Текст книги "Scorched"

Автор книги: R. Holmes

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“I’m going to start working on Nan’s house. I want to use some of the money that she left me to put furniture in the house. I want to work on making it mine.”

“I already told you that I will help Ember, you don’t have to hire someone to do it. I can do it.” I tell her for the tenth time, since we’ve had this discussion before.

“I don’t want to put too much on you Hale... You need to rest more and prop your leg up.”

“Don’t worry about me baby, I’ve got this. How about we go furniture shopping this weekend? I’ll bring the truck and you can pick out whatever you want.” I see her eyes light up at the thought. It’s sad that something as simple as that would be what makes her happy.

“Yes! We also need to get a tree... Christmas is in three weeks. God Hale, the first Christmas we’re spending together. It makes me so happy! We have so much to decorate. Do you want to decorate your dad’s too?” She looks so hopeful. I don’t want to tell her I don’t give a shit what holiday it is as long as she’s with me. I’ll dress like fucking Santa Claus if it makes her happy.

“We can just do Nan’s. I’ll stay over with you for Christmas. What do you want?” I know she’ll say nothing, but I’ll be damned. I’m making this the best fucking Christmas she’s ever had.

“The fact that you’re here is enough of a present to last me a lifetime. Trust me.” She gives me a smile that loosens up the ice surrounding my heart.

We spend the night talking about old times, learning new things about the other, and laughing at old stories about our childhood. Tomorrow she starts back to school and dance three days a week and it’ll be hard to have a moment to ourselves. I plan on spending the rest of the night inside her tight body, showing her just how much I plan to worship her.

I came up with the idea while her head was buried inside of an English book. I’ve been searching for over a week for something to get her for Christmas, something that was perfect. She didn’t want any material things, but I got her a pair of diamond earrings that I hope she’ll wear. Now, with only two weeks left, I’m fucking panicking. I need to talk to B and get her to help me set it up without Ember finding out. I want it to be a complete surprise. Jared mentioned a few weeks ago that if I ever wanted to use his hunting cabin to just let him know. You know to get away from all the “town talk” he says. As I sit here watching Ember so submersed in the book, she probably doesn’t even realize I’m watching her, I got the idea to take her there. She gets out for winter break this Friday, and I want to take her up there and spend a few days. His cabin is way out in the woods in the middle of fucking nowhere right on the lake, and I know she’ll love it. I know she’s bummed that B is flying to Colorado to spend Christmas at Nashville’s parents, but I think this will make up for it.

Her coughing pulls me from my thoughts. She sounds like she’s hacking up a lung. Reaching over I press my hand against her forehead to try and gauge her temperature.

“Jesus Ember, you’re burning up. Close the books, c’mon. Go upstairs. When did you start feeling bad?”

“It’s just the weather. I don’t think being in the rain the other day helped. I need to finish this paper, but I’ll go to bed as soon as I’m done I promise.” Her cheeks are flushed from the fever and she has her brown hair in a pile on the top of her head. She’s wearing my old football hoodie, some pajama pants, and still has the blanket wrapped around her.

“Baby, you’ve got a fever, you need to take something and get your ass in bed. The paper can wait till you feel better.” I pick the book up and close it, making sure to mark her place. I bend down and pick her up right off the couch, ignoring her squeals of protest and start up the stairs. Once in the bedroom I set her down on the bed and pull back the covers, tucking her in tight.

I leave her in there to get some Tylenol and a Gatorade from the fridge. Walking back into the room I see her sound asleep and curled into a ball. I hate to wake her up, but she has to break the fever.

“Em, baby. Wake up I need you to take this for me.” I nudge her gently pulling her from sleep. She quickly swallows the pills and lays down, burrowing into the covers. If she’s not feeling better by morning, then we’re going to the doctor. I’ll have to call out of work. I go back downstairs to lock the house up, cut the lights off and feed Deacon then head to the bathroom for a quick shower. I dry off with the plush brown towel that Ember insisted on buying on the “furniture” trip that ended up being an every fucking thing under the sun trip. The things I do for my woman, yeah? I cut the light off and walk back into the bedroom, slipping inside the covers next to her. Her body radiates heat, but nothing like it was before the medicine. I pull her body against mine and tuck her head against my chest. I never want to take this for granted... all these moments that seem so small.

