Love of Truth

by C. T. Oliver

  He must have sensed the seriousness of the moment. He pauses the movie and turns to look into my eyes. “Amelia, I promise to always be truthful and straightforward with you.” Sensing I need it, he pulls me closer to him. “I want this to work so much. I promise to never do anything to deceive you or hurt you.”

  I look into his eyes and nods. Craig has shown me nothing but kindness since we’ve met. I know in order for me to start moving forward I have to take a leap of faith. I hope Craig won’t take my trusting heart and play with it. If only in this life, there could be just so many bad things that can happen to you then it’s capped off, so you can live out the rest of your life in happiness. If only…

  “Amelia, I want to wait until you’re ready to tell me all about you, but I can’t just turn a blind eye to that shocked look on your face just now. What’s happened that’s gotten you so shocked?” I look into his eyes and want so badly to unload some of the pain in my heart.

  Sighing heavily, I take his hand into mine. As if holding on to his hand will give me the strength I need to move forward. “My last relationship didn’t end well. When it was over, I found out that he had been with someone else for a whole year before he broke it off with me. I didn’t know. He came and went as he pleased and I didn’t know a thing.” I look down at our hands, not having the courage to look into his face. How can someone as rational as I am, ever let someone take such advantage of me? I was hurt by the dishonesty, but more than that I was shocked and angry with myself for letting it happen.

  He squeezes my hand with his and I look up to see his face is like a statue’s, with so much anger in his eyes. Then in a second, it’s gone. He turns to look at me. “I’m sorry that you had to go through that heartache and pain, but I said I’m going to be honest with you. And to be honest, Amelia, I’m glad you’re not with him. I’m glad you’re here, with me, right now.”

  I let out a long breath and smile up at him. “I’m glad I’m here with you, too.” I snuggle closer into him and reach for the remote to resume the movie. “Craig?”

  “Yeah, baby?” He kisses the top of my head then runs his hand up and down my back soothing me.

  “Thank you for being honest.” I wrap both my arms around his waist and lean my head on his chest.

  “Always.”

  After watching Daniel Ocean swindles millions out from under his nemesis’s nose, Craig turns off all the lights, grabs Larry and follows me upstairs for bed. With Craig it’s so natural, as if we’ve been together forever. I get ready for bed but tonight it’s not going to be another t-shirt night. Being with Craig all day and after opening up with him, it’s as if my body is craving his touch and I plan on getting his hands all over me.

  I change into one of my favorite nighties, a navy blue and white sheer lace chemise and matching thong, hoping it will make me look a little more alluring. My glasses don’t give off the sexiest look, but it will just have to do. Taking one last look in the mirror, I see I’ve gotten some color in the last few days. My hair is as tame as it will get and my lips are full and red from the kisses I’ve been getting. I shrug to my mirror self. Here’s to seducing a gorgeous guy.

  I walk out of the bathroom to see Craig sitting against the headboard flipping through the channels on the TV. I cross the room to the bed trying to put some sway in my steps but pretending like I haven’t a care in the world. Also trying not to notice Craig has been eyeing me since I walked out. I pull back the covers on the opposite side of the bed from him and crawl in. I take off my glasses and turn to pet Larry good night all the while moving so my chemise hikes up a little.

  After giving Larry some loving I turn to Craig. “G’night, babe. Turn off the light on your nightstand, will you?” I give him a teasing smile and scoot down in the bed so he doesn’t have to imagine what is under my chemise.

  “No, uh-ah, you’re not going walk out wearing that and then just up and go to sleep.” I let out a squeal as he leans over and pulls me so I’m right underneath him. I open my legs and welcome his pelvis on mine. I miss this feeling of having a strong man on top of me. I wrap both my legs around his waist and push my hips towards his. Craig kisses me slowly, playfully nipping at my bottom lip. I open my lips to him, giving him free access.

  Supporting his weight on one forearm, his other hand moves up and down my rib cage, then down the side of my stomach and down my thigh. On his way up the second time, he runs a hand under the chemise and palms my left breast. I let out a moan and arch my back pressing my breast into his hand. He continues his searing kiss and starts to run his thumb across my pebbled nipple. His slight touch sends excitement throughout my body.

