“Of course, it wasn’t your fault. Whatever happened, I know you would never allow anything bad to happen to Emily.” Conviction rang in my voice.
If there was one thing I knew for certain was that Andrew would do anything for his little sister. He always invited her to the movies with us growing up and made sure she had the snacks she wanted before the show started. She spent so much time with us that I use to joke she was our daughter, and he would always respond that he hoped our daughter looked just like me.
I sat silent for a few moments thinking about what he’d said. If Emily was hurt and he was blaming himself, he would have lashed out and I caught the brunt of his helplessness and sorrow. He somehow felt he had failed her and that eventually, he would fail me too. Only, he could never fail me.
The desire to kiss him overtook me. I threw the pillow aside and moved until I was straddling his lap as I gently kissed his lips, hoping to express my needed to be with him. It had been years since we had made love and I hoped I was still enough for him. The reality of our promise to be each other’s only had been shattered but the future of being each other’s last was still possible.
I allowed her to control the kiss as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her fully onto my quickly hardening erection, her legs straddling my lap. I gently moved my hands to her head, cupping her beautiful face and pouring every ounce of love I had missed into the simple act of affection. I had loved her since the first day I met her and I never thought I would have another chance to be with her. To love her.
She pulled back, staring me in the eyes, “What’s wrong baby?” I asked, leaning my forehead against hers as she spoke.
“I’m…I’m afraid I’m not enough for you anymore.” She confessed, a look of worry on her face.
“Enough?” I paused, trying to figure out what she meant when it dawned on me so I pulled back. “Sexually? You’re afraid you aren’t enough for me sexually anymore?” The shock of her thinking that just being with her isn’t the best thing I have ever experienced had me stunned, but to fear she wouldn’t live up to the sluts I had been with made me angry at myself all over again.
What kind of assholes had she gone out with that made her feel like her body was less than perfect and her lovemaking wasn’t phenomenal?
“Can I ask you something very personal?” I inquired, treading on very thin ice with what I was about to say.
“I guess.” She said, chewing on her bottom lip, a sign she was worried. I made sure to wrap my arms around her waist in case she got angry and tried to pull away from me. She was in my arms and that’s where she was staying.
The thought of others touching her made me unreasonably livid, but I was keeping my emotions schooled. I was the one who sent her away, straight into the arms of men who didn’t appreciate her or cherish her like she should have been. I didn’t want to know the answer but I needed to ask anyway. “How many guys have you been with since me?”
She pushed against my chest trying to get away so I drug her closer towards me. “That’s none of your business. How many women have you been with?” she spat back at me, the resentment evident on her face.
“Truthfully? I have been with six other women since I was with you, but they meant absolutely nothing to me. I tried to get over you but realized they were only a distraction, someone I used for a release. I’m not proud of it but I promised to tell you the truth, so there it is.”
“You expect me to believe you have only been with six other women in four years. As handsome as you are. Do you think I’m stupid?” She tried to push away from me again.
Once again, I dragged her back, only this time, I flexed my stiff cock against her panty covered pussy and she let out a slight groan, letting me know she was getting wet for me. I could always tell when she was horny by the blush of her skin and by the color on her chest, she was well on her way to having dripping wet panties.
“I don’t think you are stupid and I’m not lying. I’ve had sex with six other women but I have let more than that give me a blowjob. I don’t sleep with women anymore, but I do use them to get off. Does that make me an asshole? Yes, it does. Wait…you think I’m handsome?” I asked as I began to run my nose against her long slender neck, breathing in the scent that was all Caroline.
She leaned her head to the side as I began to slowly kiss and nibble the slope of her neck, her hips making small movements against my manhood.
“Do you think I’m handsome?” I asked again, this time punctuating the sentence with a roll of my hips while I kissed her ear and worked my way back towards her amazing lips. “Answer me, baby.”
“You know I do.” She moaned as I pulled back and looked at her. “That’s not the only question on the table. Please tell me.”
“More than you. More than six. Can we leave it at that?” she asked, suddenly not as receptive to my advances.
More than six. How many more? Stop dwelling on something you have no control over and can’t change. She did what she did and you have no room to talk, asshole.
“I just wanted to know why you thought you wouldn’t be enough for me, baby. I never want you to feel bad about anything that happened after what I did to you. You were living your life and I have to come to terms with the thought of other men touching you.” I told her honestly.
“And I have to come to terms with other women having touched you. I hate it but it’s a part of who we are now.” She made a small stroke against my cock, reminding me it was time to ask the million-dollar question.
“Do you forgive me for what I did to you, Caroline? For what I said? Do we have a chance to try again?” I prayed she agreed to give us another chance at our happiness
“I’d like to try. I’m not sure how it will work with the distance between us but…”
I silenced her with a demanding kiss as I forced my tongue into her mouth and began to fuck her mouth the way I planned to fuck her pussy very shortly. I pulled back to catch my breath and looked her in the eyes for her consent.
A simple head nod from her and I dove back in, ravaging her with the desire that had been building inside of me for years, my hand tangled in her silky blonde hair.