For the first time in years, I sleep peacefully. I didn’t wake up drenched in sweat from the same nightmare that has been replaying in my head like a broken fucking record. I did wake up drenched in sweat because of the furnace that was pressed against me. I realize that furnace is Ember and she’s fucking burning up. I run my fingers through her hair, “Wake up baby. We need to get you to the doctor. You’re sick.” She groans and moves her body away from me. I chuckle, “Sorry Sweet Girl, I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to get dressed. Can you get your clothes on?” I hope out of bed and throw some clothes on then head downstairs and throw some food in Deacons bowl. I finish getting everything ready and run to the car to turn it on and warm it up. By the time I make it back upstairs I see Ember has changed, but is laying back down in bed.

“C’mon babe, let’s go.” I call from the door. She gets up slowly and pulls the hoodie closer to her. We stop only to grab some medicine from the kitchen and then we’re out the door. I grab her purse that she forgot in her haze and get in the Camaro. The heats blowing full force and I see her still shivering. I’m sure it’s the flu and if I hadn’t made her go she would probably still be in that bed. Damn frustrating woman.

The doctor’s office is packed when we finally make it inside. People are everywhere, all coughing and sneezing. I’m automatically on alert, taking in my surroundings and willing myself not to breakout in a cold sweat. We walk toward the reception desk and speak with the nurse who looks frustrated and overwhelmed. She hands Ember a clipboard and a pen, asking her to fill it out and bring it back. We find a seat towards the back of the room and she begins filling out the paperwork. I feel so damn helpless not being able to make her better. When she’s finished I walk the clipboard back to the nurse who tells me that they’ll call her name when they’re ready.

After waiting over an hour the nurse finally comes through the door and calls her name. We follow through the door from the waiting room and we’re placed in a small room with instructions that the doctor would be in shortly. Tucking Ember tighter to my side, I place a kiss on her forehead, hating the burn of her fever against my lips.

The doctor finally comes in and pokes and prods her, taking a swab of her throat and promptly diagnosing the flu. Shocker. He prescribes an antibiotic for the ear infection that she hadn’t even mentioned and said she would be down for about a week. So, I would be staying at Nan’s to take care of her. Perfect, I can get some shit done around the house that Ember refused to let me do. We make a stop at Walmart on the way home to get her prescriptions, junk food, and lots of juice. I made her stay in the car while I ran in and got everything. As soon as we make it into the house, she walks to the couch, bundles up with the covers, and is asleep within a minute.

Ember

My entire body feels like it’s been hit by an eighteen wheeler carrying the heaviest cargo ever. Even my eyes hurt. I’ve spent the past three days in bed and only today do I feel well enough to get out of bed and move around. Hale has been so sweet, I can hardly stand it. He’s waited on me hand and foot, and he even washed my hair in the shower. I’m hoping to feel better by the weekend so we can decorate the house and put the tree up. I swear Hale has spent more days here than at his Dad’s. Deacon has a doggy bed right by my bed.

Hale’s fingers run through my hair causing a moan to leave my lips. It feels like heaven. I look up and see him looking down at me, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Finally, those eyes I’ve been missing,” he jokes.

“I still don’t feel one hundred percent, just not so deathly. I think I’ll take a bubble bath. I could use someone to wash my back….” I tell him teasingly. Sitting up, I leave him there and walk to the bathroom. I take off the old hoodie I’m wearing, tossing it to the side and turning the faucet on, running the hot water and adding too many bubbles. I’m reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra when I hear the door open. Looking over my shoulder I see Hale standing in the doorway. His eyes travel the length of my body and he steps inside, closing the door behind him. He reaches behind his head and pulls the white t-shirt he was wearing off. He stalks toward me and without warning takes my lips in a kiss so fierce, I lose my breath.

“Time for that bath right baby?” He smirks, dropping his jeans and briefs standing there in front of me gloriously naked. It never gets old seeing his body. His knee the only imperfection on him, and it’s not even something I notice anymore. The only time it’s brought to attention is when he’s done too much and it starts to ache. He works out tirelessly every night keeping his body in top shape and God does it pay off. His stomach is chiseled with each carved muscle standing out prominently. There’s a fine strip of hair from his belly button leading downward and my mouth waters. I want to lick every inch of him. My fingers itch to touch him, to acquaint myself with every muscle on his body. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my yoga pants and drag them down my hips. Leaving me in nothing but an old cotton bra and panties. His hands travel to my face, grasping both sides as his lips connect with mine. His tongue parting the seam of my mouth and slipping inside. He moves his hands from my cheeks, down my sides, and over my hips, grasping my thighs and picking me up. He deposits me on the counter and we come together in a frenzy. It’s never been like this. He’s always gentle and tender, like I’m going to break beneath him; this is raw and primal. His fingers travel to the front of my body inside the panties that are soaked through. Pushing his fingers inside my body, he fucks me while his thumb rubs against my clit.