  I push a hand into his soft silky hair and deepen the kiss even more. All the while my other hand roams down his chest. I rake my nails through his light dusting of chest hair, over his sculpted abs and brush through his happy trail down to his big, warm, rock hard erection. I grip him lightly and start to rub the dome head of his cock in my palm.

  Him breaks away from the kiss and hiss through his teeth. “Baby, your touch…so good…” He leans his forehead against mine with his eyes squeezed shut.

  I continue moving my wandering hand. Running my other hand across his lower abs and hipbone and grab a firm butt cheek. “Oh, babe,” I moan as he dips his hip and rubs his erection on the wetness between my thighs. The feel of his erection on me sends shivers running through me, firing up my want for him. I push down his boxer briefs and run my hands under his shirt pulling it over his head.

  In the dimly lit bedroom, my eyes skim over his wide chest and note over his left shoulder is a Samoan style tattoo running down his bicep stopping where his t–shirt sleeve would end. I trace my index finger over the design, following the lines and shapes. “This is beautiful. What does it mean?”

  “Really, baby? You want to ask me now?” Craig exhibits a stressed almost painful look on his face.

  I can’t help but feel a little playful. “Tat for tits,” I smirk up at him.

  Craig lets out a growl that only makes me squirm under him. “Each layer or shape tells a story or has some significant meaning in my life. It’s all interconnected; family, military, and significant life experiences.” He finishes his response by lowering his head and starts nipping down my neck taking no mercy. He only stops for a second to push my chemise up over my breasts and then over my head. Taking a second to appreciate and nip a little on each nipple.

  “Your tits for my tat, baby,” he smirks, running a hand down my body then my hips a few times before he pushes himself back to roam his eyes over my body.

  I can feel myself heating up as his eyes scan down my body, but they don’t run back up. His teal-grays linger at my left hipbone until he flashes a sexy grin at me and run his hands up and down my thighs. He leans down my body, trailing a line of kisses from where my panties start to the middle of my breastbone. When he is lined up, he dips his hip to run the back of his erection over my soaking wet, panty-clad sex. Letting me feel every ridge and line of his beautifully large erection. “Your art is very pretty, what does it mean?” he asks, running his erection back and forth over my sensitive clit.

  I gasp and bite down on my lip to control my clenching sex. I reach up pushing both hands in his hair, pulling his lips to mine.

  “Baby,” he whispers and I can hear the restraint in his voice.

  The time for play is over. I want him to let go when I do and feel a stronger connection with him. I tug a little harder at his hair and his lips fall down to mine. I lift my hips to get a closer fit as I start to squirm my hips against his hip trusts. Feeling the pressure of my inner muscles straining for release, I reach down and hold on to the end of his erection. His thrusts become frantic and I feel my lower abs constricting. I hold on tight to Craig as I buck my hips and the surge goes through my body. As my orgasm breaks through me, I feel Craig’s body tighten before letting go. He pulls me closer to him as his erection jerks between us. He breaks away from my lips and nuzzles his face in my neck a
s he continues to thrust until the last spasm leaves his body.

  I wrap both my arms and legs around him, holding him tight to me. “Mmm,” I moan as the two of us try to catch our breath.

  He chuckles and lets out a satisfying sigh. “So, what does the pretty art mean?” he pulls back enough to rub the tip of his nose up and down mine.

  “Cherry blossoms are my favorite flowers because they only bloom for a short time, once a year. They are entwined in waves of water because I’ve always been attracted to bodies of water. My middle name is Revière,” I answer.

  He leans down and gives me a tender kiss, as if to show me how he is feeling. “I think it’s beautiful and it suits you.” He kisses the tip of nose and moves to lean back. “I should get off, I’m heavy,” he tries to roll off, but I hold on tight.

  “No, I like you on top of me. I’m comfy.” I tighten my arms and legs around him.

  He nuzzles a few kisses on my neck. “I’m going to crush you in the middle on the night. I’m twice your size.” He rolls over pulling me along with him and then scrambles to get out of the bed. “Come on let’s get cleaned up and I promise to hold you all night.”

