by Ford, Mia
Chapter 33
Blaine
I grasped onto Josie’s hand, feeling completely and totally at ease. We were walking down a hallway layered in windows and bathed in light. The hardwood floors shimmered in the rays of the sun. I looked down to see that I was wearing a white shirt and white cotton pants like the ones you wear at the beach. Josie looked up at me and smiled, her face no longer scarred or bruised, and her hair cascaded in large curls down her back. Her white dress flowed with each step, and her adorable little feet were bare. The air was crisp, and the temperature was absolutely perfect. I looked out the window to see the ocean lapping gently against the shore, it’s blue color clearer than anything I had ever imagined.
As we moved forward, the sound of birds echoed through the hallway, and I could see the doves sitting happily in the bushes to the side. We approached a room, the door sitting open and the sunlight cascading across the floors. I stepped forward, letting go of Josie’s hand but feeling her presence behind me. As I stepped through the archway, the sun brightened the room, and the sounds of the birds faded slightly into the background. I looked up to the side and closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun washing over my body. It was the most complete and calm feeling I had ever experienced. I felt Josie’s hand slide into mine, and I opened my eyes to look over at her. She smiled and nodded her head toward a small oak crib in the corner.
Suddenly, it all became clear. I was standing in a nursery, but instead of murals on the walls, there were real trees and animals running in and out of the limbs. Beneath my feet were soft grass and beautiful flowers. I stepped slowly toward the crib, hearing the coo of a child. When I reached the edge, I peered down into the crib, smiling as a small, dark-haired baby laughed and giggled inside. I reached down and pressed my finger against its nose, something my father had always done when I was a small child. The baby laughed and smiled, reaching up and wrapping his small hands around my finger and squeezing. I looked over as Josie walked up beside us, smiling at me and then leaning over and picking the child up. I watched in amazement as she smoothed her hand carefully over the baby’s head, holding it close to her breast.
I followed the two across the room to a bed of soft white pillows and blankets nested on the ground. We sat down in the softness and laid the baby between us, playing with him as he laughed and cooed, looking lovingly at Josie. The child shifted his glance, and I saw that he had Josie’s eyes, bright and wondrous, like they had been the first time I met her. We sat there for what seemed like hours, loving each other, kissing the baby, and basking in the light from the sun. There was a warm feeling in my chest, and though no words were being spoken, I could feel the bond getting stronger between the two of us. She looked so happy and pleased, just lying there with the child, unable to keep her hands off of his soft beautiful skin. I looked up at the sun as it began to dance toward the horizon, feeling saddened that the day was coming to a close.
When I looked back, Josie and the baby were gone, and I stood quickly, walking forward into the darkness that had approached. My feet suddenly felt the sand, and I whirled around, realizing I was now walking along the beach under the light of the moon. I looked down the sand and saw Josie standing there, now wearing a long black dress, her body filling every curve. She was absolutely stunning, and she reached her hand out for mine. I walked quickly toward her and took her into my arms, looking deep into her eyes. She smiled up at me, her hands moving up my torso and landing on my chest. I could feel her body close to mine, and she leaned forward, closing her eyes and puckering her lips. I closed my eyes as well and leaned into her, feeling her lips brush across mine.
When I opened my eyes again, I had woken up, and I found myself safely tucked away in my bedroom, Josie’s lips kissing me softly. I was slightly bewildered for a moment, looking around the room and wondering where that beautiful dream had gone. I could feel Josie pressing her lips against my neck and my collarbone as I regained my consciousness. It had only been a dream, an amazingly beautiful dream. The smell of lavender filled my nose, and I realized that it had been in my dream as well. I pulled back and looked Josie in the eyes as she continued to kiss my skin. She was just as stunning with her bruises and cuts as she was in my dream. The thought of her holding our child made me feel weak in the knees and sent butterflies floating through my chest and stomach.
I ran my hand down her long hair as she kissed up my neck and back to my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed her back, feeling her love through every single touch. She ran her hands up my torso and rested them on my chest, just like she had in the dream, and I couldn’t help but think that maybe that was more than a dream. Maybe it was a vision of what we had to look forward to in the future. A beautiful home, a beautiful baby, and an even stronger bond than we already had.
I took in a deep breath and brought her close to me, feeling her heaving breasts against my chest. She reached up and pulled her fingers through my hair, leaning forward and kissing me again. This time, though, I could feel the passion behind her lips, and she grabbed onto my face, moving her lips against mine. My hands slid down to her waist, and I leaned into her kisses, parting her lips with my tongue and making the kiss even deeper and more passionate. I could feel my cock getting hard inside my pants, but I tried to slow it down just a bit. Josie, however, didn’t seem to be in the same mindset, and she pulled her body closer to mine, rubbing up and down against my shaft.
