She pushed against his chest, reversing their positions, and once he was stripped naked, she knelt down before him, and took him into her mouth. She looked up at him, her beautiful green eyes piercing him through the soul while she racked his body with torturous pleasure.
Fuck.
He pushed his hands into her hair, held her there, bucking his hips, desperate for release and desperate for it to go on forever.
He could remember when a blowjob had been entertainment. When it had meant nothing to him. When it had touched nothing but his cock. And now... It was like it was all of him. He couldn’t take pleasure anymore unless it was her. He couldn’t take pleasure with her without involving everything. His whole body. All that he was. His soul.
She sucked him deep, and he growled. “No. I need to be in you.”
It was her turn to kiss him. Her turn to let him taste what she’d done to him.
And then she straddled his hips, angling herself so that the head of him was pressed against the slick entrance to her body. He gritted his teeth as she lowered herself onto him, allowing him in, inch by torturous inch.
She was so tight, so perfect.
And he had never done this before her. Taking a woman without a latex barrier. That was the kind of thing reserved for trust.
Trust.
She had trusted him so much back then and he had broken it.
He didn’t deserve it now. But he needed it.
Needed her.
Needed all these things that he had no call to want. Dammit all, he did.
With his whole soul.
His heart was raging, as she began to move. She began to ride him like she was made for it. And hell, she had to be. Had to be made for this, for him. Because God knew he thought he might be made for her.
In another life maybe. One where he hadn’t lost so much. One where he hadn’t hurt so damn much.
That realization almost stopped him, but then, he was overcome, seeing her body as she rose over him like that, feeling the clasp of her around him, watching the pleasure on her face as she began to chase her own climax.
He wasn’t a man who had the ability to do what she did. To take feelings and turn them into song lyrics. Hell, he couldn’t even take feelings and turn them into words.
He couldn’t take feelings and turn them into much of anything.
But he wanted to. For her.
He wanted to do more, to be more. To be better.
For her.
He wished that he could erase his past. His loss. His pain. Because it had broken him.
And he never wished that. He never wished it because there was no point. Just like there was no point in tears. No point in regret.
But she had come to him untouched, and not without pain, and he had come to her broken beyond repair.
He wished he could be different.
And he gave himself up to that. To the need to be more than he ever had been for her.
Because who had been there for her?
Here she was, worrying about what she could give her mother... Who worried about what they could give to her?
She thought she wasn’t enough.
And he had been part of that.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, gripping her hips and guiding her up and down on his cock. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You deserve everything. You deserve the world.”
Hands braced on his chest, he could see her eyes begin to glitter. See tears welling there, and it just made him want to give her even more.
“You deserve everything you’ve got. You deserve all the money from that song. You are absolutely perfect. In every way.”
She closed her eyes, and began to shake, and he could feel the tenuous grip he had on his control beginning to slip. “You’re a star,” he said. “And you’re more than enough.”
And then she dissolved, and he went right along with it, his climax like a vicious beast, grabbing him around the throat and shaking him hard.
“I love you,” she said. “I love you.”
And just like that, very deep inside of her, with her words echoing inside of him, it was like a sledgehammer had been taken to the walls all around his soul. The gates that held back his emotions demolished with three simple words.
And he felt like he had been dragged out into the middle of an open field, naked. Exposed and vulnerable to every attack.