  I can’t quite hear what he’s saying. I’m falling in and out of sleep. “Okay.” Soon I feel myself being lifted and then sitting on the counter in the bathroom. Craig wets a washcloth then wipes down my stomach and sex. He leans down and kisses right on top of my clit before cleaning himself and taking me back to bed. As promised, he holds me until we both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter 14

  Millions of ants are crawling up my arm and I can’t do anything because it’s being weighed down. If I can move my body, then maybe I can pull my arm away from the tingling bites. I try to move my body, but half of it is pinned down and there is an aching pain in my neck.

  The ache is enough to bring me out of my slumber. I roll my neck back and forth not feeling a pillow underneath my head. Turning to my right, Amelia is half spiraled on top of me and holding on so tight that my right arm is asleep. Somehow she has taken over my pillow even though there is a pile with Larry curled on top of it behind her head and a couple behind her back.

  I take a second to take her in. If I’m asked if I believed in faith before meeting Amelia, I would without a second thought have said no. I believe that things happen because of randomization or that there are similarities between two people. Things I’ve seen in war have shown me that good things don’t just happen or walk into your life so easily. Looking at her now, I have to say that she is a bundle of goodness and it’s as if she is molded for me specifically.

  I can hear mom’s voice now saying that ‘some things are just meant to be’. Mom has always been a little bit more free spirited than dad, who believes being well prepared and knowledgeable brings positive results. With Amelia, I think mom has a point.

  Her steady breathing touches my chest and I feel that calming balm that only she can give blanketing me. For someone so little, Amelia is a force to be reckoned with. She is so strong, independent, and open hearted, but at the same time, I can tell her experiences have left her with some battle wounds of her own. The peacefulness on her beautiful face right now gives me a yearning to protect her always. The idea of anyone or anything hurting her brings an anxiety to me. I want to move the heavens and earth to keep Amelia safe and happy.

  Though I have no sensation in my arm, I just want to lay here and take her in. She stirs and rubs her bare breast up and down my arm. I can feel her wet sex on the side of my stomach as she stretches her body. I let out groan at the heavenly feeling. Sleeping with her is both ecstasy and torture. Last night’s preview only makes me want know the feeling of her wrapped around me.

  Images of last night’s play come to mind and my morning wood feels more like morning granite throbbing painfully on my thigh. God, I can’t believe how responsive she is and how sexy she looks when she lets the passion take over. I run my free hand down her back, feeling her soft skin slide under my fingertips. Holding on to my last thread of control, I turn her over on her back. I run the tip of my nose down her breastbone. Feeling her nipples pebbling to my touch, I rub a thumb over one nipple, while taking the other in my mouth for a little taste, promising myself much more later. I have another plan for her wake up call.

  Leaving a trail of kisses down her tight stomach I make my way down while parting her legs with my body. I take a moment to lick her cherry blossom and water tattoo that comes across her left hipbone. Coming down to the apex of her thighs I nuzzle my face with the soft skin and take in her scent. I take some time leaving kisses on each of her thighs. Feeling her skin goose bump. Looking up I see her staring at me with the sweetest smile and some very sexy droopy eyes.

  I grin mischievously at her. “G’morin’, baby,” I drawl.

  Her sweet smile turns into a shy grin. “Morning. May I ask what you’re doing?”

  I play innocent. “Who? Me?” I take a finger and start to outline the lips of her moistening sex. “I wanted to give you a proper wake up call.” I lean forward and lightly rub the tip of my nose with her clit causing her to gasp. “I know you’re up, but since I went through the trouble of ordering it, I think you should get it anyway.” My thumb softly strokes her clit as I look up at her. “Don’t you, baby?”

  She has long dropped her head back on the pillow and grabbed on to her breasts with both hands. It’s the sexiest slight I have ever seen. I can see the frantic rise and fall of her chest in anticipation of my touch. “You still with me?” I ask, blowing lightly at her opening. She is so beautifully aroused for me.

