You Don't Own Me(64)

‘Oh, baby. I love you.’

‘I know you do,’ I say with a smile.

He touches my face wonderingly. ‘You do?’

I smile. ‘Yeah. I heard you telling me while I was asleep.’

‘Good. Did you hear the bit about how worthless life was without you and how much I missed you?’

‘Maybe, but tell me again.’

‘I want to show you how much, but I’m almost afraid to touch you.’

‘Why?’

‘What if you fall asleep halfway through? I might never recover from the hurt.’

I laugh gently. ‘Oh, Zane. I am so lucky.’

He sighs.

‘So are we going to have sex or not?’

‘We’re going to make love, endlessly. I’m going to rediscover and reclaim every inch of your body again, but not tonight. Let’s get the doctor to look at you tomorrow first.’

‘But what will we do tonight? I don’t think I want to sleep.’

He grins, boyish, beautiful, and irresistible. ‘I have so many things to show you and tell you. You missed a whole year.’

‘What did I miss?’

He takes his phone out of his pocket. ‘To start with, one night while you were sleeping, a vixen and her cubs came to visit. Let me show you.’

I watch him scrolling through the videos he has made for me and I know. It’s going to be all right.











Forty-three


Aleksandr Malenkov

Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore

my love was infinite, if spring make it more.

-John Donne, Love’s Growth

I undress her. Slowly. Dragging each garment across her skin. I’m not going to rush this. I did it wrong before. This time I’m going to do it right. With love. With the kind of love that holds, cuts to the soul, and heals with just one touch, one look. She is mine and I am hers. And this: this is ours. Just ours.

Her top. Her skirt.

‘Hurry,’ she pleads, her voice low and urgent.

‘Shhhh,’ I say, but I don’t increase my pace one tiny bit. Love is torture. I know.

Her bra. Her panties.

Her impatient gaze meets mine, locks. I let her look at me while my eyes roam her body hungrily, possessively. Let her see what I kept locked away for so long.

This is me, little fish. Adoring you.

Her eyes glaze over as I circle my tongue around one deliciously pink nipple. I draw that beauty into my mouth. My body burns for her.

‘Ohhh,’ she moans, and arches into me.

We found each other. I suck gently.

She threads her fingers into my hair and makes those little kitten sounds. It’s the sweetest thing. God, I’ve missed them. I move my attention to the other beauty. Her breath catches.

‘Oh yes,’ she whimpers.

It’s been so long. It’s been so long.

I raise my head and take her lips. I want to bite on that plump lower lip, ravish her like a caveman, but I don’t. I make our kiss slow and soft like butter. Our tongues rolling, lips melding, until I feel her melting under my touch. We burn, merge together, become one.

My hand curves under her ass. Gently, gently I slip a finger into her, and feel the tremor that goes right through her and vibrate in the moan she utters in my mouth. Inside me something is building and growing. Something I’ve never felt before. It climbs and climbs. I feel my heart hammering. My soul soaring.

She pushes her body up into my hand, desperate, seeking, wanting. Her eyes blazing with the same lust that is inside me.

‘Don’t let me come with your finger,’ she begs, her eyes half-closed and glazed.

I still vividly remember what I once did to her prone, unresponsive body. She laughed when I told her. ‘You should have carried on,’ she said. ‘I might have become the first person in a coma to have an orgasm.’ She only says that because she doesn’t know how utterly lost I was without her. How much I cried.

I spread her thighs and feast on the sight before me: ah … my sexy, wet, hungry pussy. Her clit is a little white pearl protruding out of all that swollen flesh. My tongue waters to taste her, but there will be time for that later. I need to get inside her. My cock needs to sink into her tight, hot cunt. Her hips thrust forward. Her sweet sex is seeking my cock.

This is for real.

After all this time I’m going to be inside my baby. Her hand reaches out and curls itself around the base of my dick.

‘Holy fuck, I forgot how big you are,’ she whispers, her face shining with excitement. Her finger smears the bead of liquid all over my cock head.

I groan. ‘Oh, yes.’

Watching her eyes, I spread her legs more open. She positions my erection, hard and hot, between the lips of her sex and rubs herself on it, before pushing it inside her, inch by fucking inch. The old urge to slam into her, to take what I want, doesn’t even arise. All I can think about is not hurting her. She is as delicate as a piece of bone china. I’m almost afraid of damaging her. Her breasts are smaller, I can see her ribs, her hipbones protrude, and her skin is so painfully pale.