Don’t Forget to Remember Me

by Kahlen Aymes

  Her head fell back and she moaned. “Uhhhhh…”

  My left hand raked down her back toward her rear and even though I knew I’d find nothing underneath, I was still gasping as my hand wrapped around her bare butt cheek. I pulled her closer, as I placed wet, open-mouth kisses along the curve of her neck. When her hands slid into my hair, her fingers grasping and tugging, I was lost. My lips found hers in a hungry kiss, my tongue never hesitating to bury itself in the warm recesses of her mouth.

  Oh my God. She kissed me back with everything she had, our mouths feasting and sucking on each other like we would never stop. Both of my arms pulled her closer and I could feel the heat coming off of her core and seeping through my sweats.

  “Uhnnnn, God, Julia,” I moaned when she winced slightly. “Baby, we can’t. You’re body isn’t healed enough yet.” My mouth hovered over hers, not wanting to lose the contact. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’s worth the pain, Ryan. Please. I’m…dying.” My breath left me in a rush as her lips reached for mine again. I kissed her back, more softly this time. There was nothing that would make me hurt her. No matter how my body was aching or how much I wanted her.

  Something that sounded like a sob erupted and her hands slid down my chest, massaging the muscles. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this, Ryan. You’re so beautiful.”

  “Julia…you don’t know what you do to me,” I groaned as one of her hands closed around my cock through my sweats. My head dropped to her shoulder as she squeezed and pulled a few times up and down the shaft, moving her thumb across the head when she got to the top. “Stop, I can’t take it,” I begged, but she only repeated the motion. “Ugh…”

  My hands went to the back of her thighs and I lifted her with me as I stood up, stepping over the bench. I released her legs letting her feet touch the floor, but still supported her weight with my arms around her back.

  “Ryan, no…” she pleaded. Her hand came up to cup my cheek. “No…please.” She shook her head frantically.

  “Julia, you’re ribs will hurt if we make love. You won’t be able to take the thrusts without pain.” I buried my face in her neck as I spoke. “Dear God,” I groaned.

  I sank back down on the bench in front of her and ran my hands up the sides of her body under my shirt. I didn’t unbutton it further because the site of her nakedness would drive me insane. My thumbs brushed against both of her taut nipples and she gasped. I kissed her breastbone and dragged my mouth toward her right breast and nipped at the nipple through the fabric.

  “Ryan, God…It’s torture.”

  I turned her gently so her back was to me and let my hands continue to roam her body, drifting down over her concave stomach, and the soft curls at the top of her sex. My body was so hard it hurt, the skin covering my dick so taut, I thought it would split open. I groaned and let my head fall forward until it rested on her back, just under her shoulder. It was a blissful, aching torture that I never wanted to end.

  My hands closed around her hipbones and I urged her backward. “Babe, sit on my lap.” As she did as I asked, my arms wrapped around her and I turned my face into her neck. “I’m going to touch you but try not to move too much…I want this to be all about pleasure. Please be still.”

  My hands slid down her thighs to her knees and I pressed them open, bringing my hands back up on the insides, over the velvet skin. I could feel her trembling and I almost died. “Oh, baby…I’ve missed touching you like this.” The words ripped from my chest in a guttural groan, but I couldn’t stop them. I moved my legs apart and with hers draped over mine, it spread her open for me. She leaned back against my chest and dropped her head to the curve of my neck in anticipation.

  Her breath hitched as my hands resumed their roaming, over her torso, one hand moving up to her breast to tug and tease the hard little nipple and the other sliding down over her stomach and further still.

  The moist heat between her legs was telling and I groaned against her, kissing her neck with my open mouth, sucking on her skin while I let my fingers part her sensitive flesh. She gasped as I dipped my middle finger inside her to bring some of the slickness up to the place aching for my touch, and started a slow pulsing rhythm.

  “Uhhhh…” she breathed. Her back arched and I felt her wince.

  “Julia, I’ll pleasure you…I’ll make you come, but be still or I’ll stop. I won’t let this hurt you.” I hardly recognized my own voice. It was low and animalistic. Telling the woman I loved more than life that I was going to make her come did amazing things to me.

