Let Me Save You

by Samantha Wolfe

  "We need to stop or I'll never get you home," I whispered to her. I looked around and didn't see her car. "Where's your car?"

  "A couple of blocks away, Andy didn't want you to see it and take off," She replied with a half smile. I snorted out a laugh.

  "I'll drive you to it," I said as I stepped back from Sydney reluctantly and unlocked the truck with the keys from my pocket. I opened the door and helped her climb in before heading over to the driver's side to get in myself. I backed out and drove a few blocks over to her car, stopping right behind her little black Honda Civic. She turned and smiled brilliantly at me, my heart beating faster from the look on her face. Her eyes were filled with lust, but there was love there too. I grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it before letting her go.

  "I love you," I said to her, my voice shaking with emotion.

  "I love you, too," she responded with another smile. She got out of the truck, and I watched her get into her car. I missed her already as I began following her home. I couldn't wait to be alone with her, so I could show her just how much she meant to me. I needed to start making up for the nightmare I had put her though. It would be a small step because I had a lot of making up to do after all, but I was looking forward to all of it.

  I managed to control myself all the way up to Sydney's apartment door. As Sydney was about to put her key into the lock, I couldn't help myself, and I stepped up close behind her. I brushed her hair aside, and started pressing kisses along her neck and shoulder. The scent of coconut and Sydney filled my nose as I breathed her in, and I couldn't help the shiver that coursed through my body. I grabbed one of her hips and pushed my already hard cock against her ass making her moan softly.

  "I need you," I whispered into her ear. Her answer was a deep ragged sigh as she fumbled with the keys in her hand. I let out a quiet laugh and stopped kissing her, so she could focus long enough to unlock the door and let us into her apartment. The moment after she closed the door and locked it; I was on her fisting her hair in my hands roughly and kissing her fiercely. She started clawing at my shirt, desperately trying to get it off of me, and I stopped kissing her long enough to pull it off over my head for her. Then her hands were on me, clawing and caressing the skin of my chest and abs. She moaned with need into my mouth as I kissed her again.

  I frantically grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up and over her head roughly, throwing it aside. She mewled as I unclasped her bra and slid it from her arms, letting it fall to the floor. I picked her up and crushed her against me, gasping as our bodies touched skin to skin, her breasts pressed against my chest. Sydney wrapped her legs around my waist and twisted my hair painfully between her fingers causing me to growl into her mouth as we devoured each other with our lips and tongues. I carried her over to the couch and abruptly threw her down onto it on her back. She stared up at me with raw lust in her eyes, and I groaned as I knelt and pulled her heels off. I opened the fly of her jeans and jerked them and her panties off of her. She spread her legs for me, and I stared at her gorgeous pussy, unable to look away for several breaths. I wanted to go down on her, but I needed to be inside her so badly I could barely string a thought together.

  "I'm going to fuck you so hard," I growled deeply.

  "Please," Sydney moaned.

  I stood long enough to kick my shoes off and pushed my jeans and boxers down, pulling them off. I climbed on top of her as I watched her eyes darken with her desire. I hovered above her as I gripped my erection in my hand and rubbed the head through her wet folds. Fuck, she was already soaked for me, and I lost my damn mind. I slammed into her suddenly, and both of us gasped at the shock of sensation.

  "Fuck!" I grunted as she wrapped her legs around my waist, her entire body writhing against me. I held perfectly still as I fought for control, my orgasm already threatening to overtake me as soon as my cock had hit bottom inside her. Her insides rippled around me, and yet I was somehow able to get control of myself and start thrusting inside her, each one pulling insane wailing cries from her mouth as I slammed into her time and again. It was raw animalistic fucking as I gave myself over to my lust.

