Love of Truth

by C. T. Oliver

  I kiss the tip of her nose. “No, no movie.”

  “Oh,” her kissable lips forming that perfect O.

  “What I want is—” I take a deep breath to calm my excitement. “I want to feel you. I want to feel so connected to you, that when you breathe I can feel your breath burning in my chest. So connected that when I touch you, I can feel your pleasure resonate through me. So connected that when you let go, it’s just me and you and nothing else in the world.” Leaning down I trail kisses down her neck and feel her pulse thumping at lightning speed under my lips. “Come.”

  I switch on the lamp at the side of the bed and turn to see Amelia standing near the bedroom door looking down at her feet. I suddenly feel as if there is a hole in my stomach burning outwardly from the worried look on her.

  “Amelia, what’s wrong?” I sit down on the bed and hold out my arms to her.

  Straightaway she walks over and straddles me, pushing her hands in my hair to hold me close to her. “I have to tell you something. I just,” she takes in a deep breath. “It might be better if you know. I don’t know, maybe not…” she looks down, paying close attention to the button on my shirt.

  “What is it?” I rub my hands up and down her back to soothe her.

  She takes a few seconds to look into my eyes. “Umm, it’s been a long time since, I’ve—I’ve been with someone,” she whispers. My face slowly breaks out into a gigantic smile making her lean back to take it all in. “This isn’t funny,” she admonishes.

  “I’m sorry, but knowing that you haven’t been with anyone in a long time makes me very happy.” I laugh seeing the cute look on her face. Did she think I was going to be mad?

  Amelia narrows her eyes at me, but then gives up trying to look mean since my smile is not fading away. “Well about that ‘anyone’—it’s actually only one and a very long time since that one.” She playfully slaps me on the chest. “Oh my gosh! Stop giving me that freaky smile.”

  I laugh feeling silly with excitement. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m not laughing at you. I just,” I pull her closer to me and hug her tightly. “I love knowing, I just… Shit, I can’t even piece together a sentence.” I take a deep breath to try again. “Amelia, I love that you haven’t shared yourself with anyone in a long time. Jesus, that doesn’t even sound right. Well, anyway, what I want to say is that, well, I’m greedy with you, I wouldn’t want anyone to be at the receiving end of your intimacy, but me.”

  “Ditto, babe.” She smiles brightly at me.

  “Since, we’re sharing. It’s been a long time for me, too. So long even Ben is worried.” I try to keep a serious face, but fail. My big smile is matching hers.

  “Well, it’s a good thing that I’m greedy with you as well. Those old or new bitches better know they need to back off!” Amelia hold out her serious face as long as she can before she bursts into laugher.

  Her laughing stops the second I run my hands up and down the sides of her ribcage. With her straddling my legs, I can’t forget she has nothing on under the hem of her skirt. I slowly run my hands up and down while getting lost in her bottomless eyes.

  “Amelia, you are so beautiful. I ache whenever I lay eyes on you.”

  She is repeatedly running her hands through my hair sending waves of electricity down my spine with every stroke. “Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself. Actually you’re gorgeous.”

  I give her a crooked grin. “Why, thank you, ma’am.”

  “Don’t be so modest, you know you are.” Her eyes following her fingers as they trace the lines on the side of my face. “I love how your face reflects how confident and strong you are but at the same time it offers me so much comfort, you’re like a balm to my soul, Craig.”

  I pull her down for a kiss that I intended to be sweet and calm, but as our lips touch, Amelia starts to squirm her hips pressing her warm center right on my bulge and it is the thermite fire on what is left of my control. Nipping her sweet lips, I run a hand under the hem of her skirt and I am met with satisfaction. She’s warm and wet just for me.

  Her hands roam down my chest and her fingers frantically work at my buttons and fail. She squirms on my lap and lets out the cutest growl of frustration. She grabs onto the opening of my shirt and pulls it apart, scattering all the buttons on the bedroom floor. She pulls back from my lips to push the shirt off of me, and run her eyes over my chest. “I love looking at you.”

  I smile at the look of lust on her face. “Now, you know how I feel every time you step into the room. Even when you’re not near me, your beauty is etched into my mind, Amelia.”

