by Kaia Bennett
Gia tried to be as caring as possible as she slid his black jeans and underwear down his bruised hips, laying a gentle kiss there, too. Her lips were tickled by the light hairs on his leanly muscled thighs as she slipped his clothes all the way off. She rested her head against him for a moment, her eyes lingering over the hard column of flesh that filled her so wonderfully. It was just another thing that she loved about him, as beautiful as his smile, as those slanted green eyes, as his voice which always had the power to make her shiver.
She kissed the already tight orbs of flesh beneath his fully raised cock, letting her tongue snake out to taste him, titling her head as she sucked one and then the other into her mouth. His groan reverberated in her ears, and his thighs trembled as she ran her hands up and down the muscles flexing there. She licked long and hard all the way up his shaft, flicking her tongue just under the sensitive head of his cock, reverently tasting the tender flesh there. It wasn’t a teasing touch of her tongue, but a loving one, her mouth wanting to revisit and commit to memory every beautiful inch of him.
Flynn released a sharp breath, licking his lips as he watched her look into his eyes. He didn’t know how she did it, how she could turn this act into something as tender as a kiss, but when she pressed her lips to the head of his pulsing cock and kissed it, he felt the love she had for him. The hands sliding up and down his thighs now moved up to caress the tightened flesh of his balls, the silky hardness of his dick. Her fingers were so soft as she gripped him, her mouth wet and tender as she sucked the reddish purple tip into her mouth. He jerked against her, involuntarily lifting his hips towards her mouth.
He winced at the dull ache on his right side, but it was soon forgotten as she sucked more of his firm length into her mouth. The sound of her suckling him, the feel of her mouth engulfing him in its tight, wet warmth made his breath catch. His eyes were narrowing, hooded with lust as he tried to keep them open and watch her mouth work over him.
Gia’s hands slid up his waist, wrapping around to cup his firm ass as she slid her mouth further down his cock, opening her throat so that it could open and close over the head. Her tongued flitted back and forth over him and his ass tensed in her hands as she slid her mouth faster and faster over his cock. His hands were fisted in her hair; the sound of his groans, of his whispered curses and stuttering breaths, vibrated through his body and into her mouth. She moved faster still, bringing one hand around to grip his shaft, feeling that familiar tension, hearing the familiar sound of his breath growing short from an impending climax.
“Stop, stop, ahh fuck, stop, baby!” he gasped, pulling her mouth away with a wet plop.
He pulled her up by her arms pressing her mouth to his before she could protest, before she could think. His arms wrapped around her waist, one hand sliding up her back to fist in her hair. He tried to calm down, to keep himself from being rough. But when she wrapped her hands in his hair, he gave into his own hunger.
Her body was warm and soft against his, his cock rubbing wetly against her navel. He reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra with one hand, pulling away just long enough to slip the soft fabric away from her breasts. He groaned when he felt their firm weight pressed hot and soft against his skin, sliding his tongue deeply into her mouth as he pushed her panties down her hips.
He’d barely gotten them down when he dipped his fingers into the liquid fire between her thighs, stroking his fingertips over her in wide probing circles. She moaned and gasped, wrapping her arms tightly around his back.
“Ahh,” he yelled, arching into her as pain seized his back and shoulder.
She pulled away, only touching his back gingerly now. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I forgot…”
He shook his head, inhaling as the pain started to subside, going from sharp stab to dull ache.
He kissed her forehead and said, “It’s okay, baby, it’s not your fault. But we can’t be rough and tumble tonight, okay?”
He felt his gaze melt into hers when she smiled up at him and nodded. “We’ll make up for it later,” she said.
His smile matched hers when she tilted her face up to his and turned him around so that he was sitting on the bed. Her lips only left his for a second as she wiggled out of her panties and kicked them aside. His hands slid over her thighs and the curve of her ass, wrapping around her waist as he gently kissed up her stomach and then each milk chocolate peak on those caramel globes. He looked up into her eyes, marveling at how much he had missed them and how his imagination hadn’t been able to do them justice.
“I missed you,” he whispered stroking his hand over her face.
He swallowed down the lump in his throat as she closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek against his palm. Her lips brushed against it as he slid his fingers down her neck and over the chain of the necklace he had given her.
She reached up and fingered it gently, looking down at the charm and then at him with an apologetic smile. “It really is beautiful. I forgot to say ‘thank you’.”
He smiled and pulled her face down to his as he quipped, “Always so polite.”
She laughed against his lips and gently pushed him onto his back. Slowly, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips as he brought his hands over her thighs. She stroked her fingers over his jaw, over the softness of his mouth, and closed her eyes when she felt the answering press of his lips to her fingertips. She felt the first tremor of anticipation surge through her as she reached down, lifting his cock as she lifted her hips.
Just the feel of the hot tip pressed against her moist entrance was enough to make her groan. She tilted her head back, running her tongue over her lips as she lowered her self inch by inch on to the swollen length of him.
