by Remi Grey
As if he could hear my thoughts, he stops to look at me, and we touch foreheads almost completely out of breath.
"Forgive me, Elena, I got carried away. Was it too deep?" Washington asked, clearly concerned.
“No, please don’t stop.”
“Are you sure? I want you to want this just as much as I do.”
Without hesitation, I grab his face in both my hands, kissing him with all of me barely controlling myself.
I adjust myself on his lap, grinding my hips, teasing him, letting him know exactly what I'm ready for. He was ready! "Get me out of these clothes right now," I said to him
It took him all of one minute before he had removed all of my clothes and his. We were there, together staring at each other’s naked bodies admiring the view of one another. He was glorious, his body built to please, strong and lean muscles tensing everywhere.
"You're beautiful," I said, reaching up to touch his hairy bare chest.
He's a man rough and gentle, strong but weak. Reaching down, I grab his smooth, hard flesh feeling its thickness in my palm. He groans, taking my not so subtle hint and moves his pelvis, lifting his rock-hard dick up and further into my warm hand.
“Jerk me,” he says in between soft pants and primal moans.
I can feel him getting harder and growing even more from my touch. I'm so ready for him that I can't even think straight.
"I have a condom in my back pocket inside my wallet," he says, smiling fully aware of how that sounds. "I know, just get it before I burst."
I do as I’m told, ripping it open and sliding it down his length with ease.
He leans me back on the pallet far enough to have complete access to my breast. His tongue encircling them before picking one to suck on first before worshiping each of them equally. He then moved down to spread my legs open at my thighs, opening my most sensitive spot with his tongue devouring and
darting in and out of me.
I’ve never had someone taste me like this, if he keeps this up, he’s going to make me cum.
"Your pussy is so sweet and juicy, my God Elena you're like a drug that I just can't get enough of. I don't know if I can wait any longer to be inside you."
His words are all I need to send me over the edge.
“I'm so close, suck me," I say, feeling like I'm going to explode.
He replaces his mouth with his hand slipping his expert fingers into me. He's so aware and in tune with my body, entering me just right with long deep strokes of fluid motion. I surrender into his hand as I surrender to the most mind-blowing orgasm.
"That's right, Elena, come for me, I want to feel you cum all over my fingers," he blurts, biting his lips, watching my reaction.
With one final thrust of his fingers, I sink into the most intense orgasm I've ever felt, trembling exposed and completely scattered, giving in to him willingly.
"Oh, you're so ready for me. I want you to straddle me," he says, adjusting our position, holding my ass
guiding to where I need to be so that he can enter me slowly.
He positions himself directly underneath me, pressing the tip of his dick against my hot moist opening.
"You're so fucking wet, baby; I can't wait to be inside you." He
groaned.
"I want to feel you inside me," I moan, begging for him impatiently.
"Patience, baby, you'll have me soon enough."
Pulling me towards him, he spreads me wider than I've ever been. His hands skillfully holding my legs down and apart, giving my swollen flesh one last embrace before he enters me inch by inch stretching me.
“You feel so good, Captain Drake,” I say, overcome by my arousal.
He's every bit of what I imagined and more. He's so deep that I can feel his every move when he starts to slide in and out of me grinding against my clit, sending small sensations spiraling through me. His sexuality pouring off of him as we both begin to sweat in between our movements as our lovemaking starts to become more vigorous. Matching his rhythm, we move together in sync. Loving each other, touching, feeling our bodies brush against the sensitive spots that help bring one to ecstasy. Being with him, feeling him inside me pushing me to the edge once again, all I can think of is I never want him to stop.
“Please don’t stop, harder, fuck me!”
Pulling me down to him, he kisses me deeply before changing our position, having me to lay face down with my rear fully exposed.
"You look so beautiful from this position, baby, damn, you have the perfect ass."
He takes his time, pushing every inch of himself inside of me from the back. I can feel him so deeply, moving slowly at first to get me used to his thickness again, but it doesn't take long before I begin to open and spread wide for him.
"Yes, Elena, open for me."
Grabbing my hips, he then plunges in as far as he can go hard and fast, followed by a succession of dirty words and a loud grunt.
"It's so good, so good, baby." I pant breathlessly.
Without any warning, he pounds me so hard in such a rhythm that sends shivers all the way through me to the bone. Faster and faster, he pounds me holding on to my hips, grabbing my cheeks, spreading them farther apart, so he can see his masterpiece of a dick working to bring us both to our climax. I reach back to touch him, and he takes hold of my hand, sucking each of my fingers, laying me down completely flat on my stomach, leaning into me so that his front is on my back.