  “That’s such a sweet thing to say.” She looks at me with such passion on her face.

  “You’re sweet, Amelia.”

  I have been unbuttoning the top few buttons on her dress. I run my hands down her sides for one last feel of the material gliding over her skin before pulling the dress over her head. Leaving her only in a lacey yellow bra. Her lips seek mine, running her tongue on my bottom lips before tasting mine. Reaching around, I unhook her bra and tug it away from her. My hands reach out for the soft feel of her breasts and raspberry nipples, but she presses herself closer to me, rubbing her chest up and down as to get as much of her skin in contact with mine as she can.

  I hold her to me and turn the both of us into the bed so I’m on top of her. She arch her back to press her hot center right at my jeans-clad erection. She works in between us to unbutton my jeans then pushes them and my boxers down using her legs and feet. When my pants free my erection, she grabs me to run her hands up and down my length. I let out a moan when she grips the head tightly.

  I nip my way down her neck, gliding my hands over her soft skin. I work my way down to take a pebbled nipple in my mouth. Amelia lets out a breathy moan that only fuels me further. Letting go of the first nipple I kiss my way over to the other to nibble and suck it with my mouth. I can’t get enough of her. Her body heat is bringing up the sweet mint that always lingers on her skin. Her eyes are closed with her head back. She seems to be taking in every touch and sensation.

  I run my hand down her stomach to cup her sex, finding her warm and even wetter than before. She arches into my hand seeking friction for her release. My thumb strokes her hardened clit while she rolls her hips to rub her wet lips against my palm. I sink my index finger into her tight heat as her hips squirm out of control. I give her nipple a little bite and she lets out a moan of satisfaction. Her hips grind wildly into my hand. She bites down on her lips as the first spasm travel through her body. I swirl my tongue around her nipple and she falls apart with her fingers pulling my hair and my name leaving her lips.

  “Beautiful, baby.” I trail kisses across her breast bone and up to her lips. She kisses me gently as she strokes her fingers through my hair. I lean back and look into her bottomless eyes. “Are you sure?”

  A beautiful little smile crosses her lips. “I want you, Craig.”

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy.” I move to reach over the side of the bed to grab a condom in my jeans; only she pulls me tighter to her.

  “I’m on the pill,” she says, shyly looking away. “Irregular periods.”

  “Jesus, are you sure?” My mind races with excitement at the idea. “I’m clean and healthy, but if it makes you more comfortable, I don’t mind wearing one.” I rest my forehead against her.

  “I want to feel as connected to you as I can,” she says as she tightens her hold on me, lifting up her hips to rub her wet core against my erection. The sensation makes me lose all sense of being. Shifting her toward the middle of the bed, I kneel between her thighs. I place kisses on her smooth skin, swirl a few wet kisses into her belly button, and then reacquaint myself with her nipples again before reaching her awaiting lips.

  Amelia runs her hands through my hair as she raises her hips to cradle my erection between her wet sex. I move my hips back and forth a few times, running the underside of my cock against her wetness making her moan. She moves to wrap both her legs around my waist, pushing he
r heels into my back urging me, but I have to be sure.

  Holding her face in both hands, I pull away from her sweet lips to look into her bottomless eyes. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” she moans and tightens her legs around me. “I want you so much.”

  “Jesus, baby.” Flexing my hips, I move the head of my shaft to her wet opening and enter ever so slowly while looking into her beautiful eyes. Amelia lets out her breath the further I sink. It’s pure heaven. “Oh God Amelia! You’re so fuckin’ tight.” I’m fighting for control. The feel of her around me is surreal and I just want to thrust in once and be lost in heaven, but I can’t stand the thought of hurting her. “So fucking tight,” I grit my teeth for an ounce of control. “Baby, are you in pain?”

  “No babe, more.” She raises her hips to meet me, taking in more of me on her own. I can feel her tightening her walls around me and I lose all sense of control. I push all the way in and let out a sigh of pleasure.

  “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Holding her still, I look into her glowing face.

  “Yes babe. Why aren’t you moving?” She narrows her eyes at me warningly.

