by Bri Stone
She wiggles underneath me to take my towel off and I swear I see white when she grasps my cock. The desire wraps around my spine, makes all my limbs tingle as she starts pumping me. In a fight to get her clothes off, I lose her touch for just a few moments. Once I have her naked, she goes back to my cock and I continue with nibbling at her neck, her skin soft and sweet as always. I tease her nipples with my thumbs as I trail down, kissing the space between her breasts. The rise and fall of her chest brings her closer and then farther every time. I move farther down, to her torso, and her hand leaves me as I groan. Looking up at her, I see her suck my moisture from her fingers before her arms go slack. Our eyes smile at each other before I go farther down, until I find her feminine scent and soft curls. She starts to giggle, and I give her an inquisitive look.
“Your beard tickles.” She whispers.
I smile and breathe in her scent; I kiss each of her hip bones and squeeze her thighs. As I move up and down, kneading the flesh, I coax her legs apart and wait until she is begging before I let myself taste her.
Nothing has changed as it all comes flooding back to me. Her sweetness, how wet she gets, how she feels throbbing against me. I feel a connection between us that takes every inch of my body prisoner, and I live to please her. Her pleasure becomes a lifeline, something I need to keep going—to survive.
When I sense she is about to grab my hair, I grab her hands instead, lacing my fingers with her. I meet her eyes as I lave my tongue into her folds and I almost tell her right them. Just stop everything and tell her the truth. I can’t bring myself to do it, I can’t bring myself to destroy her.
“Thom,” she clutches my hand tighter as I keep going.
Making shapes with my tongue, erratic licks and flicks that I know will drive her mad. She traps me between her legs and I inhale her scent even more. When I feel the slightest bit of tightness in my chest, I focus on her and just keep going, then it goes away. But I know she is about to come, and as soon as she shatters and writhes beneath me, I lick up every drop of her before I catch my breath.
I kiss across her belly and up her body as I pant. Closing my mouth around her nipple makes her cry out. I fondle the other and suck her left breast when I notice they have only gotten slightly bigger. I knead at them with my mouth, grasping the flesh until it’s wet and then moving to the other. The softness of her rolls through my lips. With her hands still in mine, I trap them beneath mine on either side of her head as I kiss her. Slow, deep, I lap my tongue over hers and we dance together. Getting familiar again, remembering how good it feels to be with each other. We build our own fortress of love to contain our desire, only opening to release the passion we have for each other. And once it does, everything around us is consumed by us, and it makes us stronger. We make each other stronger.
I break the kiss, sucking her lips as I do, and stare down at her. With her lips parted and swollen, the color in her cheeks...she is stunning. My cock is hard and throbbing as I slide into her, letting her sheathe me from tip to base. Her gaze holds for a few more seconds before she bites her lips and closes her eyes with a sigh, arching her body to meet mine.
“You’re perfect.” I murmur against her lips, the peachy pillows of perfection, before I kiss her nice and slow.
She wiggles her left hand out of mine and clutches my hips, driving her hips to meet mine. I keep my rhythm slow and steady for as long as I can before pure desire takes over. I need her so much, want her so fucking badly. I drive my hips deeper and faster. She locks her legs around me, letting her clit rub on me as she bucks her hips upwards and it pulls her closer to the edge. She holds there, trembling and panting until her sex grips me in a vice and she cries out in climax. I grip her closer, flush my body to hers and pump my cock in an out of her until I am coming hard inside of her. As my lips hover over hers and we breathe each other’s air, it feels like magic. It’s so perfect, that it seems unreal.
I slip out of her, roll onto my side as I kiss her and hug her body to mine. For a while it’s just that, us lying there. I knead the flesh of her hips, trace invisible lines on her body as she uses me as a pillow, until she is practically purring.
“That...was so nice.” Perrie kisses my chest. I missed the way she used to hold onto my arm, make invisible lines as she does.
I press my lips to the top of her head, “yeah. If I wasn’t so tired we’d be at it again.” I chuckle.
