by Claire Adams
As my mouth repeated circles against her pulsing mound, she lifted her hips slightly off the bed and rotated them to the rhythm of my tongue. Her low moans and growls tore me apart, making my cock twitch and pulse beneath me. I reached up and slid two fingers through her running juices, pushing them deep inside of her and then twisting as I resurfaced. Her hand tightened on my hair again, and I could tell she liked that, so I continued, moving like a machine in and out of her as my mouth caressed her other parts.
Her breathing picked up again, and there was a desperation in her movements, pushing hard against my face with her hips. I could tell the fire was lit within her, and I wanted nothing more than to feel and taste the explosion mounting inside of her. I took her movements as a cue and began to push down with my fingers, faster and deeper. She ground her hips against my hand, pulling her hands from my hair and moving them to her tits where she massaged them hard, pulling at her nipples with every rotation.
As my mouth swooped back down over her nub, she lifted her chest high in the air and tipped her head backward, her mouth coming open but no sound emitting. I could feel her body tighten around me, and her pussy beginning to shimmy around my fingers as the warm liquid flowed from the floodgates. I groaned, no longer able to hold back my instincts, wanting my cock back inside of her.
Before she could even finish, I sat up and grabbed her by the waist, rolling her onto me and sitting her up. I grabbed my cock and situated her on top, looking up as she breathed heavily through a still-circulating orgasm. My hand shot down to her clit and rubbed it hard, pushing her to come again, knowing that she had it in her. Her eyes opened wide, and she screamed out, lowering herself down onto my cock with ease. I could feel her wetness flowing down my hard shaft and running down my balls, the cool air hitting it and pushing me closer to orgasm.
She screamed out, trying to control her movements as I rubbed her clit with one hand and helped her ride me with the other. She reached back and positioned her hands on my thighs, lifting her hips up and down as my hips thrust, meeting her with force. The tips of my fingers danced hard over her clit, and she closed her eyes, leaning back and screaming as she rolled right into another orgasm. As she came, I grabbed her with both hands, slamming her up and down on my hard shaft, feeling the pulsing of her pussy against my red, swollen dick. God, she felt so good, her body nearly limp from pleasure, her pussy so wet that I could hear the sounds of our body in contact, the echoes of our slapping skin reverberating through the entire room.
“Yes,” she screamed out, just regaining consciousness from the realm of pleasure she had escaped to.
I growled, pushing her down hard onto my cock and rolling her over, holding onto her back and feeling her wrap around me as we moved. I put one hand down beside her head and pulled her opposite leg up to my side, pushing deep and hard inside of her. Her dark, tired eyes opened wide, looking deep into mine as I thrust my hips in short, deep bursts. The bed moved with the rhythm of our bodies, and I could feel the fire inside of me flowing over. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, biting my bottom lip as I thrust one more time deep inside, pushing hard as my body erupted in ecstasy.
My cock pulsated inside of her as it released, bursting my seed and twitching wildly at the feeling of coming. I sat like that for several moments, still pushing slightly with my hips over and over again. Finally, I let my breath fall from my lungs slowly, watching her as she relaxed beneath me, a coy smile on her face. I leaned my head down and kissed her lips softly before rolling out of her and onto my side. We breathed heavily from the passion that had erupted inside of us, and when we had slowed our vitals enough, Elana rolled onto her side and scooted back into me, grabbing my arms as I wrapped them around her body and pulled the covers up over our sweaty bodies.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you, too,” she whispered back.
That night, there was no rushing from the bed or questions about where I would sleep. I simply laid there, holding her as she fell into her dream world. I kissed the back of her neck softly, feeling her wild hair beneath my head. She breathed deeply and peacefully as her body relaxed into me, her eyes firmly shut. I pulled her in closer and nestled her up to my lips.
“I am the luckiest man in the world,” I whispered softly. “I love you more than anything in the world. You are absolutely the most beautiful, most intelligent, and most amazing woman that I have ever had the privilege of meeting. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She groaned softly, a smile curving up on her lips. Fate was so fickle, so strange, and it had a very funny way of bringing Elana and me together. There was no show of instant attraction when we originally met, but after Lillie’s death, from across the country, I was compelled to go back to Madison, to take that run that day, and to end up with Elana in my arms. We were two people that desperately needed each other, even if we couldn’t admit it to ourselves. We were two people that fell from the graces of a perfect life, feeling the unfair and harsh winds of life.
The entire time I mourned the loss of my fiancée, I never in a million years envisioned my life turning out like this. I was content to understand that I would live a life plagued by fear and pain, never finding the right woman to put me where I needed to be. I never imagined that I would ever be this happy, not in this lifetime anyway. I figured I was given my chance for a beautiful life, but for whatever reason, it was ripped from my grasp and thrown away, in a way that I had no control over. Then there she was, her heart pounding through the pain just like mine, and I knew that she was my end game.