With trembling hands, she began to unbutton my shirt and worked the top button of my jeans open, but before she could push the material off my chest, I took the thin straps of her dress and pulled them down her arms, exposing her perky breasts to the cool room air. Her nipples hardened into small buds that had me leaning down to suck one into my mouth, a moan escaping from her.
I used my other hand to knead her small tits as I switched between kissing, sucking and nipping the sensitive tips. Caroline always loved for me to play with her breasts and I planned to feast on them before the day was through.
I kissed back up her neck and whispered into her ear, “I have something to show you but promise you won’t freak out.”
“Okay.” Her voice heavy with lust.
I opened my shirt so she could see what I had tattooed on me the night I arrived in New Orleans. One look at the tattoo had her eyes filling with tears as she pushed the shirt off both my arms and threw it behind her into the large suite. Leaning down to kiss the ink embedded into my skin, she looked up at me and asked me with a quiver in her voice, “When?”
“The night I got here. I couldn’t live without having a part of you with me, always, I found a reputable artist and gave him a picture of us from our senior prom. The one where you were staring at the camera and I was looking at you with that huge smile on my face. It captured the light in your beautiful green eyes perfectly and I had him do the work in one session, the pain reminding me of what I had thrown away. He added the angel wings after we talked throughout the session. He understood I was mentally destroyed over what I had said to you and added them after he heard me calling you my angel.” I explained, hoping to convey that my love for her never diminished and never wavered.
“I don’t know what to say but it’s beautiful. I got a tattoo to remind me of you too.
” She responded, looking at me with need as her hand stayed on the tattoo of her eyes.
“What did you get and where it is?” my voice turning husky as I gently thrust up into her core which was situated directly above my throbbing cock.
She stood up, turned toward the bedroom and began to pull her sundress off over her head as she looked over her shoulder and replied, “Why don’t you come and find it?” Her sultry gaze admired my toned body as her dress hit the floor, leaving her in her white silken panties. Her ass swayed with each step towards her bedroom and my cock grew impossibly hard inside my jeans.
I jumped up and followed her into the suite’s large bedroom, a king-sized bed situated across from a huge set of glass doors that lead out to a balcony. She was standing in the middle of the room, a look of hunger on her face as I marched right up to her and picked her up, gently tossing her onto the bed. She leaned up on her elbows to observe me stalking up from the foot of the bed, kissing each leg as I made my way towards her cloth covered mound.
I could smell her arousal as the air grew heavy around us. As I made my way further up, I still hadn’t found the tattoo she alluded to and there was only so much covered skin left. I ran my nose up the damp spot of the panties and gave the wet material a full lick before I continued my trek up her body.
She had taken great care of her body over the years and I was at a loss on where I wanted to caress next. I made my way up to her breasts, kissing each and plucking her hardened nipples, giving each a small twist before I made my way back to her mouth, kissing her as I ground my thick cock against her wet core.
“I don’t see any ink, baby. Where could it possibly be?” I asked the rhetorical question, knowing it was somewhere under the tiny panties she had on and I was determined to find wherever it was.
“There’s only a couple of places it could be. Why don’t you go look for it?” She playfully responded as I made my way back down her body and tugged on her panties with my teeth, the smell of her sex getting stronger with each passing minute.
Pulling her soaked panties down her legs and tossing them aside, I found a small ladybug tattooed on her right inner hip, almost too small to see. I leaned down and kissed the little red creature, knowing it was my pet name for her growing up. She used to love to catch the small animals and the name just stuck.
“I love it.” I told her before I placed a gentle kiss on her exposed pussy, the taste on my lips familiar and comforting.
“Please, Andrew,” she whined, as I kept placing gentle kisses in and around her throbbing clit without giving her satisfaction where she needed.
Giving her one slow lick from back to front, I began to flick her tongue against her hard clit at a slow pace, her hips rocking with the slow rhythm as I brought her closer to her orgasm with each stroke of my tongue. I pushed one finger inside of her and was shocked at how tight her pussy was.
Showing my devotion to her amazing pussy, I continued to lick her clit and worked a second finger into her. I pulled her hard nub into my mouth as I pumped two fingers into her dripping pussy feeling it tighten right before her back bowed off the bed and her hand grabbed the back of my head, forcing my mouth onto her pussy as she came all over my hand and face.
She was breathing heavy as I worked my way back up her body and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on my mouth.
“Make love to me Andrew.” Her voice was dripping with lust.
I removed my pants and boxers letting my engorged erection bob free as I crawled back between her legs and dragged my cock through her wet folds. I needed to feel her bare for a moment before I covered myself with the barrier protecting us both.
I had placed a condom on the pillow next to her. I grabbed it to put it on rolling the latex over my thick cock and rubbing her clit, causing her to gyrate her hips and push forward, trying to get me to slip inside.
I slowly pushed my cock inside her wetness until my pelvis was flush against hers, the feeling of her tight pussy better than I remembered. The groan coming from both of us as we reconnected was deep and primal as I withdrew and pushed back inside of her, needing to feel her wet pussy come around my cock.