The feeling of his full weight on me and his breath against my skin awakens all my senses. Holding both of my hands in his above my head, he grinds into me so close that I can feel his soft hairs brush against my bottom with every thrust. The faster he went, the louder his breathing became. I know it won't be long before he lets go himself.
"Cum with me again, baby. I want to feel you come while I'm inside you, please," he begs.
“Yes, oh, yes. Don't stop Washington, fuck. Uhh, I can't hold it, baby, I'm going to cum, cum with me Captain," I yell through bursts of ecstasy.
With his final thrusts, I felt the buildup coming to an end as he pours into the condom inside me.
“You're perfect for me Elena, I want to stay inside you just like this and forget about the rest of the world.”
Kissing my shoulder, he pulls himself out of me, leaving me a bit empty and wanting more from this beautiful man who has given me the most passionate night of my life.
"You're a phenomenal lover, Washington." I compliment him rolling over on my side to face him.
“It takes two, Elena.”
"What do we do now?" I ask, dumbfounded by what just happened.
"How about you start with letting me know what you really want," he says, propping himself up on his elbow.
“I want to be with you, and I want to dance,” I admit, aware of my indecision.
"Okay, so how can we make this work? Because I want to be with you for as long as you want. However, you shouldn't have to choose."
“I don’t want to; I want to stop touring and settle down here in this town with you. I want to open up a dance studio so that I can still do what I love.”
"That would be amazing seeing you every day, being together with you, making love with you. That would be an amazing life."
"This is what I want. You are what I want, always," I declare through a haze of tears flowing from my eyes.
"I love you, Elena Alverez, I love you like I've never loved another, and it's damn scary." He chuckles, using the tip of one of his long fingers to wipe away one of my stray tears.
“I love you too, and I never want to be apart.”
Smiling proudly to myself, I slide over to Washington, and we wrap our arms around each other. Enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking, we kiss one another, coming to terms with our mutual love for one another.
“I'm so thankful for you Washington, you're my angel, the one I prayed for on the worst day of my life. Without you, I wouldn't be here today."
"You have it all wrong Elena, you're the one that I pr
ayed for when I didn't even know the meaning of real prayer. You think I was the only one who saved someone, you saved me from my mourning before it even happens. You saved me from me."
Lying there with Washington, I knew without a doubt that my place in this world was to be with him. Together we can make it through anything no matter how hot the fire or how big the blaze.
Epilogue
Washington
7 years later….
“Let's get the studio ready, Kelly. Elena's going to be home soon, and I want everything to be perfect for her."
“Will do, partner," Kelly, Elena's manager, jokes, helping me place the last bunch of balloons in the corner of what I like to call the mirror room.
"Daddy, I can't wait to see mama. She's been gone for so long."
"I know, baby, me too. Miss Kelly has got it all planned out, and I have it on good authority that your mama will be home any minute now." I tell our beautiful daughter Lonna who looks more and more like Elena every day. She has the same eyes, the same dark raven-colored waves, and her feisty spirit.
Every time I look into her eyes, I see the life that Elena and I have built together. It wasn’t always easy, and we fought intensely over things that we probably shouldn't have. Still, through it all, we've had six years of a beautiful and blissful marriage. Our daughter is proof enough of how two total strangers can meet under the direst of circumstances, make it through, fall in love despite their differences, and live happily ever after.
It's taken me a while, but with hard work, collaboration, and sheer determination, my beautiful and talented wife now has her own dance studio right in the heart of town. It was a miracle that I got this all together in the six months that Elena's been in Europe. The closer it got to her coming home were the hardest. She had more downtime in between performances, so she became more suspicious of what I was up to all day and night. I've never been more grateful for having an erratic schedule for my work, it helped with making excuses and missing those planned Skype calls due to work emergency related issues. I've also never been more grateful for my work brothers, family members old and newly extended, and Kelly, Elena’s manager, who’s become an honorary Drake.
I can't wait to see the look on her face when she walks in the front door of her very own place to teach her craft to anyone who wants to learn. It's been her dream for most of her life, and now I can be a part of that. I can say that with the hard work of our little family, what she's imagined for so long is now here.
I took drawings that she made as a child of what her studio would look like, sent them to local and out of town designers who specialized in creating dance studios just so everything could be just right. I must say this was a true labor of love for everyone that was involved, which was pretty much everyone in town. Around here, word travels fast, especially when it's a new dance studio run and taught by a very famous international dancer that’s married to the local fire Captain.
What an odd couple we are, if our age difference doesn't throw you, then our diverse and different backgrounds just may do the trick. But yet I've never loved anyone so deeply, so passionately as I've love Elena. When I saw this petite, beautifully sensual woman give birth to our child, I loved her even more. I never thought that would be possible, at least not for me.