  Chuckling at her, I start circling my hips, making her eyes drop and her lips pout. I lean forward for a taste of her lips as I thrust in and out of her tightness. I can already feel the tingling sensation in my back. Kissing down her chin, I try to shift us so we can make it last longer, but she won’t allow it. She squeezes me tighter from within.

  “Baby stop! It’s going to be over too soon if you keep that up,” I growl in her ear. I slow down my thrusts and grind myself on her clit.

  “But I want you to come with me,” she moans, holding on to her next squeeze and doesn’t let go. I feel the euphoria creeping up.

  “Amelia, come on now.” Feeling like I’m fighting a losing battle with her, I speed up my hips and grinding down on her clit. Amelia meets me thrust for thrust. I can feel her spasms from within around me as she arches her back up, pushing herself into me as she moans out my name. The sight of her coming apart before me is my undoing. With a last powerful thrust I bury myself deep within her. Her name is the last thing that leaves my lips before I fall to the side and pull her with me.

  “Mmm,” she breathes, taking my hand to lace our fingers.

  “Yeah…” I try to catch my breath. Turning over, I go up on my elbow. “Are you okay?” I lean forward, leaving a few kisses on her bare shoulder.

  Amelia turns to lie on her back with the biggest smile on her face. “I’m pretty awesome.” She reaches up and runs her hand down the side of my face. “Let’s do it again,” she says brightly.

  I laugh and sit up. “Come on, shower first.”

  “Man, you’re so bossy after great sex!” she huffs and shuffles to sit next to me.

  I turn around and pull her into my lap. “Great sex?”

  She wiggles her bottom on my lap a few times. “It was pretty good.” Before I can make a move on her not-so-subtle invite, she hops out of my arms and dashes into the bathroom.

  “Tease, baby!”

  Chapter 21

  I’m floating on a cloud. Slowly shifting back and forth, like I’m on a hammock made out of clouds. The piece of cloud I’m lying on is soft. There is so much of it I’m hugging a chunk to my chest. Behind me is a warm firm pillow covering me. It’s lightly tickling my back as it slowly envelops me, coming around to grab onto my breasts. I jerk up. Lying face down with a pillow hugged to my chest and a very naked Craig trailing kisses up my back.

  “Hey, did you fall asleep on me?” He grabs one of my cheeks firmly and takes a nibble. I squeal and push my bottom in the air. “There, that’s how I want you.” Craig runs the tip of his erection between my swollen lips. Teasing me to arch my back further, pushing my bottom higher in the air before I can feel his tip pushing past my folds.

  The feeling of Craig being inside of me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Not that I have much experience. Craig fills me and stretches me to the limit. Layers and layers of pleasure wash over me and bind me to him. Then when I think it can’t get any better, he does things to heighten my senses to where I can only feel him—nothing else, just him.

  Craig pushes, oh so slowly, into me from behind. I feel my lower stomach muscles tightening with the invasion. As he rocks his hips while crawling up my back and I feel the unfurling of my orgasm near. Turning my head around, I meet his lips for a passionate soul stirring kiss that has my toes curling and my hips moving to meet his thrusts. He curls his arm around my front to coax my sensitive clit into furthering my pleasure sending me over the edge with his name coming out in a moan. He rubs and rocks into me until the very last spasm travels through my spent body that triggers his powerful release.

  Too spent to keep my hips up. I plop down into the bed with his familiar weight on me while I try to catch my breath. “You’d think after the first time, the shower, the bathroom, the edge of the bed, and just now, you’d need a break, babe.” I wiggle my bottom cradling his semi-hard on.

  “You’d think so,” he says as he leans back supporting his weight on his arms. He places a few kisses on my back before pulling me closer to him. “Amelia, I can never get enough of you.”

  I smile to myself. “No girl has ever made you this stimulated, before.” I joke. On some level I feel a sense of happiness that I can constantly ‘stimulate’ someone like Craig.

  “Nope. Not one. Once was always enough for me, but with you, I want you more even as I’m having you.” He leans back down and rubs his nose against the side of my cheek. “I hope that smile means you approve.”

  I push up my bottom and wiggle it back and forth on his erection. “Yes, I approve. My approval is immense.” I let out a moan only he grabs on to my hips to keep me still.