“I’m tired too.” Looking up at me, she smiles. “I missed you.” She gives me a chaste kiss.
“Oh baby, I missed you too.”
“Can I have my gift now?” She smiles, and I shake my head. When she gives me a soft pout, I almost give in.
“You have to wait until tomorrow.” I kiss her forehead.
She is reluctant to agree. Eventually we get up just to order Chinese and eat take out on the couch. We watch a few episodes of Game of Thrones before we start falling asleep. Once we brush our teeth and opt for a hot shower together, it’s useless trying not to have her again. Once I do, she falls asleep in my arms.
Before she did, I wanted nothing more than to give her the gift; her engagement ring. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, knowing I wasn’t being honest with her, and not knowing how much time I could really have left.
Chapter Fourteen: Thom
I wake up early intending to make Perrie breakfast in bed, but I end up watching her sleep instead.
I missed it, and it feels like it might be what I missed most. The privilege to see her in her most vulnerable state, when she can’t filter herself to me, can’t keep anything to herself. I know she is deep in her sleep because her lips are slightly parted, and she snorts every few breaths. Her hair sweeps down her face and I brush it back, caressing her cheek softly with my thumb so I don’t wake her. She is laying on her stomach, with her left leg slightly hitched up; it’s her signature position. Her left arm is curled up, her fingers inches from her lips. I think hard for I don’t know how many seconds, about putting the ring on her finger right then. The ring is in my bag, and I wonder if I shouldn’t have brought it with me because the temptation is too much.
It isn’t fair of me to expect her to give me her life when I know I can’t her the truth.
With that, I get up and head for her kitchen.
In my sweats, I struggle to find where everything is, once I do I start on her favorite breakfast food; French toast. While the pan heats, I creep back into the bedroom to sneak my medication. Thankfully, she is still asleep. I take my vitamins, iron, energy supplements, then stuff them back in my bag, and the secrecy gnaws on me all the way back to the kitchen.
With everything done, I tray the food as nicely as I can and deliver it to her bedside. Perrie is still sound asleep, beautiful as ever. Once I set the tray on the table, I start waking her up gently; because she is not a morning person, and hates being woken up.
I have spent every morning with her for years, and it is crazy to be apart from her for as long as I have. Maybe we just need a better plan, alternating monthly visits or something. But I know down the line, my treatments won’t take too well to me flying, and the drive would be too brutal.
I could tell her right now, as she is waking up to look at me. But how could I do that to her on her birthday? And so close to the devastation of her mother from years ago. I was on the phone with her that day, after we were both home from work. We talked about a lot of nothing, and she told me more stories about her childhood. The urge to be with her right then was the strongest it had been in a while.
Even still, I’m lying to her. Keeping things from her.
“You still aren’t a morning person.” My voice is a little more than a whisper.
Her smile is lazy, crossing her lips in a slow, sultry manner. Perrie doesn’t have to try to be sexy or alluring, she just is.
“No...” she rubs her eyes and I notice something high on her left side that I didn’t see before. Of course, I was occupied every time she was naked.
“I woke yo
u for your birthday breakfast...what’s this?” I scoot up on the bed and trace the line on her sixth rib.
For the first time I’ve seen in a while, she blushes out of embarrassment.
“I was going to show you on your birthday, but I didn’t realize how bad my timing was last year.” Her smile grows, as she turns on her side to bare the tattoo to me. The h is silent, it reads just like that.
“Wow, baby. I love it. I can’t believe you got a tattoo, I never pegged you for a tat girl.” I wink at her.
She laughs bodily and sits up, “really? Well, I wanted something less cliché, so I didn’t get your name. But instead, how your name is properly pronounced.” She giggles.
Nodding, I trace the small line. It’s almost invisible, in a pale ink. It’s perfect.
“I love it. And I love you. Happy birthday.” I meet her eyes, that still light up as if she hasn’t heard it from me before. To know there are sparks still here between us, still excitement...it’s hard to know I might have to give it up.