I took in a deep breath as our mouths parted, and I ran my finger down her face to her lips. She pulled my finger into her mouth and sucked hard on it, opening her eyes and looking deeply into mine. Her hand slid down my arm to the band of my boxers, teasing me as her fingers danced across my skin. My cock throbbed, and I thrust my pelvis forward into her, feeling her hand drop down and rub me softly through the fabric. Everything about this woman was sexual and sensual, and I loved the taste of her lips. Immediately, I wanted more, but I was holding back. She had been through so much, and I was terrified that I was going to hurt her.
I pulled back and looked deep into her eyes, noticing the small cuts I hadn’t seen the day before. She was so fragile and soft, and the last thing I wanted to do was make her injuries worse. Her bandages were tightly wrapped around her ankles and wrists, but I could still see slight stains of blood that had seeped through during the night. I leaned back and looked at her smiling.
“You have been through so much,” I said. “We need to take it slow. You need to get your rest so that your injuries can heal. I don’t want to hurt you any further.”
“You won’t hurt me,” she said, leaning forward and kissing my lips. “We can take it slow, and I’ll be on the bottom. I just want you so badly.”
The sound of her voice telling me how much she wanted me drove me mad. I wanted her, too, but I was afraid. She was hurt pretty badly, not to mention what she went through behind closed doors with Paulie. But she was insistent, pressing her body up against mine and kissing me sensually. She would suck my bottom lip into her mouth and pull away slowly, making my dick go crazy. She was so sexy.
“I just want you to take it all away,” she whispered. “Put my mind on something else.”
Finally, after several moments of her coaxing me into it, I let out a deep breath and pulled her toward me, kissing her passionately on the mouth. She moaned as I explored her mouth with my tongue, pushing and pulling at her hips as she ground her body against me. I turned her on her back and slowly lifted her up, pulling her tank top over her head. I reached up with one hand and grasped her breast, massaging it gently as my tongue ran over her nipple. She leaned her head back and smiled as I played with her until she was ready for more.
I moved my lips down her body, feeling her soft skin beneath me. I ran my hands down her thighs and watched as she closed her eyes and threw her head back. She moaned softly at my touch and ran her fingers over her thighs. It was sensual and soft, and immediately, I knew I was in no serious rush. I moved down her body and pushed her legs up over my shoulders, pull
ing her shorts and panties off. I reached my face down and slowly moved my tongue through her folds, feeling her writhe in my arms. My tongue flicked against her clit, tasting every inch of her as I felt her moving her hips to the rhythm of my tongue. I wanted her to feel how much I loved her, to grow closer to me with every moan and every growl.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward my face, lashing my tongue around wildly through her juices. She screamed out, grabbing the sides of the bed as I pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. I loosened the grip on her and slowed my mouth, deciding that I wanted to feel her come. I wanted to be inside of her, watching her body move, and feeling her grip tightly to me. I moved up her body, wiping my mouth on my arm, and took off my boxers. She gasped as my cock flew out from the cloth and slapped against her stomach. I reached over and took her hand in mine, pulling it to my lips and kissing it gently. I looked down into her eyes as I put her hand gently back, pulling her head upward and kissing her lips. Her breathing increased as I rubbed my shaft through the folds of her wet pussy.
I sat over her, rubbing my hands through her long dark hair and staring deeply into her eyes. She reached up and touched my face, a small tear leaving her eye and trickling down her cheek. Instantly, I dove my face down and kissed her lips, rolling to the side and pulling her on top of me. She pressed her hands against my chest and straddled me, looking down in my eyes. I pulled us backward and sat up, leaning my back against the bed frame, watching her as her tits bounced around. She looked deep into my eyes and sat up, grabbing my cock by the base and slowly sliding downward, pulling every inch of me inside of her so we became one.
Chapter 34
Josie
I leaned my body back as I lowered myself down onto his raging erection, feeling him fill me up fully. He pulled his body forward and wrapped my legs around his waist, running his hands down my body. As my eyes connected with his, I began to rock back and forth, feeling him move in and out of me. Our eyes were locked as we moved toward complete ecstasy. He groaned at the feeling of my body against him, taking us toward our climax. I fixated on his face, trying to hold back the feeling of the heat erupting from my stomach. I could feel his hands moving up and down my back, his nails gently grazing my skin.
“I love you,” I whispered as I leaned forward.
“I love you, too,” he said as darkness ran through his eyes.
He pulled his legs up underneath of him and pushed me forward, gently laying me on the bed, my legs still wrapped around his body. There was a need in the way he moved, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I loosened my legs, feeling the strain on my ankles, and looked up into his eyes as he took my thigh in his hand and thrust his hips forward. My back arched as his dick slowly moved out and then thrust forward, deep and hard. I clawed at his shoulders, feeling myself on the edge of ecstasy. He lowered his body down and pushed in and out of me, groaning loudly in my ear as my juices flowed over his shaft. I spread my hips open and took all of him into me, feeling his body begin to move faster and faster. The room was completely silent, and I listened to his raspy growls as he took me completely, our bodies wrapping around each other in total bliss.
