by Ali Parker
“Elon, I owe you an apology,” she said. “When you paid for my mother’s life support, you were truly doing something you thought was in my best interest. You were trying to do something nice for me, and I reacted by chewing your head off and running away from you. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. It was a reaction you didn’t cause, but it was my own inner insecurities. I wish I’d realized that then, but I didn’t, so I figured it was better late than never.”
I just stared at her, listening to her talking, seeing the sadness in her eyes. I stood up and slowly walked toward her as she continued. She wasn’t even looking at me. She was just overflowing with emotions and thoughts. I had never seen her like that before, and it made me think she really did care about me after all.
“I can be so stubborn sometimes,” she said with a nervous chuckle. “Always thinking about everyone else but me, never wanting to take any help from anyone. It’s almost ingrained in me I think, having done all of this on my own for so long.”
She looked up at me as I approached, and though I felt there was so much to say, in that moment, there was something even better to show her how I felt. I grabbed her arms and pulled her toward me, answering her with a deep, passionate kiss. She melted into my hands, immediately relaxing into the kiss, a small whimper coming from her throat. It was the perfect moment, something I never thought would actually happen again. I pulled back from her and watched as she slowly opened her eyes, a smile moving across her lips.
“What do you say that we get out of here and go get some dinner together?”
“That sounds perfect,” she cooed.
“Good.” I smiled, kissing her forehead and then grabbing my suit jacket.
We walked out of the office and down the hall, staring at each other and smiling with excitement. We looked like two teenagers running away, finally able to be together. I could feel the electricity moving through me. We got to the elevators and stood there waiting for the doors to open.
“Hey, wait,” Dalton said, running up to us with a smile.
“Dalton,” she said. “I almost forgot. Would you mind …?”
“I’ve got Mikey,” he said. “I’ll stay the night at your house so the two of you can go have some fun without time restrictions.”
“Thank you,” she said, giving him a huge hug. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he whispered to her, looking up at me and winking.
I shook his hand and smiled, feeling my emotions almost flowing over. It was the first time in a while that I felt hopeful, like I had finally gotten through to Amanda, and I couldn’t wait to make that bond even stronger. I took her hand as the doors slid open and we stepped inside the elevator. She stood close to me as the elevator went down, and part of me wanted to take her straight to my house and make love to her, but I knew this dinner was going to be important. We needed time to talk, to know exactly where we stood with each other.
We took the car down to a small restaurant with intimate seating. The hostess showed us to a table by the window, and I smiled, sitting down across from Amanda. I ordered a bottle of wine and put my hands out, taking hers into mine.
“I have to say I didn’t think you were going to come back today,” I said. “It killed me when you never got off that elevator.”
“I tried to be true to my word, to go to this new job, and at least give it a shot,” she said.
“And?”
“And it was horrible.” She chuckled. “They’re like robots, putting out these ads that are templates, virtual copies of the one before. They work on eight to ten projects at once, and my job was to try to push them to create more than that. The ad manager at Truitt is a creative job, but this one was all about the numbers. The people there were so fakely happy, I wondered if they had been brainwashed.”
“Probably.” I chuckled. “Theo is into that mind over matter, touchy-feely, you can overcome anything with the power of your brain stuff. He probably did a hypnotizing session with all of them.”
“You know, that really wouldn’t surprise me.” She laughed, sitting back and putting her hands in her lap. “But being there made me realize something. It made me realize that being with you was what I really wanted, no matter what paycheck I was giving up or what job I had. Being with you makes me happy, and I’m ready to allow myself to be happy for once.”
“You deserve, probably more than anyone I have ever met, to be happy,” I said. “And I’m glad I can be the man to help you get there. I want you to start trying to be happy with everything in your life, from your personal life to your professional one. Being happy doesn’t make you selfish. It makes you better at creating a good atmosphere for everyone around you. Haven’t you ever noticed that you’re a better mother and a better friend when you’re happy on the inside?”