“Yes,” he hissed, lifting his head forward to watch his body join with hers.
She moaned in desperation her hands shaking over his chest and stomach as she settled against his hips. Her lips were parted, her eyes hooded as she started to gently roll her hips over his. Forward and back, grinding over the hard cock nestled within her hot, wet depths. She had to consciously tell herself to go slow, to take her time so that she didn’t hurt him. But, God, it felt so good to be with him again, to feel him deep inside of her, touching her.
Wanting her.
Loving her.
She leaned down, keeping as much of her weight off of him as possible as she lifted and lowered herself over his throbbing cock.
“I missed you too, baby,” she whispered against his lips, “So much, so much…I love you…so much.”
He grasped her face in his hands, those slanted green eyes delving into hers. Their faces were just inches away from each other, not touching, just inhaling the gasps of the other as she writhed over him.
“…never loved…ungh…Gia… never loved anybody…like I love you...not ever, baby…”
She nodded, biting down on her lip as her eyes went glassy with love and the intense pleasure of clenching his cock within her. His voice was swallowed by her hungry mouth, by her moans of pleasure and relief.
“C-Cameron,” she gasped her hips moving faster, a tortured groan escaping her lips.
She stared into his eyes, into that brilliant green. He nodded, telling her silently through clenched teeth and panting breaths he was with her, that he would come with her.
She was gripping the pillow his head was resting on, her slick entrance rising and falling over him frantically. She could hear the soft sound of wet flesh sliding into wet flesh, the rhythmic sounds of the mattress rising and falling under the weight of her hips thrusting over his. She would have sat up to keep her body from erratically pressing into his. But instead he pulled her to him, pressing her tightly to his warm body. She laid her hands gently against his arms, even as her eyes slammed shut against the overwhelming pleasure, and her body rocked harder against him.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped, apologizing for her inability to slow down, to keep from pressing harder and harder into his bruised body.
He answered b
y pressing her even tighter to him, by whispering through gritted teeth, "Tighter, baby…hold tighter.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she gasped arching her hips faster into him, feeling waves of pleasure lapping over her body as her orgasm started to build.
“Tighter…please…”
She closed her eyes, tilted her lips into the crook of his neck, kissing and licking at the salt of his skin, nipping at the silver earrings lining his ear as she hooked her arms under his shoulders and pulled him tightly to her.
“Gia—”
His voice died in his throat, replaced by the long primal groan starting in the pit of his stomach and escaping into her ear as his cock throbbed deep within her. His come spiraled upwards into her wet, silky chasm, spraying thickly within her depths as she clenched around him. She was shivering in his arms, relinquishing one moan after another as she ground her hips against his.
Her hands shook, digging into his shoulders. She whispered that she was sorry in between desperate gasps, coming in one long continuous wave after another, clenching and unclenching as he spent all of his energy within her.
Her body drank him in hungrily, feeling the heat of his desire coat and drip down the pulsing walls of her womb. Where his shudders began and hers ended she wasn’t sure. It had always been like this, since that first time all those months ago. She couldn’t tell where he began and she ended. It made her both euphoric and scared as she came back down to earth.
Luca was out of the picture. Flynn loved her. But there was more to contend with. There was L.A., and another year of school. And he was so stubborn, so infuriating. How were they going to make this work?
She lifted her head weakly, pressing her lips to his as the last of their tremors rushed through them. Even now, they still rolled their hips subtly against each other, her pussy pulsing around him, still softly milking him. He was looking up at her, his eyes roving over her face as if he couldn’t believe she was actually there. As if this all could be a beautiful dream. It made her wonder if it was, if this one moment just wasn’t powerful enough to withstand all the other drama waiting for them.
“I promise you,” Flynn whispered, stroking his hands up and down the slick contours of her back. “I’m not going to fuck it up again, Gia. I love you. I’m yours.”
He poured all of his love and need into those words, his jaw clenched against the shivers still coursing through him, and the doubt that still lay in her eyes.
“Do you trust me?”
Her eyes penetrated his, glowing warmly in the dim light, growing glassy with the answer waiting in their depths.
He’d only lied to her once. And she would never lie to him again. She nodded twice. Two firm tilts of her head that conveyed her certainty. The relief and the exhaustion in his eyes made her lean down and touch her lips to his. As gently as possible she lifted herself off of his wilting cock and rolled over to his side. She kissed his shoulder as she pulled the covers over them, covering as much of them as she could without them having to move.
“I’m so tired,” he whispered to no one in particular, his green eyes drifting closed and then snapping open.
He turned his head to the side, looking down at her as much as he could without rolling over onto his side.
“Are you going to be here when I wake up,” he asked, drowsiness already coming to claim him.
He knew that she had to finish moving out early tomorrow, and he didn’t know how long he was going to sleep. It felt like an eternity since he closed his eyes and slept soundly, and he didn’t know if he would wake up to see her go.