  She raises her hips slightly. “Yes,” she lets out a moan when I rub circles on the tip of her clit. I lower my finger and add another as I inch slowly inside her. Jesus, she’s so fucking tight I can already image the grip around my erection. I lower my lips to her, tasting her as she lets out a breathy moan and lift her hips off the bed. I push my fingers in and out each time sinking in a little more as I lap and suck at her clit. My fingers sink in, each time feeling for her special spot. Her shocked gasp excites me. She squirms her hips uncontrollably and rubs her nipples as I take a little nip of her clit. Her body shakes when my fingers hit her spot. She whimpers and digs her hands in my hair as her tightens up. I take another little nip on her clit and the spasms of her sex travel frantically through her body. I lap and suck at her until she lowers her hips back onto the bed with a dreamy smile on her face.

  Crawling up her body I leave kisses here and there before pulling her close to me. Spooning her. “G’mornin’, baby,” I whisper and nip at her earlobe.

  Still catching her breath, she wiggles her bottom toward me. “Umm…morning. Mmm, I think someone else is awake, too.” She giggles feeling my aching erection rest between her cheeks. She takes advantage and starts to rub up and down with her bottom.

  “Oh baby, let’s not start something we can’t finish,” I try to still her.

  “But he’s awake and he’s lonely and wants to play with me,” she turns, facing me. Before I can say a word, she has me in her hands. Moving her little hand up and down, having no mercy on me.

  “Amelia, we have to get ready and take Larry…” I take in a shaky breath trying to finish my thought. She pushes me onto my back and straddles my thighs with her hand still playfully gripping and squeezing me.

  “This will be quick, I promise,” she says with her wide eyes and playful smile. She moves up my thighs and nestles my balls between the lips of her hot center, her right hand moving up and down my throbbing dick until she adds her hips to the mix. It’s sensation overload. I run my hands up her body and grab onto her bouncing breasts. Whenever she moves her wetness up my shaft, her hand palms the head of my penis and when she moves down her hand goes down.

  She is a sight to behold. Her long dark hair falling in waves down her back with her eyes slightly hooded with passion and her creamy skin is mine for the taking. I can tell she is close and I want to see the lust struck look on her beautiful f
ace when she comes. Taking one hand away from her beautiful breast I run it down her stomach to her glistening clit. Even my slight touch causes her to pick up the pace of her hips. “Come on, baby, again.” She tightens her straddle around my hips and lets the spasm take over her body, but not before she increases her assault on me. With one last squeeze of her hand on of the head of my dick, she takes me with her.

  I hold her tight to me while she blankets me with her body. “Baby, I’m glad that was quick. I don’t think I could have held on much longer,” I chuckle running my hand up and down her back.

  “Hmmm,” she nuzzles her face in my chest.

  “You goin’ back to sleep?”

  “Hmmm…you’re comfy and I feel like I have noodle limbs so I should just lie here,” she sighs.

  “Noodle limbs? Al dente?”

  “No, fully cooked vermicelli.”

  I laugh. “Okay, noodle limbs, let’s get some breakfast in you. Then let’s go shootin’.”

  She leans back with a small smile on her lips. “Okay, race you to the showers.” She scrambles to get up, but it’s a futile attempt. I grab onto her waist and throw her over my shoulders while her arms and legs flail about as she giggles and snorts all the way to the shower.

  My showers normally last about five minutes, but with Amelia and her sneaky little hands and toe-curling kisses, our shower lasted over thirty minutes. I look forward to many, many more of those. I’m digging in my duffle bag for clothes, which is now sitting on the floor of the walk-in closet, while Amelia is getting dressed a few feet away from me. I turn to see her slip on her panties and I almost fall over.

  “Baby, you can’t wear that. How am I supposed to focus on targets when I know you’re wearing those under your pants.” I walk over and run my hands on her bare cheeks. The scrap of black lace she is wearing leaves nothing to the imagination.

  “Well, focus harder elsewhere, I’m wearing these,” she says, going up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I like the way my bare skin feel against my jeans when I’m hunched over to take aim,” she whispers in my ear while rubbing her bare breast against my chest.