Because Of Love

She wanted to do this for him, knowing very well how much not being able to get it up had factored into his anxiety. This was her, willingly giving him treatment. She pushed her ass out then shoved it back, hard. He gasped, his thigh muscles under her contracting and pushing her up. She reared back and did it again. Whatever he’d been trying to say died on his tongue. His lips parted with each heavy breath, his brows pinched tight as he stared down at the place where they were joined. He suddenly pushed himself up, leaning on one taunt arm, hand pressed flat on the mattress of the bed. The other arm around her waist, he moved under her, rocking against her. He looked like he was in pain, distressed, exerted. He took control, moving forward to meet her as he pulled her with that arm around her waist to crush against him with each deep stroke. As close as she was to her third flight, it still didn’t seem to be enough for him. He pushed his pelvis up, pushing them both off the bed and her into a crouching position above him. Coming off the bed, he balanced them both on his one arm and the heels of his feet. Infected by his madness, she found herself on the chase again. When she pushed out, he pulled away until just the tip of him was left inside her. When she swung in, he came up slamming into her and making her clutch around him hard. Again and again they danced to this frenzied rhythm until he finally shattered with a shout, coming so hard as he bucked wildly, he nearly threw her off. He dropped onto the bed, the arm that had held them up coming to hook on her right shoulder pulled her down to meet him as he pushed up again and again as he finished until her own orgasm was ripped out of her. They rocked in a sedated pace as she milked him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms around his neck. Sitting on the bed with his arms banded around her like a vice, his thighs under her shaking violently, they slowed down to a sway, pulling every last bit of pleasure from each other. As she counted to five between each deep breath she took, she listened as he tried to catch his own breath, hot and heavy he panted in her ear as her hand moved slowly up and down his wet back soothingly. Once in control, he pulled back and crushed his lips against hers. She returned the kiss knowingly, wishing she didn’t have to but having no other choice if she was to save herself from falling completely and foolishly in love with him.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers and whispered, “Bellissimo.”

Yes, what they just shared was beautiful and intense. She would happily do it again if it wasn’t just sex. She loved him, she willingly admitted that as tears burned her throat. She loved him but to him, she was just a distraction to his problems.

“This won’t happen again.”

He pulled back, his brows pulled together in concern. “Why not?”

She shook her head no, looking away from him. “It just can’t.”

After a moment of silence he finally said, “Then give me today. I want to sleep whilst inside you. Wake up with you cuddled up against me. Sit on the couch and watch TV naked with you in my arms. Cook for you and eat with you and talk about everything and nothing without a stitch on us. Be buried deep inside you on every single surface in this apartment then fall asleep with our arms and legs wrapped around each other.”

She smiled sadly as she nodded. She wanted every single thing he’d just mentioned, but she wanted it with love. She didn’t want to be anyone’s fuck buddy, and the treatment was over.

“Fun day you have planned there. I noticed naked was the running theme.”

She felt him tug at her hair, pulling her head back until their eyes met. “I swear it’s not the sex. It’s you.”

She nodded solemnly. “You keep saying that and yet, here we are.”

“Talia…”

“We can do all that and keep our clothes on if you still want to. Besides, the first time you slept, there was no sex involved.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He silently assessed her with that all seeing critical gaze of his under hooded eyes then nodded, shifted then brought them both down on the bed with her laying on his chest. “Deal. But let’s order out. I’m too tired to cook.”

She chuckled. “Good idea, and anyway, I don’t believe you can cook. You’ll probably burn water.”

She yelped at the sharp swat on her bare butt cheek but before she could complain, deep breathing sounds filled her ears. Gently she turned and lifted her head to look. With his head on her favorite pillow, cheek pressed into the downy softness, raven black hair spread out just above his turned forehead, the man was fast asleep. For someone who has insomnia, he knocked out faster than a horse on tranquilizer. Long eyelashes that would retain as hire as natural hair extensions hid his sharp penetrating gaze, his full almost bruised lips slightly parted reminded her of her own battle ridden ones, and his body completely relaxed including the arms wrapped around her holding her to him made him appear disarming, that hard edge somewhat dulled by sleep. An unarguable explanation to his besiege on her apartment and life. How could she not let him stay knowing she could give him what he so desperately needed?