  She turned her face toward mine as my fingers worked on her, slowly; her breathing deepened and her hands clutched at her sides. I never wanted to stop touching her. I wanted this to go on forever and I could feel how sensitive she was, gasping each time my finger moved. I slowed my pace, wanting to build slowly, to make it amazing when I finally allowed her over the edge.

  I closed my eyes and let my fingers work on her breasts and her sex. Listening to her moans and pants, I felt like I could orgasm without her even touching me. “Julia…do you feel how much you own me?” I moaned against the soft skin of her neck, her pulse beating wildly against my lips. So sweet and alive. “But you’re mine. You own me, but you’ve always been mine.”

  “Ryan…oh,” she cried out and she turned slightly so that we could kiss. Her mouth was frantic underneath mine as I sucked her tongue into my mouth. My hand closed around her breast and I squeezed gently, her pebble hard nipple and the wetness on my fingers of my other hand; beautiful evidence of what I could do to her. My heart swelled, bursting with love and pride that this magnificent creature belonged to me. Even if she couldn’t remember our past, she was mine and I wanted her to know it.

  I pushed two fingers inside of her and I felt her clench around me as I moved them in and out of her tight flesh. “Uhhnnn, Ryan, don’t stop…” she begged breathlessly as I searched for the ultra sensitive spot inside her that I knew drove her to distraction, while my other hand moved down to take over where the other left off. She started shaking and her legs trembled.

  “Uh…Ryan, Oh God…” she sobbed into my mouth. Her body started to pulse and she arched into me. She couldn’t help it; her body quaked involuntarily over and over as she came under my hands. I buried my mouth in the back of her neck and breathed her name over and over.

  “That’s it. Yes, Baby…Julia, I want you so much. Everything about you is so damn beautiful.” I slowed the movements of my fingers, lightening the touch but not stopping, the spasms inside her lessening, but not subsiding completely. I kissed the tender skin on her neck again and moved below her ear. I could taste the faintest bit of salty perspiration on my tongue. I licked along the cord of her neck and then opened my lips and sucked, feeling the need to leave marks on her skin. It didn’t matter if anyone else saw it. She’d know it was there, that I was marking her as mine. “I want…I want to mark you.”

  “Anything you want,” she gasped out, her body still jerking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I sucked on the skin at the back of her neck hard and then soft. I alternated like that for a minute or two and I raised my head to try to see in the darkness of the room. The flesh was purple in a small spot on the back of her neck.

  “I’m sorry, honey, but you make me want things that no one else ever has.”

  “I want to touch you,” she whispered. “Ryan, please.”

  I stood up and put her feet on the floor, and ran my hands down her arms. She turned and lifted up on tiptoe, her hands resting on my chest. I raised my hand to the side of her face, my thumb tilting her face to mine and my fingers curled around the back of her head, I bent to kiss her again. We were hungry. For me, it was the agony of almost losing her and the weeks of being near her without being able to be with her as I longed to do. I lessened the pressure of my mouth and tried to move away slightly, but her lips clung to mine, sucking my lower lip in between the two of hers. I kept my eyes closed as my breath hitched.

  “Julia
, let’s lie down. You need to rest.” I led her to the bed and threw back the covers. “Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”

  She slid in between the cool sheets and grabbed my hand. “Please, don’t leave.”

  I wanted every second with her, so I let her pull me down. My body was still aching, but I struggled to get it under control.

  “I want to make you feel good, too,” she whispered. “You’re so incredible. You know just how to touch me.”

  I rolled onto my side toward her and propped my head up on my hand. “Yes,” was all I said, my eyes searching her flushed face. Even in the dark, I could see the heightened color on her cheeks. I reached out and touched the tip of one still taut breast with a fingertip.

  “You’ve had a lot of practice.” It wasn’t a question. “Touching me, I mean.”

  I watched the path my hand was running down her body and up again, sliding in the opening of the shirt and cupping her bare breast. “A little bit,” I admitted softly, seriously, as my eyes flashed up to hers.

  “Ryan, why wouldn’t you tell me that we were this kind of close?”

