25. Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

Eric

I knew this was going to blow up in my face. It was exactly why I tried to stay away from her from the beginning. Nothing about it seemed like a good idea.

But it was impossible to stay away then, and it’s impossible now.

I run through the grass with no shirt, the autumn chill reminding me of that fact. I kick off my work boots and run upstairs.

The door to her bedroom is closed. I don’t think twice as I whip the door open. She’s standing by the window as sobs wrack her body, shoulders shaking. I feel it in my own body. I move towards her until I can wrap my arms around her, pulling her body into mine.

“Mia, I’m so damn sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

She doesn’t embrace me back and the disappointment is overwhelming. I let her cry on my bare chest, feeling her tears dampen my skin.

I let her cry until I feel her body soften and the tears stop. Then I gently tug her hair, so she is looking up at me. Her face is red and puffy from her tears, but she is still more beautiful than words can express.

“Look, I don’t know what is happening between us. I won’t deny that you’ve changed me in the short time that you’ve been here. I’m sorry I snapped at you. I suck at talking feelings. I used to be good at it. But I’m a different person than I was two years ago. My ex leaving me like that changed me. I wish I was a better man. One that can live up to your expectations.”

“It’s not my expectations. I was just trying to help you.”

“I know. I just—I don’t know. I don’t have any excuse. I wish I was different for you.”

I let my forehead fall to hers and pull her closer to me. “Please, Mia. Don’t hate me. I don’t think I could handle it if you did.”

She reaches up and lightly brushes her lips on mine. I try to inhale a breath, but my chest shakes with emotion. I’m starting to fear the worst. That maybe these feelings I have for her are far beyond caring.

“I couldn’t hate you. Ever,” she whispers, and I can’t help it, I seal my lips to hers.

My hands grab her face and deepen the kiss. I push her back towards the bed as I turn her head to the side to get a better angle. Her lips are molded to mine, moving in perfect sequence with mine. Never have I felt so starved and desperate for someone. I pull her shirt over her head then unsnap her bra and let it fall to the floor. I look down at her, my eyes trying to take in every part of her all at once.

Her eyes on me feel like they’re warming each part of my body, even my cold heart.

Her hands are shaky as they unbutton my jeans. I let her delicate hands undress me until I’m naked in front of her.

I scoot her up onto the bed and gently push her until she is lying down. Then I get rid of the rest of her clothes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she watches me. I kneel onto the ground and wrap my arms around her thighs then pull them apart with my hands.

My tongue swipes up her center, feeling desperate to somehow show her how I feel about her. I may not be able to do it with words, but my body doesn’t need any assistance.

I work her clit with quick flicks of my tongue before I slow it down to draw out the pleasure. Once I feel like she can’t take it anymore, I wrap my lips around her clit and alternate between sucking and flicking my tongue until she is screaming my name and pulling my hair as she comes all over me. I softly lick and kiss her until she has completely come down.

As soon as I pull away, I stand up and line my dick at her entrance. I can’t wait another second. I need to feel like she’s mine, even if she’s not.

My head falls back in sweet ecstasy when I bottom out. Dammit, this woman has me in so many ways.

When I look down at her, her eyes still have a hint of sadness in them. I need to be close to her, to be with her. I lean forward and kiss her. My hands splay in her hair as my tongue pushes past her lips.

I start to thrust in and out of her tight pussy, letting the feeling of our closeness wash away any fears of losing her. Something I know is going to happen because I’m not good enough for her.

Just the thought sends panic throughout my body. I respond by kissing her harder and thrusting deeper. She starts to moan into my mouth, and I respond with my own moan that reverberates from my chest.

We are both touching each other anywhere that we can get our hands. I start to feel her walls spasming around my cock as she cries. I swallow her cries with my mouth while I let go myself, spilling my cum into her pussy.

Even after our bodies come down from our orgasms, we still kiss each other. It’s like I can’t stop. My lips move along hers slowly, trying to etch the feeling into my brain forever.