  “No, no, don’t even go there. We need sleep.” He pulls me onto my side and cuddles my back to his front.

  “But babe, he wants to play.” I try to turn and get on top of him, but he holds me tight to him.

  “He’s tired, now sleep,” he says, with closed eyes and a huge grin on his face.

  “Bossy! And he’s not tired, he’s waving at me right now.” I attempt to roll him over again, but fail.

  “Sleep. He’s soothing you. And I’m not bossy, I’m tryin’ out my lawyer voice,” he grins wider.

  “Then I object, Counselor,” I say with a pout.

  “Don’t object your Counselor. The Counselor has the right to object.”

  “Bossy,” I mumble as sleep creeps upon me and I snuggle closer to Craig seeking his warmth.

  “Night, baby,” he kisses the top of my head.

  I take in a full breath of body wash mix with sexy man and drift off.

  “Fuck babe, harder,” I moan as Craig slams into me from behind. My face pressed firmly into the pillow, with my bottom in the air supported by my knees. Both my arms are pulled back holding on to Craig’s arms as he slams, rolls, and rocks himself into me.

  Since spending the night together, Craig has always been the one to get up first. This morning as the sun barely hovers over the ocean line, I’m up and ready to give Craig a ‘proper’ wake up call. When he barely has his eyes open from being deep in my throat, I pop him out of my mouth and got into position. I insist we start off our morning the energetic way and Craig is more than willing to try.

  “Shit, baby,” Craig growls through clenched teeth.

  I love that whatever I want to do in bed, or on the floor, or in the shower, Craig is a willing follower. It’s not that I want to be in charge, but there are certain things a girl want to experience and if it’s a little rough or vigorous—hey, to each her own.

  “Oh God, babe. Right there,” I moan, shutting my eyes firmly. I bury my face in the pillow as Craig hitches up my hips a little higher and hit the spot that is sending white lights underneath my eyelids. I’m losing all thought and reason.

  “Right there?” Craig teases as he pulls out but doesn’t quite slam back to where he knows my pleasure point is. �
�Or right here?” He circles his hips just to make his point.

  “CRAIG!”

  “Tsk, tsk, bossy!” He picks up his pace and I feel the build from within.

  The noises Craig is making only fuels my need for release. My muscles are bunching up; eyes are squeezed shut and my face is rolling back and forth into the pillow anticipating that rush. When the first spasm flares I tighten my grip on Craig and pull him down on top of me. As the spasms travel through me, I’m minimally aware of Craig’s one last powerful thrust before his body relaxes.

  As the spasms subsides a sharp piercing pain shoots down the hamstring of my left leg pulling my calf muscle into a tight knot. The pain is so excruciating I’m able to shove a sweaty, sexed-out Craig off of my back to free my leg. I sit grabbing on to my thigh as the cramp travels down my leg.

  “Shit, baby, did I hurt you?” There is concern in his voice.

  “No,” I groan through teary eyes. “Charley horse.”

  “Stay right there,” Craig jumps gracefully out of bed. Naked and slightly erect, he jogs into the bathroom. Soon I hear the water splashing in the tub and the start of the Jacuzzi. Craig comes out of the bathroom, with his erection bobbing between his thighs. The appetizing sight allows me a moment to forget my leg is on fire.

  “No, huh-ah. Come on, let’s get that worked out before the pain stays with you all day.” He reaches down and cradles me in his arms.

  “Are you going to work it out for me?” I ask, with too much hope in my voice.

  Craig nuzzles his nose behind my ear while taking me into the citrus scented bathroom. “You bet I am. Why, Amelia, I must say you are quite insatiable.” His laugh tickles my neck sending chills down my back.

  “It’s because you bring the worst out of me.” I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks and turn to hide my face. Craig steps in the tub with me still in his arms and slowly sits down. He cradles me on his lap in the bubbling water.

  “Hey, hey, don’t look away.” He takes his finger and turns my face to look into his. “I love that you like it a little spicy and fun, baby. And I believe I bring the best out of you, not the worst,” he whispers in my ear. He takes a small nibble of my earlobe with his lips that has me breathy and licking my dry lips.