“That’s it baby, use my fingers, and take what you need from me.” He whispers against my ear, his stubble causing a delicious burn I want to feel between my legs. The sound of water splashing causes me to startle.

“Oh fuck!” Hale bellows, slipping his fingers from me and running towards the tub that’s now overflowing all over the bathroom floor. All I can do is laugh as he slips in the puddle of water and barely catches himself on the edge of the porcelain tub.

“Jesus Christ!” He quickly shuts the water off and sticks his hand in to remove the stopper, causing more water to slosh over the side. Naked and bent over the tub full of bubbles, he looks over at me and laughs. “Fuck, so much for that huh?”

I hop down from the counter and reach behind me to unsnap my bra, pushing it off my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Reaching inside for a burst of confidence I slide the panties down my legs and kick them to the side. Walking towards him, I drop down to my knees in front of him and watch his eyes go wide. A look of disbelief resting on his face.

“Em you don’t have t-“ he begins to say, but halts on a groan as my lips wrap around the head of his cock. I feel his hands tangle in my hair as I slide as far down as I can go without gagging. Lots of research was involved in this, I just wanted some way to make him feel as good as he makes me feel, daily. I never imagined it would be something I actually enjoyed doing. I slowly slide him out of my mouth and he groans as it makes a pop sound. I wrap my hands around him and slide my tongue from the tip to the base. I take him inside my mouth, sucking gently until his hands tighten in my hair, “Fucking Christ Ember, you have to stop.” I look up at him and he gently pulls me back and off my knees.

“I will die a happy man Sweet Girl. God, you’re fucking incredible.” Bringing his mouth down on mine he slips his tongue inside, not mentioning the taste of him on my tongue. I’m suddenly lifted off my feet as he steps inside the bathtub that’s now half full and sits. He never breaks our kiss, deepening it as his tongue strokes my own.

“Ride me baby. Fuck, I need to be inside you,” he whispers against my ear. His filthy mouth alone has me ready to fall over the edge. Rising up on my knees that straddle his waist, he brings himself to my opening. I grip his shoulders and slowly sink down on him until he’s buried to the hilt. There’s no better feeling than him inside of me, stretching and filling me. My head falls back in ecstasy as I grind against him. Loving the feel of his stomach grazing my clit. He bends his head down to take my nipple into his mouth, giving it a hard suck and a nip. Together we move, each finding the perfect rhythm. His hands grip my hips as he brings me down on his cock. I feel my body begin to crest and ready to crash like a wave. His name slips from my lips along with chants to God. Taking my words as encouragement, he slams me down harder with each thrust until I cry out and I feel myself tighten around him; losing myself in the best orgasm of my life. He pulls me against him and buries his face in my neck as he groans my name, spilling himself inside me. We stay there momentarily, riding the aftershocks of what we just shared, neither wanting to part. His fingers run a lazy path down my spine inciting shivers.

“I love you.” Those words are such simple words but are a testament of everything we’ve endured. They are just three small words that can mean nothing to some but mean everything to us. The water cools around us and my skin begins to prune, but in this moment there’s nothing that would take me from Hale.

Hale

Throwing the last bag into the trunk of the Camaro, I slam it shut and my eyes travel to Ember standing on the porch as she gives B a hug goodbye. They act like we’re moving halfway across the country, instead of going to the cabin for four days. Finally the tears and hugs stop and I give Nash a handshake and B a kiss to her forehead and we’re off. I pull the Camaro out of the driveway and onto the highway. Glancing at Ember as she stares out the window.

“You good Sweet Girl?” I ask, grabbing her hand from her lap.

“Yeah, I’m just worried about B. She and Nash are having issues and I just want her to be happy,” she mutters.

