nervously. "Yes, right bloody now." I snap, "I think it's the least you can
fucking do, considering." "What?" He moves over to his discarded pile of clothes. "I've been
trying to talk to you for months. You wouldn't let me." "We'll just go find another room." The blonde girl smiles. I notice she's pulled on her dress already as she pulls Neil out of the room behind her.
"Look what you've done now," he hisses, grabbing his boxers from the floor and affording me a look at his fine derrière. It annoys me that his body still has this affect on me.
"What? You've already gotten your rocks off tonight, all over my fucking face, in fact. I don't think you'll be going again any time soon." "Well, I won't be now, will I?" He pulls on his boxers as I pull the
cups of my bra back up and slip my top back down my body. "So, come on, what do you want to talk to me about, then?" "I want to know why the hell you did it, and no lies this time. I'm
sick of fucking lies and excuses." "I've told you, she fucking pounced on me." "I saw that." I hiss, slipping my legs over the side of the bed. "You
didn't look like you were protesting." "I bloody well did though," he growls. "I was pissed off because Kent invited over this bunch of girls to our table. It was meant to be a lad's night out, so as soon as I finished my pint, I excused myself. This blonde followed me out and stuck her fucking tongue down my throat. I pulled her off and told her I was taken, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. I tried to walk away but she made to follow me, so I dived back into the pub."
"And what has this got to do with me catching you balls deep in some slut round the back of the White Lion, eh?"
"I'm getting to that bit." He snaps, "I'm telling you the whole tale, the whole fucking truth, so shut up and let me, okay?"
I roll my eyes and sit back to listen. This is what I have been wondering about over all these past weeks. This is what I've analyzed to hell and back.
"Anyhow, I get another pint in, but after drinking a bit of it I found myself feeling a bit queer, like I was pissed. I'd only had like three pints, so I knew that wasn't right. I just lurched outside to get some fresh air, and suddenly the damn blonde was there again, and the world was spinning, and she was kissing me, and I tried to push her off, but my head was spinning so bad I just fell backwards onto the barrel behind me…" "So, you're telling me she drugged you?" "Vodka in my pint, one of the other lads confessed to me later on at
the hospital." "Hang on, at the hospital?" "I passed out, knocked my head on something, and cut it. The guys
took me to casualty to get me sewn up." "I didn't know that." "No, well, you never gave me chance to explain." He shrugs and sighs.
"I saw you fucking her, Jack. I saw you…" my voice breaks, choked with emotion, "your head thrown back and your eyes closed like you were really enjoying it. Can you understand how much that hurt?"
"I just saw my mates face buried in your pussy, his cock inside you. I felt jealous. So, yeah, I can imagine it. I did try to explain, Laura, so many times, but you wouldn't listen."
"I couldn't." I sigh, "I just couldn't be one of those women who forgive their boyfriends then end up forever excusing their partner's indiscretions."
"But, if you'd only heard me out." He's sitting on the bed next to me now and tears are slipping slowly down my cheeks.
"Excuses, all excuses." I shake my head. "No, I couldn't listen because I knew I didn't deserve you, that I was never good enough for you. I knew I was not the kind of girl a guy like you could love."
"But Laura," he grabs my arm with his strong hand, and his clasp makes my heart pound. "Oh, Laura, I loved you so much. Laura, I meant it every time I ever said it to you. Did you really doubt me?"
I look into his bright blue eyes, wiping the back of my hand across my cheeks. "Never at the time. Never whilst looking into these eyes, but when I thought back when I was on my own, yes. I doubted because I was scared I wasn't good enough." I break down, the sobs wrack my body, and there is nothing I can do about them. I don't cry like ladies in the movies do. No, I have mucus dripping from my nose, my face goes red, and I make strange little whimpering, slurping, and sniffling noises.
Jack doesn't hesitate to put his arms around me, he doesn't flinch as my eyes and nose leave wet trails across his best shirt, and he doesn't talk. He just holds me, one hand rubbing gently up and down my back. "You've always been too good for me, Laura. I've always blessed the luck that brought us together that first night."
I lift my face, and before I exhale fully his lips are on mine. I hold him tightly as our lips meet and melt into each other. I don't want him to pull away; I don't want to lose him again. Just a kiss, and already I am willing to forget the past few months and take him back. Just a gentle hand stroking through my hair, and I am forgetting the heartache of that moment when I saw him with another woman. The pain returns, and I pull back from the kiss. "What's up?" he asks running a hand down my arm consolingly. "I think I might be able to forgive you," I sigh. "I certainly want to, but I don't know how easy it will be to forget what I saw that night."
"I don't expect anything more than that." He smiles. "I'm over the moon that you're even thinking about forgiving me." He curls his hand around mine, his voice breaking as he continues, "I thought I'd lost you forever."
"I thought that I'd never really had you. I thought it'd all been in my mind. I thought I was crazy for believing you loved me."
"Laura," he tips my chin up with the tip of his finger. "I never once lied to you, not once. I loved you then, I've loved you all the time we've been apart, and I love you right now."
I can see it. I can see it right there in front of my eyes, and I smile, the first genuine smile I've managed in all these months.
"I love you, too, Jack. I love you so much." I initiate the kiss this time, leaning in and pressing my lips to his, that smile still present as I feel his echoing grin pressing against mine. I can feel the arousal washing through my body, and I press forward, climbing to my knees and pushing him back down onto the mattress. I'm kneeling beside him, my lips enjoying a thorough, sexy kiss as my hand skims down his body. I growl as I encounter the obvious lump growing at his crotch. I giggle as I swing a leg over him, pinning him down as our lips part, and I stare down at him, the light back in my eyes.