“Thank you.” Her eyes catch the tray of food, “ah, my favorite! I’ll be right back.” Perrie hops up and disappears in the bathroom. I sit back and check my phone as she uses the bathroom and brushes her teeth.
I have texts from everyone back at Mayo checking I made it in okay, Brock mostly jokes about he doesn’t expect a reply for a few days. I am still getting used to my group of friends but finding where we fit with each of our personalities together has been the most surprising. When Perrie comes out, I toss my phone aside and focus on her.
“What’d you put clothes on for?” I tease her.
Perrie saunters over to the bed and straddles my lap, eyes on mine the whole time.
I grip her waist and pull her closer to me, feeling for her flesh under the white tee shirt she threw on. I lick my lips once before meeting hers, and I try to be slow with it, really get to feel her lips; but she takes over and deepens the kiss. We become a mess of laving tongues and hungry lips as she settles into my lap. I knead the bare flesh of her ass underneath her shirt, grinding her onto my twitching cock. Perrie lets out the smallest moan as she breaks away.
“I’m starving.” She gives me a chaste kiss before pulling back with a sigh.
I smile at her and move the tray between us, and mostly just watch her eat. I’m often distracted by the way she catches syrup with her tongue, or even lets out the smallest moans because she likes the taste.
“You’re barely eating.” She squeezes her thighs around me slightly.
“Not that hungry...did you like it?”
She sips her orange juice and then sets it back on the nightstand. “Yes. Thank you.” She kisses my cheek quickly.
The smile she has on her face is contagious, and rare for me to get to see in person. I would do anything to leave it there.
I can count on one hand how many times I smiled after I found out mom had cancer.
“You’re welcome.” I chuckle, but it’s strained. The twitch in her eye tells me she noticed, but she doesn’t say anything.
I move the tray aside and she scoots up on my lap. With my right hand on her hip, I use the other to trace the dimple beneath her eye and pull her face closer to me. Her eyes drift closed as she leans into my touch. I kiss her eyelids, then her nose, and graze my lips across her cheeks until I reach her lips. With one kiss, soft and slow, I feel how much I yearn for her in every second of it.
Then I break away. “What do you want to do for your birthday?” I ask her. With my eyes closed, her forehead leans on mine and I feel her smile.
“This.” She wiggles her hips to clarify.
Her nimble fingers curl around my ears and move down to brush the hair at the nape of my neck. Her fingers keep going like that, tracing little circles until they move down my neck and over my shoulders. I rest my hands on her hips. I do realize they are fuller now, and she sits a little heavier on top of me, but I don’t give much care to it at all. Perrier will always be perfect to me.
Her hands move steadily around my waist and to my front. Tracing the band of my sweats over and over before she lags her hands up my abs. Though there isn’t much left of them besides a line down the middle and across; my trusty four pack. Our foreheads are still together, eyes closed as we breathe each other in. She presses her palms to me and moves upwards, traveling over my chest, then they rest on my shoulders as she turns her lips to mine.
I coax her lips apart, relishing the sweet taste and soft feel of them. We fall into a rhythm, of slowness and passion that I only break to remove her shirt. Her lips meet mine again, and I trace every line and dip of her body over and over, as we only stop kissing to breathe. I palm her breasts, memorizing the weight and feel of them in my hands before I move to cup her face, deepening the kiss and latching her to me.
Perrie pulls away suddenly, “do you still want to marry me?”
“Yes.” I am taken aback but answer quickly. I lean back just to look in her eyes, “I-I have your ring.” I mentally scold myself for telling her. The finalization of that ring...I don’t know.
I just don’t know.
“You do?” She gasps.
“Yeah...I didn’t imagine giving it to you like this though.” My lips twitch with a sad smile.
“It doesn’t matter. I...can I have it? I mean, that sounds so weird.” She laughs, and the sound is better than anyone’s favorite song.