Sighing I tell her, “Ember, I’m bringing you here for you to relax and enjoy yourself. Not constantly worry. Please promise me you’ll try to stop stressing for just a few days? Please?” I give her my best puppy dog look, smirking as a smile breaks out on her face.

“There you go, that’s what I want to see. Plus, Christmas is in two days. Who couldn’t be happy about Christmas?” Keeping my eyes on the road, I press kisses against her hand, that’s clasped tightly in my own. Right where the fuck it belongs. She’s right where she belongs, right next to me. Suddenly she removes her hand from my grasp and runs it over my dick which is hardening by the second. “Know what I’m excited for?” She says mischievously.

“Fuck, Ember. I’m driving. Do you want us to wreck?” I groan then clench my jaw as she squeezes lightly.

“I’m just saying! I’m looking forward to spending time together. Alone. No distractions. Just you and I. Well and Deacon. I’m devoting all my attention to you I promise. I didn’t even pack a school book... Just my kindle.” Groaning I reply, “Now I’ll never see you. Especially with the huge ass claw foot tub they have in the bathroom.” I look towards her and see her eyes light up. “Seriously! Thank you for taking me Hale, it’s perfect.” She turns the radio up and relaxes back into her seat. I wish all of our days could be so simple and carefree. One day.

We arrive at the cabin just before dark and the sun is setting above the lake. Ember is ecstatic and seeing her smile is enough for me. “Have I told you how much I love you? Jesus Hale this is beautiful!” She cries, jogging towards the cabin. I had Jared give me the keys a few days prior so I could stock it with food and staples. I also set up a small Christmas tree, because she’s having a fit about not having Christmas at “Home”. Hearing her say home, like we belonged there together was like fucking music to my ears. The sprawling cabin lays between large pine trees that line the driveway. The smell of pine fills the air, mixed with the smell of fresh air that you just can’t find in the city. The lake seems to be a few hundred acres wide and goes on and on, no end in sight. It’s such a peaceful feeling knowing you’re out in the middle of nowhere with no one surrounding you. Up ahead sits an old boat tied off to the dock right behind the house, a long path of stone steps lead the way. Deacon bounds ahead, running towards the dock and looking out onto the water.

“Baby, can you go inside and get the lights turned on and the heater cranked up? I’m going to start bringing all of our bags inside. I’m pretty sure you packed enough shit for a month.” I tell her as I walk around to the trunk and open it, grabbing the bags and setting them outside the car. Jesus I’m looking forward to burying myself in her tight little body. We aren’t leaving that damn bed for at least two days. I pick up the two heaviest bags and carry them towards the house when I hear a blood curdling scream from inside. Dropping the bags I take off running full speed. Barely making it up the stairs, until I see her standing on the kitchen table pointing at the floor.

“Shit Ember! Jesus Fuck!” I yell.

“It’s a damn rat, Hale. It’s bigger than my head... I thought it was going to eat me!” She says frantically, still pointing behind the couch. Good Lord, women. Walking over to the couch, I see a small little tiny mouse, half the size of a hamster sitting there. Rolling my eyes, I walk over to the table and place my hands on her hips, lifting her from it and onto the floor. “Really Em? It’s tiny, that mouse won’t even get close to you.” I plant a kiss to her forehead and go back outside to retrieve the bags I hastily dropped. I make quick work of getting all the bags and odds and ends inside the house. Ember busies herself putting everything away. I reach into a bag and pull out the old movies I packed just for her. “Hey Em, look what I packed.” Holding up the movie to show her. Her expression softens and she walks over to me, taking the movie from my hand. “I don’t deserve you, you know that Hale? You always think of things to make me happy. I feel like I can never do enough for you. You deserve it too.” She says as she runs her fingers along my jaw. “You bring me more happiness than you know, Sweet Girl. Trust me.” I bring my lips down to hers and slide my tongue inside her mouth, desperate for a taste. She immediately takes charge and deepens the kiss, her hands fisting in my shirt, trying to pull it over my head. Breaking the kiss, I pull away, “Em, we have to put all this away. We have four whole days to spend in the bed, I can promise you’ll be satisfied.” Not that I can’t wait to be inside her again, I just want her to have a chance to explore.

“Fine, if you say so.” She huffs and turns on her heel and goes back to the kitchen, grabbing an onion, sausage and okra from the fridge.