“It’s been a while since I felt that, but yes,” she said. “I can definitely tell I’m better at being everything I want to be for others when I’m everything I need to be for myself.”
“And I want to be there for you when you do that.” I smiled.
“I have to warn you, though. I’ve been on my own for a very long time,” she said. “Me giving into leaning on someone else may not be easy for me sometimes. It may be difficult for me to fully throw myself into that life, that understanding that I can trust you to fully be the man I need you to be for us. It isn’t personal, but it’s deep-seated, something I’ve had in me since Mikey’s father left so many years ago.”
“I understand that.” I smiled. “And I want you to know that you have me, and it’s going to take you a hell of a lot to shake me. I am here for you, and I will push you to break through those boundaries. I’m not going anywhere, and I want to be there for you and for Mikey long-term, no matter what life throws at us.”
“Good, because sometimes I need a swift kick in the ass.” She laughed.
“Me, too, trust me. Me too,” I groaned. “I’m going to have to send Dalton a present for helping me get myself in front of you.”
“I know, right?” She laughed. “He will forever take credit for our relationship.”
“That’s fine with me.” I chuckled. “He was the backbone of it all.”
“So was my son, oddly enough,” she said. “He is so wise for his age. I swear he’s an old man in a little man’s body.”
“He’s smart like his momma, only he hasn’t been tainted by life.” I smiled. “How is everything else, with your mother and such?”
“The same,” she sighed. “I’ve been so busy with everything else, I haven’t really put a lot of thought into it for the past few days. I needed a break. Making that decision is life altering for me and for her, and thinking about it was making my head spin. I just need to breathe, you know? Get things in my life straight so I’m in a place to make a good conscious choice on the matter.”
“I completely understand.”
The waitress came up with our food, and we changed the subject to lighter things, laughing and talking like the last time we had been out to dinner. Things this time were different, though, almost better because we knew each other’s faults. We were committed, and there was no question how we felt about each other. When dinner was over, we decided to go back to my place for a drink. I wasn’t sure if she was going to stay, but I didn’t ask, I just enjoyed having her there with me. I went into the kitchen to pull out a bottle of dessert wine and poured us each a glass. I walked over to where she was standing, looking out over the city.
“I missed this view.” She smiled. “I looked out my window the other day, but all I saw was someone’s laundry out to dry and the old man across the street walking around with his shirt off.”
“Sexy.” I laughed.
“I’d much rather see you with your shirt off.” She smiled, glancing over at me.
“Oh, yeah?” I chuckled. “I think that can be arranged.”
She turned and took my glass from my hands, pushing her body against mine. She pressed her lips in close and sucked my bottom l
ip into her mouth. I groaned, feeling my cock instantly harden at just the thought of her mouth wrapped around it. Her hands ran down my sides as she opened her mouth and took in my tongue. She gripped tightly to my sides, our breathing intensifying as the lust between us began to ignite. I set the glasses down on the table and grabbed her, pulling her into me hard and swirling my mouth over hers. The smell of her perfume and the taste of her skin was intoxicating, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
As the sun dipped down below the buildings, I took Amanda in my arms, ready to show her how happy I was to have her back.
Chapter 58
Amanda
The whole situation was unbelievable, the fact that I had the guts to go to him, that he forgave me as easily as he did, that we picked up right where we had left off, and that I was now standing in his apartment, my mouth pressed to his. My life was never that lucky, ever, but it seemed like the universe wanted us together. There was a pull like magnets between the two of us, and I was so tired of fighting it. I whimpered into his mouth as he reached around and unzipped my dress, pulling it from my shoulders and dropping it to the floor. I stepped back and tore at his shirt, pulling it off and running my hands down his hard, tan chest. I bit my lip, standing there in my matching white lace panties and bra, watching his eyes move over me.