  "So close, so close," Sydney mumbled between gasping breaths, and I reached down and pressed my thumb on her clit to push her over the edge. A long keening wail tore out of her mouth as she came, her pussy clamping down in rippling spasms around my cock. I thrust harder and faster into her, drawing her climax out, for as long as I could, before losing myself to my own release.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I growled between gritted teeth as the force of it shattered me, sending electric bolts of pleasure out from my core and surging into my limbs like a blast of liquid fire. Violent tremors took over my entire body, and I exploded inside her as I came and came, feeling like I might actually pass out and not caring at all if I did, while Sydney kept screaming and screaming in ecstasy underneath me. I collapsed on top of her, just as she quieted down and then all I could hear were our ragged gasps for air, my heart beating so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

  I slowly lifted my head from her neck to find her face slack with contentment, her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips. I kissed her softly, and she whimpered adorably into my mouth. "I love you, Sydney," I whispered against her mouth, surprised I could even utter the words right now. She mumbled something incoherent with her eyes still closed. "You still with me?" I chuckled at her softly. She nodded and opened her eyes languidly, still drunk from our shared pleasure.

  "Love you," She finally managed to say as her smile widened. "Missed you."

  "I missed you too, baby." I buried my face in her hair, wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and pulled her tight against my body, feeling grateful that I had her in my arms again. She felt like home. She grunted as I squeezed too tight, and I let her go reluctantly. I rolled her toward the front of the sofa and lay down behind her, pulling her back against my chest and folding my arms around her. "Better?" I asked her, and she nodded as she snuggled into me. A few moments later, we both drifted off to sleep.

  I didn't know how long we were out when I woke sometime later, still clasping Sydney against my chest. I carefully extricated myself from the couch without waking her and gathered up all our discarded clothing and shoes. I carried them all to her room and left them in a pile on the floor by the bed, feeling a wash of guilt inside as I thought about the last time I had been in this room and the hurtful things I had said to her. I let out a harsh sigh and shook away the feelings, not wanting to dwell on them right now. I pulled the comforter back on the bed then went out to the living room. I gathered Sydney into my arms, lifted her off the couch, and carried her to her room. She opened her eyes to look at me as I laid her down on the bed. A smile played across her lips as she blinked slowly.

  "Jensen." She said my name with such reverence that it made my heart ache. I laid on my side to her right and slowly ran my hand down her body, from her shoulder to her thigh. I leaned forward, took one of her nipples into my mouth, and swirled my tongue around the tight bud, relishing in the gasp that it eliciting from her. I gently gripped her nipple between my teeth and bit down just hard enough to make her moan, then flicked it repeatedly with my tongue. She arched her back, begging for more, and I hummed in pleasure against her tender flesh, making her shiver. I lifted my head to watch her expression as I slowly moved my hand down her belly to stop just above her sex. Her eyes hooded over, her mouth parting open as she released a long sigh. "How bad do you want me to touch you?" I asked her softly.

  "So, so bad," she whimpered in need, her hips lifting up toward my hand. It was all the invitation that I needed, and I moved my fingers between her folds, finding her soaked again. I slowly pushed two fingers into her and watched her eyes roll up into her head.

  "Yes," I whispered with my eyes half closed with desire. I thrust my fingers in and out of her a few times then added a thumb against her clit, rolling it around firmly. Sydney gasped in several shallow breaths as she tilted her pelvis up to me. "Come for me, bab
y," I said and pressed my thumb down hard onto her clit. Her body convulsed up off the mattress as she orgasmed around my fingers. Her insides clamped down as she moaned in ecstasy. Before she could come back down again, I lifted her right leg up over my hip and thrust my cock into her from behind. I pressed my fingers onto her clit and rubbed it in time with my slow thrusts in and out of her, groaning with each one. She felt so fucking good, so wet and tight. I kissed her as she climaxed again, swallowing down her cries of pleasure.

  "Jensen!" she wailed against my lips, and the sound was enough to push me over the edge. I pumped my hips into her roughly as I exploded inside her again, the waves of pleasure flowing through every part of me. I moaned her name as I ground out my climax into her, feeling such a profound connection to her that tears welled up in my eyes. I focused on her face when I was able and saw tears coursing down her cheeks. I gasped with sudden concern.

  "Sydney, baby. What's wrong?"

  ""Nothing at all," she whispered as she looked back at me with a smile. "I just love you so much, it overwhelms me."

