"It's strange, because if I had followed through with my plan, then I would have effectively ruined Jennifer's career. Strangely, I felt no remorse. No, that's not why I left." His eyes searched mine, and I felt myself holding my breath to hear what he had to say next. "To hell with the deal. You were right, we don't need it. All I need is you, Christina. I would be happy anywhere with you."
My head was nodding along to what he was saying, betraying my mind which wanted him to suffer a little bit more, but agreeing with my heart that wanted me to stop suffering altogether.
"I love you, Christina. No one has ever made me feel the way you do, and that is true now, it was true ten years ago, and it will ten years from now. I realize now what a mistake it was to think that temporary pain now for a stronger future was a wise choice for our relationship."
Our relationship, my heart leaped when he said the words. It should have dawned on me by now that he still wanted me, but after spending so much time thinking he didn't, it still felt so fresh and new.
"Next time you are thinking about a big decision that will impact our relationship's dynamic, you will talk to me first. Understood?" I tried to mimic Vanessa's firm tone. It came out sounding sillier than it did in my head, but I was proud that I was able to say them all the same.
Blake seemed to appreciate my efforts of being more assertive too because he had a playful look to him now. Or maybe it was because he recognized that I was saying that I'd forgive him. As hard as the past little while had been, the most important thing was that he never wanted her or even thought of her in that way. It was all an act, and I understood the fact that if he was going to make the act believable, then I had to believe it, too. When I looked at Blake, I knew that I didn't want to spend my life away from him just to teach him a lesson. He'll make it up to me in the years to come, my mind thought mischievously.
He was already moving towards me, his strong arms circling my waist in the ways I'd missed for so long. Blake grabbed me possessively, like I was his, and as he pressed his body against mine, I could feel that he was mine, too.
I tilted my head up to look at him, knowing full well that my eyes must have been glistening. It was surreal to think that just hours before, I was sitting on my couch, ready to watch the man of my dreams get married to another woman. At least, I thought I was ready, but I think I was mostly in denial.
Now, as I looked up into his eyes, I wondered how I ever could have thought that was a possibility. Everything in his emerald greens told me that I was the only important thing in the world. In fact, it felt like I was the only person in the world when he looked at me, and it made my heart swell for him.
My tongue darted out to lick my lips instinctively, my mouth suddenly parched. Yet the only thing that could satisfy my thirst was him. At the sight of my moistened lips, Blake groaned softly. I recognized that groan immediately--it was the one he let out before he was going to take what he wanted: me.
His fingers wrapped themselves into my hair on the back of my head. Blake grabbed a fistful of my hair gently, just enough to guide my face to his. His kiss was hot and ready; it sent fiery ripples through my heart all the way down to my sex. The moan slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself, and I felt my body arching itself towards him, yearning to feel the length of his quickly hardening shaft against me. And in me.
Recognizing my needs, Blake lowered his arms and looped them under my ass, pausing for a moment to grab them and feel them before he tucked my ass under his arms. He lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist effortlessly, like I weighed nothing, even as I felt my curves press into his hard chest. It was enough to make me moan again and it took everything in me to not grind my wetness against his tux.
Blake carried me into the bedroom, but each step he took felt like an eternity. He was only carrying me with one arm under my ass now, the other stroking the bare skin of my thigh. His fingertips inched their way towards my increasingly wet mound. When they finally reached the lace of my panties, he traced his fingers along the outside of the lace, taunting me. I squirmed in his grip, eager to have him touch me like he used to, and was rewarded with a cocky grin against my teeth.
This gorgeous sex god continued teasing me with his fingers as they gradually inched their way underneath the lace. He stroked the outside of my labia painfully slowly while his tongue traced my lips just as slowly. It felt like I was dancing with the devil, and the devil knew exactly what to do to make me cry out and beg for him.