I could feel the lust in my chest deepening, and I reached back and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts bounce free. He grabbed them with both hands and massaged them while I pulled his belt open and his zipper down. He kicked off his shoes and socks as I dropped his pants to the ground, watching his huge bulge pulsating beneath his black boxer briefs. I walked forward slowly and pressed my mouth to his, kissing his seductively before grabbing his wrist and leading him over to the couch. I pulled his boxers down and pushed down on his shoulders, lowering him to the cushion. I smiled seductively as I kneeled down in front of him and spread his knees apart.
I grabbed his cock with my hand and stroked it up and down, licking my lips and staring him in the eyes. He leaned back and watched my mouth cover his tip, my tongue swirling around it. Slowly, I lowered my head down, pulling his huge cock into my throat. I groaned as I opened up, deep throating him to the base. I could hear him groan loudly as I moved back up, sucking lightly all the way to the top. I did it again, only this time faster, moving up and down his dick until I was bobbing up and down with eagerness. He gripped my hair and sped up the pace, holding me at the bottom for a moment before slowly lifting me back up. I looked over his hand and into his eyes, smiling with a mouthful of his cock.
He stood up in front of me and grabbed his shaft, guiding me back down. I reached up and cradled his balls in my hand, massaging them gently in my palm. I could feel his body tensing and relaxing every time I went down and came back up for air. After a few minutes, he reached down and lifted me up, picking me up into his arms and carrying me to the bedroom. Once inside, he shut the door and set me down, biting his lip as he stared at my ass.
“Play with yourself,” he whispered. “I want to watch you come.”
I smiled and climbed up onto the bed, situating myself on the pillows. I pulled my panties off and tossed them to the side, spreading my legs wide and looking up at him. I slid my hands over my breasts and tilted my head against the headboard, closing my eyes and twisting my nipples in my fingers. Slowly, I moved my hands down until they were just above my pussy. He climbed onto the bed and sat up on his knees, rubbing his cock through his grip. I bit my lip and pulled my lips apart with one hand and slid the other down through my folds. I moaned, feeling the warmth of my bulging, pink pussy as my hand pressed down against my clit. I rubbed circles around it, moaning loudly, the fire beginning to ignite in my belly.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “You like that?”
“Mhmm,” I groaned, pulling my other hand down and pushing two fingers inside myself.
I gasped, feeling the juices running over my fingertips, my pussy pulling them deeper inside me. I leaned back and rubbed my clit faster and harder, fingering myself with fever as I drew closer and closer to orgasm. I opened my eyes, watching him jacking his cock and felt the arousal intensify. I began to move my hips like a wave, groaning loudly as electricity shot through my chest. I pushed my fingers deep inside and screamed out, breathing heavily as the orgasm exploded inside of me.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, watching my body shake as I came hard. “I want to taste you.”
He let go of his dick and lay down in front of me, pulling himself up to my pussy. He leaned forward and ran his tongue through my juices and over my throbbing clit. I shivered and moaned, feeling the pleasure mix with the electricity shooting into my stomach. He reached up and pulled my pussy open, diving his face down and opening his mouth. He caressed my mound with his lips, gently lapping at my skin as I quivered beneath him. He moved slowly and with purpose, giving me time to recover from the first orgasm. When I was relaxed again, though, he moved faster and harder, pushing two fingers back inside me and ravaging my body with his mouth. I screamed out, the pleasure once again building, wanting so badly for him to fuck me.
He smiled, looking up at me as I lifted my body up and then back down again, putting my hand over his head and pushing my hips up into him. He groaned into my clit, vibrations swirling in my stomach. I breathed deeply, trying to gain control of myself.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Please, fuck me.”
“Yeah?” he said with a smirk, lifting his head and moving toward me.
He spread my legs wide open and pulled them up over his shoulders, grabbing his shaft and rubbing it up and down through my mound. I groaned, writhing in the bed as he lowered it down and thrust his hips forward, pushing deep inside. I grabbed the sheets on the bed and gripped them tightly as he held my waist and pushed in and out of me. I could feel every inch of his big, thick cock as it slid through my body, pushing the ecstasy further and further to the surface. I screamed out as he moved faster, slapping his body against mine, my clit tingling with anticipation.