  "Me too," I agreed as a single tear escaped my eye and trickled down my cheek. Sydney reached up and wiped it away. I kissed her and gathered her into my arms. "I love you," I said in a shaking voice before drifting off to sleep, feeling more satisfied and content then I could ever remember before in my life.

  When I woke up, it was morning already and Sydney was still fast asleep in my arms. Neither of us had moved at all. I realized with a sigh of relief that I had slept through the whole night, and if I did have a nightmare, I certainly didn't remember it. I squeezed her tighter against me, nuzzling my face in her hair. Fuck, I had missed her so much, missed the feel of her against me, her scent, and the sound of her gentle breathing as she slept in my arms. I didn't ever want to let her go again. Unfortunately, my bladder had other ideas.

  I unwrapped myself carefully from around Sydney's body with a soft groan, stood up next to the bed, and covered her up with the blankets. I paused to look at her beautiful face relaxed in sleep. I reached down to caress her cheek and smiled as she sighed in contentment at my touch. My love for her swelled up inside me and threatened to overwhelm me. I closed my eyes, letting the feeling soak into my bones for a moment, before I walked out of the room reluctantly and headed down the hall into the bathroom to take care of business. When I was finished, I thought I heard a noise coming from down the hallway as I pressed the lever on the toilet. After the toilet finished flushing, I listened intently for a few seconds and didn't hear anything again. I figured I must be imagining things, so I left the bathroom to go back to Sydney. Half way there I realized how thirsty I was, so I continued down the hall to the kitchen to see if there was any orange juice in the refrigerator.

  I walked out of the hall into the living area and was greeted by a shriek of surprise. I jumped then froze, finding myself standing there stark naked and staring across the room at a startled Lauren. She was next to the kitchen table with her purse clutched against her chest. Her wide eyes drifted down my body, and I instinctively covered myself with my hands. "Sorry!" I yelled as I turned and rushed back into Sydney's room. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. "Fuck me!" I exclaimed and looked at the bed to see Sydney sitting up to stare groggily at me.

  "What's going on?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes. "I thought I heard a scream."

  "I just fucking flashed your sister."

  "You did what?" she asked, her voice rising in disbelief.

  "I went to look for some juice, and your sister was in the kitchen," I said in embarrassment, feeling my face growing warm. Sydney's eyes widened as she focused on my face, and then she started laughing. "Why are you laughing?" I asked with a scowl. "It's not fucking funny."

  "Are you blushing?" she asked incredulously as she giggled.

  "No!" I blurted out a denial, even though I knew it was complete bullshit. It was a bizarre sensation. I couldn't remember the last time I had been embarrassed like this. My own nudity rarely bothered me, but for some reason, having Sydney's sister see me naked had me blushing like a prude. She laughed even more at my pathetic denial and after a moment, I felt a corner of my mouth trying to pull up into a wry smile.

  "Okay, fine," I admitted, trying to keep scowling at her and failing miserably. "I'm blushing. Don't get used to it."

  "Then I had better make the most out of this," she said as she climbed off the bed, picked my clothes up off the floor, and tossed them at me.

  "What the hell does that mean?" I asked in confusion as I pulled my boxers and jeans on.

  "I want to see your face when you go out there to face her again," she said with a knowing smile as she opened a drawer to pull out some clothes.

  "Fuck me," I said to myself in realization, suddenly wishing we weren't on the fifth floor, so I could escape through the window. At that moment, another horrible realization hit me. After what I had done to Sydney last week, I had to face the wrath of Mama Bear. "I poked the fucking bear," I mumbled under my breath, my face feeling slack with trepidation.

  "What?" Sydney asked as she pulled on a pair of black yoga pants.

  "Lauren's going to kick my ass."

  "Why would she do that?" she asked with confusion.

  "Did you tell her what I did to you last week?" I asked quietly as the guilt and regret I felt every time I thought about it filled me.

  "Don't worry," she said as she slipped on a T-shirt and walked over to me. "I'll explain everything to her. She'll understand." She looked up at me with a reassuring smile and placed her hand on my bare chest. I sighed at the sensation.

  "I certainly hope so," I said as I pulled Sydney into a hug.