“Please tell me you’re making Nan’s gumbo.” Nan’s gumbo is the best thing I’ve ever fucking put in my mouth. The only person who comes close to making it is Ember.

“I am. I want to eat it by the fire. And you’re watching American Horror Story with me so don’t even try and get out of it.” She tells me, grinning. Deacon wines from the doorway, asking to be let out. I walk to the door and open it, ushering him outside. Following him outside I take a seat in the old wood rocking chairs that are set up there. The view is breathtaking. The cabin seems to be on its own private place in the world. No disruptions or unwelcome distractions. The door opens and Ember comes out, walking to where I sit and sits on my lap. I wish we could stay forever, just like this.

Ember

“God Hale, it’s so beautiful it takes my breath away.” I say as I gaze out upon the lake, the sun setting in front of us.

“Yeah, me too,” he replies. Looking towards him I see his gaze fixed on me and not where my eyes had just been. This man makes my heart melt into a puddle. I drop my forehead to his and revel in this moment with him. I wish we could stay here forever and block out all of the horrible things we’ve been through. Together, we sit on the porch, rocking in that chair, watching Deacon chase bugs around the yard. One hundred percent content.

“I’m going to go inside and finish the gumbo up, you coming?” I ask him as the sun goes down and the night surrounds us.

Nodding, he rises from the chair and takes my hand, calling Deacon in with us as we go. I head to the kitchen and finish chopping ingredients while he sits on the couch, remote in hand. If we could do this every day forever, I would never ask for anything else. I scoop all the vegetables into the pot and combine them with the sausage and turn it on high. I finish putting all the things that sat in bags away and toss them into the trash. Joining Hale on the couch, I lay with my head in his lap, my attention focused on the tv. His fingers thread through my hair, and soon I catch myself drifting off.

I wake up with a start unaware of my surroundings. I don’t even remember falling asleep. Hale’s not on the couch or in the kitchen, but I hear the shower running. Slowly rising, I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. Jesus, I didn’t realize I was so tired. I make my way into the kitchen and lift the lid from the big pot of gumbo, inhaling the Cajun aroma. Smells delicious. I make sure the pot is turned off and I walk into the bathroom where Hale’s showering. Steam coats the mirror and hangs on the walls. I see his silhouette within the glass door as the water cascades down his body. Every muscle on his stomach glistens as the water falls to the floor around him. He looks breathtaking. Noticing my presence he looks towards me, his eyes immediately flare with heat and his gaze travels hungrily down my body. I shed my clothes in seconds and open the door, stepping under the spray. By the time we step out the water has long since run cold and Hale has kissed every inch of my body.

I wrap the towel around me tight and dash towards the bedroom for my toiletries bag. We stand together brushing our teeth and I wash my face and moisturize. Digging inside my bag I find the packet of birth control that I take religiously and pop one out then toss it in my mouth. I begin squeezing the water out of my hair and pull it into a quick braid. I hate it in my face. Together we climb into the huge king size bed that the master bedroom is equipped with. Hale reaches out and drags me to him, our limbs tangling together under the heated blanket we’ve bundled under. Deacon whines by the bed and I let him come lay with us. The bed is plenty big enough. My heart feels full with both of my boys snuggled tight against me.

Hale

I wake up long before Ember ever stirs, but I’m still thankful as fuck for the few hours of peaceful sleep I get. It seems like the nightmares don’t come as often and I can probably thank her for that; along with the rest of the long ass list of things she’s brought to my life. Rising from the bed I throw on a pair of briefs and head to the kitchen. Deacon trails right behind and walks to the front door, whining and scratching to be let out. It’s a simple routine between us both, but one that brings comfort. Comfort in routine and uniformity. Probably something I’ll never be able to shake... The military does that to you. I begin searching in the cabinets for a coffee cup, finally snagging one from the very last cabinet I look in. I’ll wake Ember with some coffee and breakfast. Busying myself, I start the coffee and begin making French toast which I know she’ll love.

I’m putting the toast onto a plate when I feel her hands slide around me, her skin warm and soft against my stomach.

“Morning handsome,” she says as she begins pressing kisses between my shoulder blades.

“You were supposed to stay asleep until I brought you breakfast in bed.” Turning towards her I press my lips to hers, enjoying the mused, sleepy look on the face. It amazes me how she can roll out of bed looking like an angel.

