fuck.

We didn’t use a condom.

I glance down at her face, cheeks pink, a light sheen of sweat on her brow and above her bruised lips. Her eyes are both languid and anxious at the same time.

“You’re not on the pill yet,” I tell her.

“No,” she says slowly. “I couldn’t see the doctor. But we should be fine. I’ll just take Plan B.”

“Doesn’t that make you sick?”

“Not really. I’ll get it in the morning. I really wouldn’t worry about it,” she says, running her hand over my shoulders and down my arm. “That was…”