“I’ll be here,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss his cheek, and then his lips once more, letting her words touch them gently as he drifted off into sleep.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
One year later…
Gia lifted herself up on her tiptoes, peering over the broad shoulder of a man several feet taller than her. Her eyes were scanning the crowd as much as possible, sweeping over every blond head, every white smile. She found him almost immediately. There was no blond head, and no bright smile as beautiful as his.
“Flynn! Flynn!! Over here!”
As she shuffled through the throng of people waiting for their own loved ones at the airport, Flynn looked in her direction. His jet lag quickly started to dissipate as she finally pushed between two bodies, and ran straight into his arms without pause with a squeal of delight. His smile was broad, green eyes sparkling as he lifted her easily in his arms and kissed her like he hadn’t seen her face in a month of Sundays. He hadn’t, not since spring break when she came to visit him in L.A., so it was a fitting kiss.
Gia wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, drinking in the taste of his mouth and the softness of his lips as he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. It was as if her entire body was breathing a giant sigh of relief. She was overloading with the sensation of having the hard lean muscle of his body pressed against hers, with the weight of those soft shaggy curls running through her fingertips. She realized that she was laughing against his lips and she pulled away looking up into eyes that mirrored her own excitement.
“Hey, baby,” he said, and even those simple words said so close to her skin made her smile widen and her body shiver.
She pulled him even tighter to her, pressing herself as closely as the barrier of clothes and the unwritten rules of public decency would allow, and whispered, “What’s crackin’ Hollywood?”
He laughed, shaking his head so that his forehead rubbed back and forth against hers.
“I thought we discussed that ‘Hollywood’ shit already. Hmm? You don’t call me ‘Hollywood’ and I don’t leave you.”
Reluctantly she pulled away from him so that she could look in his eyes again, giggling softly at how giddy she felt in his arms.
“I missed you, Cameron.”
“Missed you too, Gia,” he whispered pressing his lips to hers for a long hungry moment before pulling away to lift his bag. “Now let’s get the fuck out of here. I’m starving.”
He didn’t have much in the way of baggage. This wasn’t going to be an extended visit. In fact, after Gia’s graduation ceremony and a few get-togethers with friends and family, Gia would be hopping on a plane with Flynn and moving to California.
Her parents hadn’t been particularly thrilled about that idea, but they couldn’t knock the fact that she would be attending grad school at UCLA in the fall either. It was a double edged sword; one she was hoping wouldn’t slice too deep at her graduation party the next day when her immediate family would see Flynn for the first since Christmas break, and most of her extended family would meet him for the first time.
But none of that was too important when she grasped his hand and felt the answering squeeze of his long fingers. He was back, physically with her, and nothing was going to spoil that.
They headed out into the slightly overcast day, discussing where to get something to eat, or whether to just eat at her place. The sun still peaked out through the clouds in certain places, and the day was humid even as it started to drizzle on the way to the car. They stuffed his bag into the trunk and jumped in quickly. Flynn, who was now used to much warmer weather thought it was perfectly cool, but Gia turned up the air conditioner as if they were in the middle of a heat wave and pulled out of the parking lot. It wasn’t long before they were on the highway and making the forty-five minute drive to her off campus apartment.
Flynn couldn’t stop looking at her. It was like this every time he got enough time off work to visit, though more often than not it was her coming to L.A. to see him. For the moment he was between projects at work and waiting for the next production to start up before he was needed on set. That meant mind numbing errands and office work. But it also meant he could take off work to be there for her big day. He couldn’t wait until this weekend was over, and he wished that he could fast forward to the day she walked into his apartment and stayed for good.
His happiness over her moving in with him still surprised him sometimes. It had been a big step forward, especially for him since he never thought he would be living with anyone. But he’d made up his mind a while ago that this long distance shit was coming to an end. He was just glad Gia was on the same page with him. It had been a long year of phone calls and plane rides, of frustration and missing one another, and he was ready for that to be over.
When they were apart he made do. He learned the trade, saved his money, and bided his time until he could start doing what he wanted to with his life. Things were going well and he was determined to keep working hard and make them better. But when he was with her everything just clicked right into place.
It was like a switch had been flipped inside of him, making him both calmer and setting him on fire now that she was actually near him. He didn’t have to get by with just the sound of her voice anymore, or imagine the smile that went with her laugh. He didn’t need to conjure up images of her body or try to remember the way the heat of her skin felt against his. She was in front of him and this time it would stay that way.
His eyes took in the fullness of her lips as she talked excitedly about all the things he’d missed, the way she always did when she was happy to see him. Her eyes were sparkling whenever she turned to him and when she turned back to face the road, her cute upturned nose made him want to leave a kiss there. Her hair was longer, still that deceptively dark brown that shone lighter when the stubborn rays of the sun filtered through the charcoal clouds.
He was running his fingers through her silky strands at that moment, jet lag battling with the need to be close to her. It was getting easier to see which would win when she lost her train of thought and purred lightly, shivering under his touch.