I had missed being with him, feeling him inside of me. I had missed the closeness of both of us and the fact that I could let go and just be with him. Sure, I had thought about the sex in-between, but I hadn’t imagined it would be anywhere close to this good. I could barely control myself as he pumped his hips, his eyes dark with lust. His fingers dug into my skin as he fucked me, filling me and then pulling back out again. I reached up and ran my hands over his chest, watching as he pulled my legs down and leaned over me. He kissed my lips as he gently pushed and pulled, barely moving but connecting with everything inside of me.
I bit down on his bottom lip and smirked, starting that fire all over again. He chuckled and pulled out, sitting up and flipping me over on my stomach. I pulled myself up on all fours and gripped the metal bars of the bed, waiting to feel him inside me again. He gripped down on both ass cheeks before slapping them with his hands. I moaned, the pleasure mixing with the pain, and then screamed out as he slammed his dick through my juices. I spread my knees farther and lowered my head closer to the bed, arching my back and stabilizing myself.
He held onto my waist and began to fuck me, first slowly, and then picking up the pace. I gripped tightly to the posts, feeling my body jolting forward with every push. I gritted my teeth and breathed heavily as the mattress squeaked below our bodies. He growled from the sounds, slamming into me over and over until the sound of my moans and the sound of his body slapping against mine filled the room like a chorus. I let go of the headboard with one hand and reached back through my legs, letting his balls rub against my fingertips as they swung wildly back and forth. He grunted loudly, and with every thrust, turned me on more and more. I put my other hand down on the bed and turned my head, watching him thrust over and over again. When his eyes met mine, he groaned, pulling me backward and sitting down on his butt.
I straddled him backward, sitting up and holding my hands tightly against his thighs. I moved my hips in a circle, grinding down against him and
crying out in pleasure. He gripped my hips with his hands and helped me rotate, pulling me closer to climax. I dug my fingernails into his legs as he began to lift me up and down, my body sliding along the length of his shaft. I threw my head back in ecstasy, feeling the pleasure begin to overwhelm me completely. He lifted me halfway up his shaft and held me there as he pumped his hips up and down.
“Yes,” I screamed, grabbing my tits and throwing my head back.
With the sound of my voice, he pumped faster, over and over again, his breathing almost frantic at that point. As the fire exploded in my belly, I leaned my head back and gasped for air. My hands gripped down on my tits, and my orgasm took over. I could feel my body shuddering, my pussy clamping firmly down on his shaft as my juices flowed over him like a waterfall. He growled, bobbing me up and down so fast, I could barely control myself. He pushed me down hard onto him and held me there for a moment before pulling me off and grabbing his shaft. I leaned forward, gripping his ankles, feeling his cock rubbing up and down my ass. He growled and squeezed his shaft, his hot seed spraying up my back. I whimpered, sensing the ecstasy running through his body as he pulsed the last bit out and then collapsed backward.
I crawled off of him and collapsed onto my stomach, breathing heavily. He pulled himself from the bed and grabbed a towel, cleaning me off and tossing it to the side. He laid down next to me, our feet at the head of the bed. I turned my cheek and stared deeply into his eyes, laughing through the breathlessness. He smiled and kissed my forehead, shaking his head.
“That was unbelievable.” I chuckled.
“It was amazing.” He smiled.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” I asked. “A life with me, with my son, pulling through these tough times, knowing there are more ahead?”
He stared into my eyes but didn’t say a word. His fingers brushed across my cheek, and he leaned forward, answering me with a kiss. I smiled and pulled myself up into his arms, laying my head on his chest and listening to his heart beating. It was obvious to me now that Elon loved me, that he really, truly loved me. The feeling was indescribable, like everything I had done, wished for, and wanted had all culminated into that one moment in time. I had never had a man love me like this, nor had I thought it was ever even possible. I had been wrong, though. I was starting to get everything I wanted in life, and I wasn’t about to let my mind ruin that for me.