“It doesn’t. Of course you can.” I snicker, and playfully toss her off my lap to dig in my bag.
I turn and see her sitting on the edge of the bed, her big smile bright and beautiful. It tugs at my heart to know I have even the smallest effect on her happiness. On her feelings.
I realize right here and now that it doesn’t matter how I feel. What I feel is unimportant. Utterly unimportant. What is important is my actions, and to know I am actively deciding to keep things from her. I know if I give her the ring, even though we are already engaged, it’s final. Nothing can be built on lies; and what the hell do I expect will happen when I need more treatment? Or if god forbid it doesn’t work and I have to be more aggressive with it?
“Thom? What’s wrong? I promise I’ll love it.” She nervously wrings her fingers out as she beams up at me.
“Nothing, baby.” I walk towards her with the small velvet box. “Want me to kneel?”
“Too traditional.” She bites her lip and shakes her head.
I hand her the box and watch her open it. Her smile is instant, and I immediately slip it onto her finger. I let her watch it dance and sparkle in the sunlight peeking through the window. I know I’m wrong, and I know I need to tell her. But just not on her birthday, not now. In so many words, and in the back of my head, I know I need to be certain I am going to make it before I tell her I might be dying.
“It’s...just like the necklace. I love it. I love you.” She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me before I can respond.
“I love you too.” I sigh against her lips. “I love you too.”
Chapter Fifteen: Thom
Perrie pulls me down with a giggle of delight. I hover over her and memorize every gleam in her eye before I kiss her. She wraps her arms and legs around me, so I can’t escape even if I wanted to. I don’t want to.
I feel the back of the ring on her finger as she trails her hand down and over my back. With our lips locked, tongues dancing, and bodies writhing, I forget about everything. All I know is that I want her, she makes me have a one-track mind.
With my right hand, I reach down and find her heated sex. Coaxing her open and finding her throbbing nub. She gasps against my mouth as she pulls away. I nibble the skin of her jaw, down across her neck and to the junction between her neck and collar bone. I relish the taste of her skin as I pump her with my fingers. She clenches around me and I fill her with two more fingers, until she starts gushing for me. I feel her hot breath in my ear, catch every peak of her moans as I drive her closer and closer. Though I nearly come undone when she wraps her hand around me, squeezing my
hot, hardening flesh.
“Please just...I need you.” Perrie nibbles my earlobe and I groan.
I replace my fingers with the tip of my cock as she clutches the sheets. I tease her, “you haven’t forgotten your pill, have you?” I smirk. I draw back enough to see her face as she smiles.
“No.” She giggles and arches her hips towards me.
I hold her gaze until our lips lock and as I lave my tongue over hers, I fill her with my cock and it feels like nothing but home. I sigh into her mouth and pull away to breathe. We capture the same air as I fall into a wanton rhythm.
I trap her between my forearms on either side of her head and draw my legs apart to reach her deeper. The bed rocks with every movement we make, and she hitches her leg over my shoulder as she arches her neck back, baring her creamy skin to me. I feather her with kisses as I take her, over and over until I am wild with passion.
“Thom, ugh...” Perrie trails off into a stream of cries.
My entire body comes alive at the connection between us. The sheer force that keeps us together and doesn’t reveal itself but is still the biggest presence in the room with us. I hold out for what seems like hours, but I know is just long enough for her to come twice. Her body goes slack, held together by only me and I don’t know how much longer I can last. Perrie rakes her nails down my back and cups my face, prompting me to look at her. The pads of her fingers press through my beard.
“I want to feel you come Thom,” the gray of our eyes meets, “come inside me.”
I know my body is that in tune with her; her voice...all of her because it only takes a few more seconds before I’m emptying myself inside of her. My breath hitches and holds until I spill every last drop, and I breathe out deeply. She brings my lips to hers and leads the kiss. Slow yet hard, like we’re memorizing every press of each other until I slip out of her with a groan.
Laying side by side, tracing each other’s skin, she starts to giggle.