  I couldn’t tell her the whole truth. I couldn’t tell her that the loss of the baby was going to hurt like hell. I wanted to spare her the pain.

  “I wanted you to remember me, to remember us…and I didn’t want to scare you.” My thumb brushed back and forth on her nipple and my body quickened again. “It just seemed important. It still does.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m trying. I want to remember.”

  “I know. I don’t want to lose all the beautiful memories between us.” My voice deepened. “It makes me sad, but don’t be sorry, baby. It will come back in time.”

  I leaned my head against hers and nuzzled the side of her face. I wanted to distract her. Plus, I couldn’t help myself anyway. I slid my hand down and resumed the slow movements I’d started on the piano bench. She was still wet, and her orgasm had made it even more pronounced. I watched her face as the feelings deep within her began to stir again as we lay there in silence, my fingers moving slowly, gently over and over.

  Julia’s eyes burned into mine. My eyes dropped to her pouty little mouth and I wanted to taste her. I brought my fingers up and sucked them into my mouth. She gasped and I groaned.

  “Uhnngg…Julia, you’re so sweet. You are the most delicious thing that I’ve ever tasted.” My throat got tight and I tried to swallow the lump of emotion rising there. The love was overwhelming and I hardly knew how to save myself. “I want more. I want you to come in my mouth, Julia.”

  “Ryan, I…”

  “Shhhh…don’t talk. Just let me…” I moved and lifted her further up the bed and bent to kiss her mouth softly, licking at her top lip before I sucked it in between both of mine. “Let me,” I whispered against her mouth. “I want to hear every breath you take, every moan…every little mewling sound that you make deep in your throat, Julia. It makes me so hard, I swear I’ll burst.”

  I parted her legs with my knee and moved lower, looking into her eyes. I pushed the tails of the shirt up until she was naked from the waist down and then gently pushed her legs apart so I could gaze down on the treasure I was seeking. I could already smell her arousal. “Julia…Jesus! You turn me on so much.” I bent to kiss her stomach below her navel and the muscles of her stomach tensed as I lay down between her legs and started kissing the inside of her thighs with a wet mouth. “Relax, baby. I already know how good you taste and I want it so damn bad. I want every single drop.”

  “Oh, God…” she gasped.

  “Please try not to move, my love.”

  “I can’t, Ryan. It’s impossible,” she breathed as she turned her head to one side.

  Her hand wound in my hair and the other reached toward me on the top of the mattress. I took it and laced my fingers through hers. I laid my free hand on the flat of her stomach above her pubic bone and bent my head toward the delicious flesh I craved.

  Automatically, her legs fell wider, allowing me better access and she involuntarily moved her hips so she rubbed against my mouth. It was extremely hot and made me harder than steel. I found my own hips moving against the edge of the bed in unison with hers as I suckled her sweetness, until I was moaning against her. Even though I’d told her not to move, it drove me insane. I was starving and she tasted so good. I told myself to go slow but I was so aroused by what was happening, I wasn’t in complete control. Feeling her silken nub throb on my tongue, hearing her little pants as she got closer to the edge, and the friction of my cock against the bed, I knew I would come right along with her.

  I moved lower so I could thrust my tongue into her and then laved up in long strokes. Her trembling and clenching around my tongue drove me over the edge. “Julia…come for me baby,” I groaned against her sensitive flesh as I came hard myself. It had been so long and I was so hot for her that wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed me. I shot off in a series of powerful spurts, all the while continuing to lick and suck on her. “Uhnnnn, Ugh…”

  “Uh…Uh…Uh…Ryan,” she moaned softly and her hand that was still holding mine tightened and her body arched violently as her orgasm overtook her. “Uhhhhhh…” she breathed. “Uhhhhh…”

  I turned my head and kissed the inside of her thigh with my open mouth as her body still jerked with the aftershocks of her pleasure.

  “You drive me insane. Julia, I love you. I love you more than anything in the whole world, do you hear me? I know I’m not supposed to tell you, but I can’t fucking help myself after that.”

