You Don't Own Me(65)
‘Am I hurting you?’
‘No. It feels amazing.’
Then she inhales sharply and stops moving.
‘Did I hurt you?’
‘No. I’m savoring you.’
I know she is lying. I am hurting her. She is too tight after all this time.
‘Let me,’ I say, and she removes her hand from the base of my cock. I pause and let her get used to being stretched again.
‘I love the way you fill me up,’ she says, her voice low and throbbing.
‘I love filling you up.’
‘I’m ready. Fuck me now.’
Very slowly, I ease my shaft all the way in, and she rises up to meet me.
‘Oh wow!’ she breathes.
I set the rhythm. It’s not wild and it’s not crazy, it’s just perfect for two people who have survived being lost. It gives me time to take it all in: her expression, the noises that she makes, the scent of her, the feel of her skin, the sweat that glows on her face. I take it in as a miser collects money, or a magpie hoards shiny objects. Obsessively.
She tires quickly, her hips no longer matching my rhythm, so I come out of her, collect her ankles and push them up to either side of her ears. My pulse quickens instantly. This is what we were before. This will never change. I will always like to see her spread out like this. Her beautiful pussy opened wide for me. I slip my cock back into her slit and press down into that tight, wet channel. The walls of her sex grip me hard and I watch her eyes widen.
‘More,’ she urges hoarsely.
I push deeper into her. She is tight. Incredibly tight.
‘I can take more,’ she gasps.
I want to push all the way in, but I can see she is in pain. With a groan I stop and let her adjust to my size. She wriggles her hips and the sensation is like lava in my blood. I almost come.
‘I love having you so deep inside me,’ she whispers.
I begin to thrust. Sinking into her, deeper and deeper, forgetting myself, until a quick ragged sound tears out of her throat and she climaxes. Immediately I let go, my breath explodes from my lungs, and semen pumps out of me. I come, as I haven’t in a long, long time, as only she can make me. Hard and brutal, my neck stretched, a strangled growl rumbling in my throat.
Emptied and chest heaving, I look down at my love. Her skin is flushed and she is taking gasping breaths.
I curl her towards me. ‘I’m sorry I hurt you.’
‘No, it was the best sex I’ve ever had.’
I listen to her ragged heartbeat with gratitude. Every heartbeat is a gift I treasure.
‘I wanted all of you,’ she whispers. ‘I’ve always been able to take all of you, and I wanted to again.’
‘You will. When you’re ready. There’s no hurry,’ I tell her. ‘We have our whole lives ahead of us.’
Epilogue
Dahlia Fury Malenkov
(Five Years Later)
I open the fridge door and a gust of lovely cool air blows on my face. I reach for a pitcher of lemonade, close the door, and Mark appears at the kitchen entrance
‘Hey,’ he says.
‘Hey yourself,’ I answer back.
He comes into the kitchen. He is barefoot and wearing a pair of swimming trunks.
I hold up the pitcher. ‘Want some?’ I ask.
‘God, yes,’ he says, and comes to sit down at the counter. He watches me pour the lemonade out. I slide it over to him across the marble counter in a bartender move.
‘Fancy,’ he says with a smile, and takes a sip.
‘So what’s going on outside?’ I say, plonking myself on the stool opposite him.
‘Isn’t life funny?’ he wonders aloud instead of answering me.
‘In what way?’
‘I thought you were the one for me. I mean, nobody could have told me otherwise. Like I told Stella, I was completely obsessed. From the first moment I saw you, I actually thought it was love at first sight. I followed you home, for god’s sake.’
‘Yes, that is a bit creepy,’ I chuckle.
‘Then I saw Stella and thought, yeah, great body, nice face, but not for me and yet, she is the one. We were always wrong. We didn’t fit no matter how hard I tried to make it so. With Stella I didn’t have to try. It just flowed like oil out of a jar. You were always meant for Zane and Stella was always meant for me. I can’t even imagine my life without her anymore.’
I look at his kind eyes and feel blessed that four years ago I finally managed to convince Zane to accept him into our lives. Before I can answer him there is a shout. ‘Uncle Mark where are you?’ a voice hollers.
‘Anouska wants to torture you. Again,’ I say with a smile.
‘Oh well. It was too good to last,’ he says and stands up.
‘Good luck.’ I grin at him as he goes out into the bright sunshine.