"God, you're gorgeous." He croons, reaching under my loose top, pulling on my bra until my boobs fall out and the cups lay just below my chin. He cups my naked breasts, skimming his thumbs over my nipples and sending flashes of fever through every inch of my body.
"So are you," I murmur, joyfully opening the buttons he'd fastened in anger moments earlier. I throw open his shirt and run a teasing finger down the length of him whilst rolling my hips and pressing his clothed crotch harder against my naked wetness. I throw off mine, too, and undo my bra, discarding it casually behind me. I scoot down his legs and skim my hands down his sides, grasping the material of his boxers and gently tugging them down to his knees, revealing his very hard cock to my feasting gaze.
"Oh, how I've missed you," I coo, placing a kiss on the tip of him, tasting his salty eagerness blending with the muskiness of the woman he's just been fucking. That foursome leaps back into my mind, and my excitement levels peak once again.
"Just him?" Jack asks, running his fingers through my hair and groaning as I pepper kisses up and down and all over his hardened flesh.
"No, he's part of a bigger package, and it's so much more fun all together." I kiss his balls. How wonderful they feel beneath my lips. I just want to revel in every part of him. I have missed him so much, and I am hungering for him. I just want to devour him, but after all this time, I'm not going to rush this. This is a gourmet meal and deserves time and loving attention. I lick from the base of his cock to the tip and back down again. I slide up and suck his tip then slip my tongue down again, enjoying him like a cool ice cream on a hot, summer's day. This is balm to my heated, tortured soul, and I revel in the moans and gasps I hear forcing themselves
from between his lips as I use mine to arouse and titillate.
"Let me touch you, please," he gasps, his hand running through my hair. I can't deny him right now; I don't want to. I want to feel his fingers all over me. I move from between his legs and kneel beside him, my face in his crotch and my butt near his face. He rolls slightly to his side, and I know he's looking at me, visually eating my exposed pussy beneath the rucked up skirt.
I remember a time when we were first together, and I would not get on my hands and knees for him as I was completely convinced that if he saw my stomach drooping, he'd never make love to me again. He coaxed, he teased, and in the end he commanded me to do it, and I surprised myself by actually obeying him. He left me there, on the bed as he stood and studied me. I felt awful at first, but as I glanced to the side and saw his cock hard in his hand as he slowly stroked himself, I knew he loved my body just the way it was. He stroked me that day from my head to my toes, then he took me from behind, and I screamed and shouted through orgasm after orgasm as his acceptance of my body freed me to thoroughly enjoy his.
I feel nothing but excitement this time as his hand slips and slides over my buttocks. I let out a low growl as his soft fingers probe between my lips, seeking out my most intimate of pleasure places. As his finger slips inside of me, I let my lips slip over the head of his cock, and I push him into my mouth as he penetrates me. I push down as he pushes in; I lean up as he pulls out, and I moan and growl, the sound vibrating around him as I enjoy the ecstasy his fingers are affording me.
How have I lived without this for so many months? Why have I denied myself this? I know in my heart why, but the healing process has begun and the image does not rise to my mind of him with another. I do not feel the sickness in the pit my stomach as I think of him with someone else. In fact, my mind does not dwell on it. I feel no anger at all. I just feel the spiraling pleasure twisting through me as his finger strokes my clit, wet and hard in its eagerness.
I want him inside me, not just inside my mouth, as pleasurable as that is. I pull away from his probing fingers and twirl round laughing as I feel delightfully dizzy from the quick movement. I move to straddle him, placing him between my lips. I capture his gaze and slowly sink down groaning until I feel he is completely inside me.
Our eyes stay fixed upon each other as I begin to move, slowly up and down, feeling him stretching and caressing me, my pussy alive with electric stings of pleasure that cumulate into something more powerful as I speed up my thrusts. He takes what I give him and accepts it freely. I can see in his eyes that he does love me; he loves me and is completely lost in this moment. How did I ever doubt it? A tear, drips to my cheek, and he reaches up and wipes it away. "I'm never going to leave you again," I gasp, grinding down. "And I'm going to try my best not to do anything that will make you
want to leave." He smiles, stroking my cheek. "Deal." I thrust down quickly on him, laughing with the heady thrill of release: release from bitterness, release from pain, release from anger. In this moment is my truth. We are together and joined in pleasure. We are made to fit into one another, and nothing is more important than this—this complete and total loving surrender.
He begins to lift his hips from the bed, grasping my waist, his fingers digging in to my ample hips. I know he is close, and I am, too. I can feel him rubbing inside, and with each stroke, I can feel my grip loosening until it's too much and it falls away, dropping and shattering, filling my whole body with violent pleasure. He roars as he comes, and I feel him throb inside, intensifying my orgasm.
"I love you," he pants as I collapse to his chest and his arms surround me. "I love you, too." I smile, kissing his chest. We lie in silence for a moment, reveling in the soul soothing peace. "Let me take you home," he whispers. "It's late." "Okay." I smile, moving away from him. "I hope you're going to see
me in through my door." "Certainly," he replies, winking broadly. "I have plans to give you a
good seeing to, in fact." "Promises, promises." I laugh, picking up my bra. "Yes, I promise." His eyes are filled with genuine emotion. "I'm
never going to stop loving you." I move into his arms, enveloping him in a hug, my body electrified
with a tumult of emotion. "I know," I whisper, and for the first time, I really mean it.
About the Author
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and erotica writer. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her life. For more information on Victoria, visit her site at http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/.
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