  She pulled on our entwined hands, silently asking me to move up toward her. The front of my sweats was soaked with my own cum. I wasn’t embarrassed about it and crawled up over her on my hands and knees, careful not to press the mess into her. Her hands closed around the sides of my face as she looked into my eyes. Her eyes were dark with desire and an expression of languid satisfaction relaxed her features. “You’re so gorgeous. I never want to look at anything else for the rest of my life,” I said softly.

  “Ryan…I can’t believe you’re real. You’re so perfect.” Her mouth reached for mine and I had no desire to deny her. My mouth closed over hers in a series of hungry kisses. Our mouths were perfect mirrors as we alternately sucked on each other’s tongues, tilting our heads so we could delve deeper into each other’s mouths. “I love you, too,” she finally whispered as I placed one last kiss on her mouth. “I do.”

  I pulled back and stared into her eyes, brushing her hair back as my heart did somersaults inside my chest. Did she remember?

  I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes, as we both struggled to get our breathing under control. “I’ve missed you so much. Being near you and not touching you has been living hell.”

  “I wish my ribs didn’t hurt anymore. I want to feel you inside me,” she moaned sensuously against my mouth.

  “Oh baby…” She would be my undoing. “I do, too. There is nothing I want more.” I moved to lie next to her and propped myself up on one arm to look down on her. Her hands moved to pull my shirt back down over her nakedness. “Are you cold?” I sat up enough to reach for the covers and pull them up over her.

  She shook her head. “No, I just wish…” her sparkling eyes held mine captive as I lay back down beside her.

  “What do you wish, honey?” I asked, reaching out to bring her hand to my mouth. “Tell me.”

  “That I could make you feel good, too.”

  “Baby, stop. The way you moved against my mouth was so hot.”

  “I couldn’t help it. It felt so good.” I could practically hear the blush in her voice.

  I smiled gently, running a finger along the line of her jaw. “It told me that you craved my touch as much as I craved your taste. Oh God…” I breathed. “Julia, I came, okay? You didn’t even have to touch me, and you made me come.” Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “That’s what you do to me. It transcends anything I’ve ever experienced,” I said softly, my voice thick with emotion, and the corners of m
y lips lifted slightly. “In fact, I need to change and clean up the mess.” I bent to kiss her again. “Will you be okay while I do that?”

  Her small hand came up to my jaw and she slid her fingers across it. She didn’t speak, but only nodded.

  “Okay. I’ll be right back.” I moved out of the bed and went into the bathroom to strip off the soiled sweatpants and use a warm washcloth to clean myself up. I went back into the bedroom, and to the dresser to find a new pair of sweats. After I put them on, I stopped as my hand hovered on the top drawer where her bracelet and her engagement ring were hiding in the back. I opened it and pulled the bracelet out, rubbing my thumb over the sparkling diamonds and our two entwined initials.

  I had to get it back on her wrist after the lovemaking we’d just shared. I wanted her to know she was mine and, frankly, I wanted my possession of her out in the open. Moore would get the message, one way or the other. If Julia wearing the bracelet didn’t work, then I’d take great pleasure in beating his arrogant face in. I turned back to the bed and she was lying on her side, her hands were holding the comforter up near her chest and her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and even. Fast asleep.

  I knelt down and carefully replaced the bracelet on her left wrist. Back where it belonged. Satisfaction welled followed by intense love and possessiveness. I bent to kiss her forehead and brush her hair back. It had fallen from the knot at the top of her head during our love play on the bed.

  Julia, you are so beautiful. And you are mine. I closed my eyes and breathed her in. I love you.

  I slid under the covers and pulled her close, snuggling up to her warm little body. She curled into me, her legs tangling unconsciously with mine and her head came to rest on my chest.

  “Ryan…” she breathed, and I was content.

  For the first time in a month, I was going to get a good night’s sleep.

  ~7~

  Something warm and wonderful surrounded me as my eyes fluttered open and my hand moved over the arm wrapped securely around me from behind. The fine hair covering his skin was downy soft against my fingers. Mmmm…Ryan. The delicious memories of the night before flooded my consciousness. He was beautiful and amazing. And he loved me.