When the sun came up outside of her bedroom window, there was no wincing or rejection on my part. I welcomed the day with open arms, knowing that this day would be better than any of the rest. This day, I would get to start my time with a woman that I loved with all my heart. I no longer had to mope around, feeling the loss of another relationship, feeling powerless to stop the guilt and anger from seeping back into my body. I leaned forward and began to kiss Elana’s face, moving my lips gently over her bright face until she groaned lightly and smiled.
She tilted her head up, and I pressed my lips against hers, feeling her arms wrap around my neck. My cock twitched beneath me, feeling the softness of her naked body next to it. Our mouths passionately moved over one another, the heat beginning to rise. I pulled back and breathed deeply, trying to get myself under control before things heated up too much.
“Come on,” I whispered, sitting up and reaching out my hand.
She smiled and pulled herself off the bed, grabbing my button-up shirt from the dresser and putting it on after pulling her panties back up. She looked absolutely amazing in my shirt, and I was almost left rendered unable to move. Still, it was time to make breakfast, something that I loved watching her do. Only this time, I planned on helping her. She smiled as she walked in front of me, her long black tresses bouncing around as she walked down the hall, her arm stretched out behind her, holding my hand. It was a vision that I would keep in my mind forever, just the way she looked right at that moment. There was no fear or anxiety, just absolute bliss, knowing I was there with her and we were facing the day together.
We went downstairs and cranked up the heat in the house, feeling how cold it must have gotten overnight. Neither of us had noticed since our bodies were intertwined, wrapped around each other beneath the covers. We pulled out all the ingredients for a large pancake and egg breakfast and began to cook, side by side. As she pranced around the room, she would stop momentarily to kiss my lips sweetly, holding her hands to my face and closing her eyes deeply, feeling every emotion wiped across my lips. She grabbed a bowl and slapped my butt as she walked past, giggling loudly and looking over at me. I smiled and shook my head, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her close to me. I kissed her hard and pulled away, looking deep into her eyes.
“I love you,” I said without hesitation.
“I love you, too,” she said, smiling big.
“This is h
ow I want to start every day of our lives together.” I smiled.
“Okay, but you’re doing the dishes,” she replied with a kiss on my nose and a laugh as she turned and began to lay the bacon in the pan.
I watched her, feeling enough happiness in my heart that I thought it might burst. I had gotten everything that I could have ever wanted. I had everything that I would ever need in life. And the funny part was, she was right under my nose the entire time.
Epilogue
Three Years Later
Elana
It was funny how one’s perspective could change, depending on the shape of their life, who they encountered, and where their plans lead them. When all the guilt, anxiety, and fear was stripped away, the things that bothered you before sometimes became some of the most exciting things in your life. Case in point: today was the day that the crowds descended onto campus, decked out in their favorite collegiate football gear, ready for an exciting day in the stands. It just so happened that on this day, we would also be part of this surge of bodies, rallying together to support the home team.
Our lives had changed drastically over the last three years, but they were changes that dreams were made of. As I stood in the nursery, surrounded by the decked-out room filled with sporting memorabilia and of course, done in University of Wisconsin colors, I smiled, looking down at my adorable little boy. I tickled his belly as I pulled a Badger outfit over his head, securing it and then buttoning the rest between his legs before pulling on the matching pants. He one-and-a-half already; I just couldn’t believe how fast time flew by. It felt like only yesterday Ollie was telling me just how much he loved me, cooking breakfast in the kitchen at my old house. Now, we had moved into a larger place, with a yard and play area for Sebastian, and our lives were so blissfully normal.
I laughed, looking down at my boy, watching him squirm and giggle beneath me. He wanted to stay at home and play, not understanding the significance of this day for his daddy. I picked him up and sat down on the floor with him between my legs, needing a bit more room for this wiggle worm. It definitely took patience getting a one-and-a-half-year-old dressed, but today was a special day, and I had his outfit made just for the occasion. After several minutes of fighting him to let me finish buttoning and snapping, I pulled my hands away, giggling at the finished project. The hassle had definitely been worth it in the end.
“What do you think?” Ollie asked, appearing in the doorway.
I smiled and laughed, shaking my head at the outfit that now matched his son’s perfectly. Sebastian cooed and giggled on the floor, pointing up at Ollie and repeating, “Dada” over and over again. Ollie’s eyes widened with excitement at Sebastian lying on the floor looking up at him. He walked over smiling big, picking him up off the floor, and holding him high over his head.
“You, sir, look better than I do in this getup.” He laughed. “We’ll have to keep Mommy busy when the ladies swarm us later.”
I laughed loudly, sitting on the floor and watching with fondness as he swung him around slowly, holding him under the arms and making plane noises as he turned. Ollie was obviously excited, and for a good reason. He and I were taking our son to his first ever football game. He had been way too young to brave the cold Wisconsin fall during the last season, but this year, he would get to see it all from his father’s lap. Mike had found out we were going to take Bastian, as I called him, to his first game and surprised us with box tickets, so he could see all the action without getting a beer spilled on his little head. Mike and his family had actually become very good family friends, and we had cookouts with them pretty much the entire summer. We were actually planning a big family and friend Thanksgiving together at my mom’s this year. As could be expected, my mother was already planning for it, so excited to have such life circulating through the house again.