He thrust faster, in and out, and my breathing began to increase, our bodies slamming into one another. I lifted my hips from the bed and felt as he pushed deep and hard, every inch of his cock entering me in one full movement. I screamed out, reaching to the sides and grabbing the blanket, allowing myself to let go of everything I had been holding inside. As my back arched and my body tensed, Blaine lowered his head and pressed his mouth against mine. I moaned as he pushed one last time, grabbing onto the covers above my head and letting go. As if we were cosmically in tune with one another, our orgasms synced, and I could feel his cock bulge against my vibrations. I moaned into his mouth, feeling every wave of pleasure echo through my bones. I could feel the groans escaping his throat, and I reached up, squeezing his muscles as he allowed the orgasm to completely take over.
As our pleasure decreased, he lowered himself to the side and kissed me gently, bringing his arms around me and pulling me close. I laid there listening to his heart beating in his chest, thankful that we were back together. I had never felt ecstasy of this magnitude, and I knew there would be no other man in my life that would bring that kind of pleasure to my body. I leaned in close to his chest and closed my eyes, taking in the moment for as long as it would last. Finally, as both of us began to recover, we rolled onto our backs and held tightly to each other’s hand. We lay there in silence, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the waves outside the window. I finally felt calm for the first time since everything happened, and knowing the family was behind bars and we were securely tucked in the house brought a level of solace to my life.
“What happens now?” I asked the question, unsure of the answer myself.
He lay there for several moments, contemplating what I had wondered. His eyes scanned the ceiling, and his hand grasped mine even tighter. I turned my head and looked at his face, wondering if he was going to answer or just let the question simmer. I was never the kind of girl that needed to know what every step in life was, but with the recent events, I needed some sort of beacon of hope. I needed some kind of guiding light, otherwise I feared that I would sit perfectly still.
“Now we are free to build a life together,” he said, turning his head toward me.
I looked into his deep eyes and wondered what type of life it was that he wanted. I questioned my ability to move forward after such traumatic events, but I knew that Blaine had done it when his parents had died, so it wasn’t unreachable. I knew that I would have to be strong in ways that I had never experienced before, and I knew that Blaine would be there to help me every step of the way. I wanted him, and that was it. I still had all my dreams, but I knew now that none of it mattered without him in my life. I knew that life was not going to be as beautiful and full of light without Blaine standing beside me and me beside him.
He turned his head back to the ceiling, and I knew he had more to say. I knew that he wanted to tell me something personal, something from deep inside of himself. I turned my head so I didn’t make him nervous, and I brought his hand up to my lips, kissing it softly. My lips lingered over his skin as he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. I sat there waiting for him to tell me just how he felt, and all of the things he never had the courage to tell me before.
“You changed me,” he said. “You made me want to be a better man from the very first time that I met you. There were so many dark corners of my life, but you have brought your light, and now I can see everything. You made me want to be stronger, to be virtuous, and to fight for what I believed to be true. You allowed me to trust another person with my heart, something I haven’t done since my parents died. You have been my angel and my savior. I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve given me. When I thought I was going to lose you, it tore my heart from my chest, and I knew that you were the only woman on this earth for me. I knew I couldn’t lose you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as he spoke those beautiful words. There was something so poetic about a woman pushing a man to be better. I was incredibly touched by how he felt about me and how he looked at his own future. I felt the same way as him, and without him, I knew that there was a good chance I wouldn’t be here. He saved my life in so many ways, and because of that, I was confused by his statement. There was no way that I could allow him to not take credit for being the man that literally saved my life. I couldn’t allow him to take away from the fact that I would have died a terrible death had he not had enough faith in me to come searching.
“I’m confused,” I said.
I turned my head toward him and looked at his beautiful eyes. He sat there thinking about what I said and I waited for him to finish, wanting to know just how much he understood where I was coming from. This was probably the most important question in our entire time of knowing each other, and for that, I did not want to rush it. There was too much at stake here. There w
as too much that we could lose by not being completely upfront and honest with each other. I was the one that felt as if I owed him more than my life. I had been the one that brought nothing but chaos to his. I brought death, danger, and craziness, and we had only known each other a little over a week. There was no way that I could be as important to his future and his person as he was to me. There were too many times that he talked me off a ledge and moved me to be a better person. I owed him so much, and I couldn't sit there and let him take away from all the things that he had done for me. My father was gone, and my mother was nowhere to be found. He was really the last person I had in the entire world.
“I thought you saved me,” I said, smiling. “You pulled me from the wreckage of my life and swooped in like a superhero, saving the day. You gave me hope when I had completely lost it, and you gave me strength when mine was all but gone.”
“Don’t you see,” he said, turning over on his side and staring down at me. “You rescued me from a life of loneliness. I don’t just mean relationship-wise, but companionship-wise as well. I was terrified to get close to anyone because it hurt so bad to lose my family. But when you came into the picture, you made me realize how short life really was, and that meant that I needed to open my heart to you and to the goals and dreams that I held so closely guarded. You made me not be lonely inside of my own head by pushing me to be a stronger man.”