“I couldn’t sleep after you got up. You’re my personal heater.” She laughs, snagging my coffee cup off the counter.

“Anyway, it’s Christmas Eve. We have lots of cookies to bake.” Only Ember would cook a shit ton of cookies for two people, just because it’s Christmas.

I pick our plates up and set them on the small kitchen table that’s placed next to the big bay window. I’m going to chain the door shut and never let her leave.

“I can’t believe it’s already Christmas... it feels like it was just Halloween. It’s been almost two months since I first saw you.” It’s been the best two months of my fucking life. I feel like a king laying my head next to hers at night. I can’t tell you how many times I thought of giving up and her blue eyes gave me the only fucking hope I could ever need.

“I know it hasn’t been long baby, but fuck, I love you so much. I don’t know what I would be without you.” Her eyes well with tears and she smiles, “Deep conversation over breakfast huh?” Laughing, I peck her lips and finish eating.

We spend the day outside with Deacon, playing Frisbee and exploring the area. There’s a hot tub on the back deck that I plan on getting Ember in as soon as it gets dark out. I’m dying to be inside her. I’m sitting in the rocking chair on the porch when she comes through the door with a beer, handing it to me and taking a seat in my lap.

“Whatcha thinking about?” She asks.

“Just life baby. I’m thinking about never leaving here. Spending all of our days in bed and watching Netflix. I could be happy with that.” She laughs, “If only, if only. We should warm the hot tub up soon. I’ll reheat the gumbo.”

We make our way inside, fix left overs and sit in front of the TV. I’d rather spend all the boring time in the world with her rather than something exciting with anyone else. It’s all the small things in life that I cherish with her. Call me a pussy, but it is what it is. You haven’t had all the years of marriage and babies and all the shit you wished for all your fucking life with the girl of your dreams.

“You know? I’m feeling sorta tired. I think I’ll go take a bubble bath and read for a while.” She says, rising from the couch. She pecks a kiss to my lips and walks off towards the bedroom.

“Sure baby, I’m gonna watch a few more episodes and I’ll be there.” I tell her, glancing up from the tv.

Ember

My stomach is in knots as I walk towards the bathroom, my courage slowly slipping. Hale isn’t the only one with a surprise gift up his sleeve. When he told me he was taking me away for the Christmas holiday I was shocked and I immediately called B, freaking out. I had no idea what to get him that would blow his mind. She promptly picked me up and together we headed straight to Victoria’s Secret. After hours of trying on various pieces of “lingerie” and a pair of “fuck me” heels (as B likes to call them) I finally had the perfect present for Hale. I know how fond of lace he is and that’s exactly why I just made the excuse of being tired, so I could put this on and surprise him. I dig through my overnight bag and pull out the signature pink bag and the heels and walk to the bathroom. I take my time washing my body and making sure I’m smooth everywhere. Stepping from the shower I rub the body lotion over my body and step into the red lace teddy, smoothing the lace against my body. I slip my feet into the heels and check my hair in the mirror. Wow. The difference lingerie does. I poke my head through the door and check for Hale. No sign of him, perfect.

“Hale, could you come see me for a second?” I shut the door quickly, locking it shut behind me. I hear his footsteps as he walks into the room.

“Yeah?” He says through the door. The knob jiggles as he tries to open it. I bite my lip to hold the giggle in that’s ready to burst free.

“Give me a sec, I’ll be out in just a min!” I yell through the door and take one last look in the mirror as I hear him sit on the bed. I cut the light off before opening the door and stepping out into the dimly lit room. Hale looks up from his phone as he hears my heels click against the floor and his jaw drops. I stop my strut right in front of him and his face is still a mask of shock, like he can’t quite believe that I would be the one to do this. When we were teenagers? No. I’m a grown ass woman and there’s nothing like seeing your man’s jaw drop when you strut your stuff in front of him. It gives me a power I never knew that I had. He tosses his phone to the side and his eyes never leave mine. He yanks me forward and my body falls on top of his own. Seconds later I’m on my back with my legs wrapped around his waist, those fuck me heels digging into his back. He slams his mouth down onto mine, almost painfully, but the perfect type of pain. We’re lost in a frenzy and for once he’s not treating me like a breakable doll. He’s normally a mask of control at all times, but as his hands travel the length of my body, pulling at the teddy, I know he’s let it go.