As I sat there watching Ollie play with Bastian, I smiled widely. In the place in my chest where I used to feel a gaping hole, there was now the chitter chatter and cooing of my little boy. In my heart, where I thought it would never be whole again, I felt the warmth of Ollie’s smile. I was so supremely happy at how our lives had turned out. It was better than any daydream I had as a young college student looking up at the ceiling, thinking about Ollie.
These last few years weren’t without trial, but not one bit of that trial was between Ollie and me. In fact, every trial and tribulation that we had faced, we had done it together, holding hands, and facing these things head on with each other’s support. When I used to think of the kind of relationship I wanted, it seemed so impossible, so far away. When Ollie came into my life for good, I realized that I was aiming low, and that real relationships like Ollie and I had were even better than anything I could have dreamed up in my head. The dedication and tough work to keep a relationship alive for most couples was just a daily occurrence for Ollie and me. We had become two peas in a pod, thinking similarly, making the same jokes at the same time, and of course, me still beating the pants off him at putt-putt. I was pretty sure that he had been my servant for at least half of the three years that we had been together, but he just wouldn’t give up on trying to win the game. Part of me really thought he just enjoyed being my servant. My heart beamed all the time, and even in the hard moments, he brought me warmth and comfort that I could never imagine getting anywhere else.
When our pod started to expand, it was the most exciting time of our life yet. I didn’t think I could love anyone as much as I loved Ollie, but when Sebastian was born, sporting his father’s grin and my scrunched-up nose when he laughed, my heart nearly exploded. I could still remember the day that I told him I was pregnant. It had been a warm spring day, and I had gone to the doctor to get a check-up. I had come to the time in my pills where I was supposed to start a new pack but never got a period. I hadn’t really thought anything of it, and then he gave me the news. I was completely floored and went right home, preparing a present that would give Ollie the news. Ollie just embraced me tightly, unable to speak, tears filling his eyes. When Sebastian came, I watched as Ollie transformed from being the perfect husband and perfect partner into the perfect dad. I was pretty sure no one could love someone as much as he loved Sebastian.
I could see the shimmer in Ollie’s eyes the first time he held his son, and he loved him even before that. He spent hours a day just sitting next to me talking to my belly, reading stories, reading the latest football news, and telling him just how excited he was to know he was going to be with us soon. After that, it was all history, and Sebastian and his father had been inseparable. When he woke up at night, Ollie was the first person at his crib to calm him, help feed him, or just sit there for support. There was never a back and forth agreement. Sharing the load, we both took every moment we could to show that little boy how much we loved him.
There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t thank fate for helping me work past my doubts and put my faith in Ollie. Sure, it was scary at first, having been through so much, but it was almost instantaneous once I had given in to the idea that Ollie truly loved me that we became best friends again. Ollie made it really easy for me to trust him, be there for him, and walk beside him as a team. He was caring, committed, and always present, even when he was exhausted. I had worried that being parents would separate our bond a bit, forcing each other to take our stresses out on the other person, but that never happened, not even once. We knew that we were once again in the same boat, so we leaned on each other for strength.
Lillie was still very much a big part of our lives. With all the history we had together, it was impossible for her not to be. Now, though, instead of spiraling out of control and allowing the ghost of Lillie to rule our lives and our decisions, we focused on the good memories, telling stories, laughing, and moving through the grief in a happy and healthy way. I knew she was looking down on me from her happy place, or wherever we go from here, and I know that Sebastian was watched over by her as well. It was a much better way for her ghost to be involved than the torture we
brought onto ourselves.
From the moment I let Ollie back into my life, he had done everything he could to show me that our relationship was unique. He wanted me to never doubt his allegiance or love for me as a person ever again. When it came down to it, when I had given my heart to him, I realized that the doubt I felt before had quickly slipped away, leaving me free to love Ollie with no fears or apprehension. I never doubted his love for me ever again. That strength brought a clarity to our lives that was hard to explain. It was like all the anxiety, and all the fear just floated away, like the dark spaces that had gone when Lillie’s ghost slipped into the mist. We had no reason to wish for it back, and we were so much more in love because of that.
“You ready?” Ollie walked over and helped me up off the floor.
“I am,” I said, smiling at Sebastian. “Let’s grab our coats. It’s going to be a cold one.”
We pulled on our jackets and the matching jacket for Sebastian and headed out the door together. We joined the crowd in red, white, and black, walking down the street laughing, talking, and enjoying the excitement that they all shared for the upcoming game. Sebastian laughed and pointed, and the different people covered in paint or dressed as the mascot just looked at him and smiled. His heart was contagious, and every time Sebastian lit up, I could see a little bit of Lillie shining through.