  "I'll protect you," she said, her cheek pressed against my chest.

  "I feel safer already." I snorted in amusement and kissed the top of her head.

  "Good. Now put your shirt on. You don't want to give Lauren another heart attack," she said as she stepped back and smiled wryly at me. I pulled my shirt on over my head and followed Sydney out of her bedroom, suddenly feeling like I was being led to my execution.

  "Good morning, Lauren," Sydney said cheerfully as we walked out of the hall. Lauren was standing in front of the open refrigerator door with her back to us.

  "Hey, guys," Lauren replied. "How do you feel about French toast?"

  So, I guess we were going to act like nothing happened. I could live with that.

  "Sounds good to me," Sydney answered. Lauren turned her head to smile at her sister, but when her eyes fell on me, the smile faded, and I could see anger boiling in her eyes. I was certain that it had nothing to do with seeing me naked earlier. I wanted to shrink away from her intense gaze.

  "Jensen," Lauren said in greeting, but the word was laced with a hint of contempt. I almost looked away, not knowing what to say. I was angry at myself for what I had done, and I couldn't blame her for feeling that way herself. Sydney wasn't the only one that I had a lot to make up to. "Sydney," Lauren said without pulling her eyes away from me. "Why don't you go get cleaned up. I need to have a word with Jensen." Sydney opened her mouth to protest, but I met here eyes and gave her a small shake of my head. Lauren deserved an explanation and a chance to say what she needed to say. If berating me made her feel better, then I could take it. Sydney gave me a questioning look as if to ask if I was sure I wanted to do this. I nodded reluctantly and gave her a small smile to reassure her.

  "Okay." She returned my nod and left the room, looking back at me with a concerned expression. Fuck, maybe this was my execution. I turned back to Lauren and took a seat on a stool at the breakfast bar and looked at her expectantly, ready to take my lumps.

  "Do you remember what I asked you the last time you were here?" she asked as she began cracking eggs into a large bowl in front of me, her face deadly serious as she looked at me.

  "I do," I said quietly as I met her eyes. She had asked me what my intentions with her sister were, and I knew where this was going.

  "Then you remember what
your answer was too?"

  "Yes."

  "You told me that you had no intention of hurting my sister, and that you loved her."

  I closed my eyes and nodded with a deep sigh.

  "Yet, last week I got a call from a hysterically crying Sydney while I'm at work, and I have to rush home to pick up the pieces after you ripped her apart," she continued, her voice rising. "Is that how you treat the people you love?"

  "I fucked up, Lauren." I looked up to meet her eyes again. "I know I did, but you have to understand why."

  "Alright, I'm listening." She crossed her arms and looked at me expectantly, her eyes hard and intense. I felt my heart rate rising. Talking about my nightmares was something that could easily set off a panic attack. I clenched my fists in my lap as I fought to keep my breathing slow and even.

  "I...I have nightmares," I stammered uncomfortably. "Almost every night about..." My voice trailed off as my breathing started to get away from me. My chest was starting to feel tight. Lauren's eyes abruptly looked pensive and concerned as she watched me. Fuck, how was I going to explain anything if I couldn't even get the words out? "About my b...brother and..." I squeezed my eyes shut in desperation as I tried to suck in several deep breaths, but I was losing control. I could feel myself start trembling uncontrollably. No, not here, not now.

  "Jensen, look at me." My eyes flew open to find that Lauren had come around the counter and was sitting on the stool next to mine. She sat looking at me, her face and voice calm. "I need you to focus on your breathing. Okay?" I nodded jerkily, unable to speak past my panicked breaths. "We're going to count to ten, and we're going to take a slow deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth each time." She spoke slowly and evenly as she held my gaze with hers. I nodded again as I turned to face her.

  She began counting, and I tried to sync my breathing with hers. The first two or three were difficult, but each one got easier than the last. When I relaxed my hands, she took them in hers, and it helped me focus as I squeezed her hands desperately. By the time she got to seven, I could feel the tightness in my chest starting to loosen. By nine and ten, I had stopped shaking and my breathing was almost back to normal again.