揇on抰 get too excited. It抯 been a month, and I need you. Not just that, I mean, I haven抰 slept well alone since梱eah.?She doesn抰 finish the sentence. The words hang in the air between us.
揗e either,?I admit, pulling her to me, winding my arms around her waist.
揑抦 going to sleep like a kitten tonight,?she says, butting her head gently against my chest.
揥ish I could say the same.?
揥hy not??She looks up at me, startled.
揕ike you said, it抯 been a month. That means I抣l be too busy watching you, woman. My eyes are starved to see you in my bed, where you belong,?I tell her.
Her face screws up with laughter, but her body is tense.
She抯 home. She抯 drenched. She抯 waiting.
She抯 finally mine, but she抯 not the same.
揥hat抯 wrong??I ask.
She shakes her head.
揕iar. What is it??I urge.
She gives a tiny shrug. 揑 just keep thinking what if you freak out again? Or what if棓
I silence her with my lips, an aggressive kiss of denial that makes her limp in my arms.
揇akota Poe, listen. There抯 no chance I抦 strong enough to lose you again.?
揃ut you almost were once...?
揃efore, I had no clue what it was to live without you. Or how perfectly you fit in every corner of my life.?
揑 do??
I chuckle. 揥yatt threatened to kick my ass for spending so much time at the hospital instead of with you. Ma tore me a new asshole in her bless your heart way. I抦 pretty sure if this doesn抰 work out, I抦 getting disowned by everyone.?
She laughs. 揧our mom loves you way too much for that.?
揟here. Now you know how I feel about you.?
She smiles softly. 揝o, this is real.?Her words are a statement and a revelation.
I kiss her again to drive it home.
揘othing抯 ever been this real, and I抦 looking forward to every moment of it. Now, if we抮e done flapping our mouths, I抦 pretty sure another part of my anatomy wants to be heard...?
She nods as I pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder.
揇o you remember the first time you carried me to your room??she leans up, purring in my ear.
揌ow could I forget? It was almost this intense.?
揥hat do you mean almost? I was about to combust before we even made it to bed.?
I grin, gobsmacked at what comes out of her mouth.
揇akota, you own my soul. I love you.?
Her nails graze down my back.
揑 love you, too,?she whispers.
Once we抮e through the door, I kick it shut behind us and lay her on my bed. 揙ne key difference from the first time and today,?I tell her, staring down in wonder.
揧eah??
I stroke her hair, letting my fingers fall through platinum silk as I say, 揟hat was mostly physical but this梩his is with my entire heart.?
She takes my hand and urges me down, kissing my knuckles. 揧ou抳e owned mine for a while.?
揌ow long??I demand.
揑 don抰 know. At least since the first time we made love棓
揇efinitely one of the best days of my life.?I smile at the memory.
揂nd the others??
I press my lips to her forehead. 揟his is one more. I got my girl back.?
揧ou didn抰 let me finish,?she whispers.
揃ull. You finished just fine that day, as I recall. Your nails sank into my back and your body clenched around me. This time, you抣l finish harder,?I promise, nipping at her shoulder.
She covers her face with both hands and laughs.
Little minx.
I grab her, pulling one hand away, and bring it to my lips, kissing her knuckles. Slowly but steadily, I uncurl her fingers and kiss them one by one.
She moves her hand away, quivering. Wrapping her arms around me, she drops her face to mine.
The kiss that comes is one long concert of harsh breaths and wicked desires.
Dakota trembles when my fingers brush her skin, too greedy to control.
I yank her dress over her head. She抯 left in a lace bra and nothing else, her panties still on the balcony.
My face moves down the bed to her tits. I take one nipple through the fabric, dangerously impatient.
Sucking, biting, teasing, I do what I promised.
I bring her home.
Two minutes in, she抯 a gasping mess, barely able to unhook her bra. When she finally frees those perfect mounds, her nipples pucker under my tongue.
I think she might come on the spot.
Before that happens, I roll her on her back, tearing off my clothes piece by piece. I climb over her with a hunger, taking her tits in my hands and pushing those nipples between my fingers as I stare down at the feast before me.
Fuck, this woman.
It抯 not just my heart and soul that抯 hers.
She抯 got the rights to my balls for life.
My tongue returns, rolling across one firm peak. She drags my head tighter against her, low whimpers becoming loud, insistent moans.
Her fingers curl through my hair, down my neck, and graze down my back. I love how her fingernails dance on my skin, urging me to do my best, my worst, my everything.
Tonight, she抣l get my all.
My tongue massages her supple skin until I can抰 stand it.
Until she抯 bucking her hips against my leg, grinding against the rigid hardness she抯 roused, begging me to take what抯 always been mine.
揊uck,?I whisper, tearing away to shift my weight.
I glare down at her, this fragile thing, that tattoo inviting me to take her every which way from Sunday and into the next week.
揕incoln, please,?she urges, winding her legs around mine.
She抯 asking for my fuckery. All of it.
So I grab the base of my cock, glaring down. I smack my swollen tip against her clit several times, teaching her she抯 only on the first level of begging.
She抯 speechless by the time I move in, claiming her pussy, no condom between us. Her pussy clenches me, taking me deep, snapping the last thread of my control.
I bite her lips when my head comes down and my hips go to work. It抯 animal, primal, and somehow still so human it hurts.
Each thrust shakes her down, faster and faster, hammering her into the mattress. It isn抰 long before she blows, going off in a flurry of gasping breaths, her nails digging into my back until it hurts.
Glorious.
Her pain, I love.
I don抰 care if she cuts me to the bone, just as long as I抦 buried inside Nevermore, pillaging her from the inside out with punishing thrusts. My pubic bone drags against her clit every time I press to the hilt, and soon, I抦 baring my teeth.
She looks up with a question flaring in her eyes, too lost for words, but I hear her loud and clear.
Will you? Will you come inside me?
Goddamn. Could I do anything else?
揌old on, sweetheart,?I growl, rearing back so I control my finish, so I can heave every last drop from my balls in her womb.
She makes me that insane.
She makes me so sure that if we抮e meant to have kids, I want to start early, even if a cooler head suggests something different.
Tonight, fuck cooler anything.
I抦 pure molten steel as I drive into her and her mouth falls open, her eyes roll back, and her pussy steals my soul.
My cock swells in her chaos, jerking, pulsing, spilling into her.
We come together in a ballad of flesh, pure white-hot delirium fit for two lost souls made whole.
Edgar Allan, eat your fucking heart out.
Or don抰.
Because I抦 making better poetry than any I ever imagined with Miss Poe, and it抯 all I need.
25
Fortunato and I (Dakota)
Months Later
Crisp wind nips at my fingers, but I won抰 give in just yet.
I抦 in my writing groove, brain vibing, heart in flames梐nd most importantly of all梬ords flowing.
I cross out a line and replace it. This journal has been a godsend, far more intimate than writing on a computer or hashing out words in my bargain notebook.
We found it at an estate sale in good condition.
Since it抯 come into my hands, the black leather is slightly battered, the pages softly tanning with light exposure and good use.
Lincoln planned this getaway, and it抯 brought my muse to life.
I don抰 know what it is about the coolness and majesty of Mt. Rainier or the vibrant autumn leaves spiraling in the wind, but the verses flow, streaming from my soul.