She pulled her legs up around my waist as I grabbed her behind both knees and forced her legs to the bed, driving myself deeper and harder into her dripping cunt. Drawing a hard nipple into my mouth, I quickened my pace, hoping she would come before I blew my load. I needed her to come so I let go of one of her legs and began to rub her hard clit, her voice rising with each swipe of my finger and every thrust of my hips.
Using my body to hold her other leg to the bed, I began to whisper words of love and devotion in her ear, telling her how much I missed her and how badly I needed her.
When I felt the first flutters of her pussy, I increased my pace, relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure.
“Oh, Andrew! Oh God! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she chanted as her body flexed and her pussy rippled around my cock coming with a force I had never experienced with her. The tightening of her slick channel drew my orgasm from me as I slammed my hips into hers and forced my cock as deep as I could while I pumped come into the latex barrier separating us.
I laid there on top of her, her hands absently drawing patterns on my back as I took comfort in the beating of her heart beneath me. Slowly, I began to pull away from her as I looked into her eyes and expressed the only words I could. “I love you.”
Her hand came up to my face as she kissed me. “I love you too.” Her eyes relaying the truth that, somehow, she still loved me.
I reluctantly pulled my softening cock from the warmth of her pussy when I looked down and realized the condom had a tear at the tip and was empty. I panicked a little but tried to reason this was fate trying to keep us together. I have never been with anyone else without a condom and the one time I use one with Caroline, it breaks.
“Caroline?”
“Huh?” she asked, a content look on her face as she laid naked beneath me, more beautiful than I remembered.
“Are you still on the pill?” I asked, hoping to keep my tone even and not let her know I was freaking out a little inside. I didn’t know if she was ready for a baby and I didn’t want to rush things with her just forgiving me.
“Yes, why?” looking down at the broken condom still attached to my softened dick as her eyes grew wider, a look of panic on her face.
“You are the only person I have been with without a condom…ever. I’m clean, I promise.” I explained trying to calm us both down. A child isn’t the worst thing that could happen to us.
“I’m clean too. Don’t worry. I still take my pill every night before bed. We’re covered.” She said, a small smile on her face.
“Good.” I replied as I took the broken condom off my hardening cock and moved back up pushing inside her as we made love for the next few hours, re-exploring each other’s bodies and reacquainting ourselves with every orgasm and whispered words of love.
His soft breath against my face and strong tattooed arms wrapped around me gave me a feeling of contentment. I hadn’t experienced in a while as I awoke in his arms, having fallen asleep after making love. I laid still, not wanting to wake him, as I reveled in the feeling of completion that had overwhelmed me the moment our bodies reconnected.
The piece of my soul that he had broken was mending itself and I smiled my first real smile in what felt like years. If someone had told me that I’d be lying in bed with Andrew again, sated after making love for hours, I would have laughed in their face and died a little more on the inside, wishing it was true.
I looked up at him and marveled at how handsome the boy I fell in love with all those years ago had grown up to be. His beautiful hazel eyes opened and looked down on me, a smile breaking out across his face.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said as he leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead and releasing a sign of contentment. “How long did we sleep?”
“About an hour. Do you want to go get some food or would you like me to order fr
om room service?” I asked him, hoping he wanted to stay in the room.
“We can order room service. I don’t want to share you with anyone yet. I do need to check on Emily and make sure she’s doing okay.” He replied as he kissed me and rolled out of bed, his tight, muscular ass flexing with each step as he went into the living room area and came back with both of our phones and the room service menu.
I sat up in bed and he joined me, our backs against the headrest as I leaned my head on his shoulder, looking over our food options while he called his little sister. He seems to be more protective of her than he used to be but I assume it is from her accident and how badly she was injured.
I began to wonder what could have happened to her to cause her to be so seriously hurt but knew he had given me all he was going to on the subject, at least for now, so I wouldn’t push. I needed to tread carefully because we were leaving tomorrow and I still didn’t know where we were headed.
Was today just a good-bye fuck, a final I’ll-see-you-later to the love we shared?
I found myself thinking about life without him again, of going back to Atlanta knowing the distance would drive us apart. The lonely nights and the horrible first dates, trying to find someone who can come close to what he and I were together and what we shared.
I knew, at one time, our love was written in the stars. Now, I was beginning to second guess myself and what we had just done. How could I have had sex with him knowing I’m leaving? Why did I let this to happen? Why did I give men what they need before I think about what is best for my wounded heart?
You needed to feel his love, even if it broke your heart, you silly, stupid girl. You survived losing him once, hopefully, you can survive again.
His conversation brought me out of my depressive haze and back into the moment.
“Are you having a good time?… That’s nice. Is Josh being a gentleman to you?” he asked her, not knowing she was safer with Josh than anyone I had ever met. “Good… Yes, I’m with Caroline…. Okay, I’ll ask her, hold on a minute.” As he put the phone against the bed and looked over at me.
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