The day I rescued her from that fire, she rescued me right back and didn't even know it. I felt it when I was carrying her in my arms down the four flights of stairs and out into the light. She tells me every day even when we're mad at each other that she loves me, how rare is that? Her heart is the biggest I've ever had the pleasure to know, and that's saying a lot's coming from a family like mine. My mother always told me that when you find someone to love and they love you in return, your heart will be so full that it won't have room for fear anymore. She was right, she was and still is so right. After my family and I almost lost Franky that day, I let the fear of loving someone take over. I wanted to forget that feeling of nearly losing someone so close to your heart. I became the rescuer so that I could help others not to have to ever feel that feeling as well. It worked for a while, I made it work until Elena came along and set my heart ablaze again.
“She’s coming, I just got a text,” Kelly said holding up her phone so that Lonna and I could see.
Shortly after, my cell dings as well, letting me know that she's arrived and on her way. She refused to let me come and pick her up from the airport because she hates crying in front of strangers. She'd rather do that at home, plus she thinks that I'm working, and Lonna is in school today since it's a weekday.
I don't know how she would think that after not seeing each other for six months that I wouldn't be waiting for her with arms stretched when she arrives. But that's Elena, never thinking that she's important enough for me to drop everything for. She doesn't even realize how much she means to me, even though I make it a point to show her every chance that I get.
Kelly has hired a driver, who Elena thinks is taking her home but is actually going to take her to the studio. She believes I’m supposed to be off work now and picking up Lonna from school so that we can meet her at home for a quiet family dinner with Kelly.
The twenty minutes it takes for her to get from the airport to where we are seems like an eternity.
I’m standing out front sweating bullets, the combination of the late spring heat and the adrenaline pumping through me.
Finally, I see the car in the distance turning the corner and coming up the long drive into the secluded parking lot. When I found the space, it had been an old preschool that caught on fire one night from faulty wiring in an electrical outlet. No one was hurt, but the owners were getting older and wanted to retire, so they didn't want the burden of starting all over again. They sold me the place for a reasonable price, and the damage was minimal, so I said what the hell let's do this for my gorgeous wife.
The driver drives up to the door, opening her door and letting Elena out. She’s even more beautiful than I remember. She’s cut her hair since I saw her last, but she’s left just enough length for me touch, she knows I like that.
“Hello lover," I say, grabbing her up quickly in my arms and holding her close. She smells divine, like wild berries and hot cinnamon. I breathe in her heavenly scent, taking her and it all in.
“Hello Captain, I've missed you," she breathes, treating me to a kiss.
"Uhm, you better watch it. Someone else is happy to see you too," I joke, motioning to the bulge forming in the front of my pants.
“Naughty fireman?” she twinkles.
“Naughty fireman is right,” I confirm.
"What is all this?" she asks, pointing to the entrance to her studio.
"It's a surprise." I take her hands, guiding her inside. I'm so nervous that I'm about to explode. I start thinking about all the work done inside and praying that it's what she wanted. "Once we're inside, you'll know what this all is," I tell her, panicking a little bit.
Once we clear the front door and enter the studio, her eyes light up, stunned by what she's seeing. She puts her hand up to her mouth as tears begin to fill and roll from her eyes. She's shaking and looking around, taking everything in one blink at a time. I can't help but tear up a little myself at her reaction.
“Mama," Lonna says, coming around the corner where the office is with Kelly hand in hand. "Are you okay, why are you crying?"
"Mom is okay, baby, she's just—happy—I—hope?”
I watched as she stood there overwhelmed with tears streaming from her doe eyes, the eyes I fell in love with years ago, and I knew that we had done a good thing.
“Washington, how, when--?” she tried to ask through her blubbering.
“The whole town helped me, everyone pitched in when they could, and I couldn’t. It was a team effort, my love.”
She walked to me, taking me in her arms, her head to my chest, taking time to finally catch her breath.
“I love it, I – Love – IT, it’s perfect just like my drawing,” she sniffed, her ch
eeks stained with salty tears.
“I'm glad, baby, you deserve it. Now you can teach just like you've always wanted."
This was Elena’s farewell tour, so I wanted to have it done when she stepped back on US soil.
“You have been everything to me Washington, I’m so happy with our beautiful life, we’re so blessed, my darling.”
“I've known since the day I saved you that you would be the one to light that fire in my heart, and I was right, you have done that and so much more."
We kiss once more, holding each other tight, one arm wrapped around each other and one around our daughter. As I look into the huge mirror in front of us, I see us, and it's breathtaking. Elena and Washington, the fireman and the fire starter.
