Always With You

by E. H. Lyon

  “Anything else?” he asks, cocking his head slightly to the side as he throws a condom to the side table.

  I shake my head no.

  “Good. Now let’s get this off you.”

  Before I have any chance of figuring out which article of clothing he means, his hands come to zip my dress open and he tugs it down to my waist. That jerk of movement sends fire through me, and it’s on.

  My hands quickly reach for his shirt and my fingers fumble with the remaining buttons. But in no time, his shirt and white undershirt are on the floor and he joins me on the bed.

  “Come here,” he orders, yet it sounds incredibly enticing as he pulls my back to his front. He is already taking charge and that just makes me weak.

  His hands drag my arms above and around his neck, all the while I feel his already-hard bulge against my back. Because apparently, I have the ability to turn him on without doing anything.

  His fingers trace lines from my hip bone up to my breasts. The gentle move doesn’t last long as his hands come to cup my breasts through the fabric, sending tingles to my hardening nipples. They strain to be free. He brushes along my shoulder and neck with his lips. Already, I know my panties are done for.

  His mouth lands next to my ear and breathes humid warm air. “Take it off,” he requests.

  I oblige by bringing my hands to my bra hook and unclipping it. His hands meet mine at the straps and our hands together slide the straps off.

  “Bring your arms back around my neck.” He helps guide my arms as they raise then interlaces my hands behind his neck. It brings my body tighter against him, sending shivers down my body.

  The warmth of his hands cupping my bare breasts excites me as I moan, and I’m pulsating between my legs.

  His lips bring heat, slightly tickling that sensitive place under my ear. “Look in the mirror,” he demands with a low voice, and his fingers guide my neck and face to look forward.

  My ability to breathe normally is gone. Because I see in front of me in the mirror, Leo letting his hands roam wild. His hands controlling my breasts, his fingers twisting my nipples. His look is possessive, and it sends me into all directions of desire.

  “These are so beautiful. They’ve done so much, and they are so fucking beautiful.” It comes out gently yet strong into my ear and I feel silk releasing from my inner walls.

  Letting my arms go, he moves in front of me and his mouth travels to the valley of my breasts as he pulls my middle flush against him. I know that I have never been so turned on. The last time he saw my breasts was before they went on a wild journey through pregnancy and motherhood. Maybe it’s the thought he admires that or maybe it secretly turns him on. Either way, it drives me wild.

  I let him hear the sounds from the back of my throat escaping with my pleasure as his mouth moves between both nipples, his tongue swirling around and teasing me.

  With my fingers gripping his hair, his head begins to move down. His lips placing soft kisses on my stomach.

  He is bossy when he tells me, “Lie down, Jess.”

  And again, I obey. “Whatever you say,” it comes out raspy.

  Quickly, Leo removes the rest of my dress by grabbing the edges at the waist and peeling it down. The moment it’s off, he immediately moves to pin my arms to the bed above my head to instruct them to stay there.

  Returning to my stomach, his lips caress my skin by barely touching as he explores the edges of my panties. My body arches to his mouth, and his eyes peer up to my face to watch me slowly evaporate under his touch.

  His mouth explores my body further and he takes extra time along my waist and hip bone to place popcorn kisses, almost too sweet for the moment.

  I’m aching for his mouth to touch me between my legs, and when he reaches my tattoo on my inner thigh, his eyes shoot up to look at mine with a wicked grin and warning before his tongue traces the outline, and I feel want migrate to my folds.

  Aching doesn’t explain how needy I feel. My legs wrap around his neck as his mouth explores up my inner thigh with his teeth gently trailing a line. I am losing grip of gravity and I’m trying to hang on.

  “I’ve been dying to taste you again,” he mentions before his mouth dives between my folds and he finds my taut bead through the lace.

  “Fuck, Leo.” A loud moan of pleasure fills the room, and my hands claw the sheets. He hasn’t even taken my panties off.

  “You are soaking wet for me.” His fingers hook the thin lace and pulls the fabric to the side. When I feel his fingers touch me intimately, I can’t help but whimper his name.

  “Leo, mmmm.”

  Before my mind can grasp what is happening, I feel his mouth is on my bundle of nerves along my slit and my hips thrust up to bring me closer with his tongue, as sounds escape me that I didn’t even know I could make. Closing my eyes, I let my body sink into the feeling of this. The feeling of his tongue stroking me and delving inside of me.

  Leo is sending me on a familiar wave that I’ve had before—with him.

  But this time…

  It does feel different than before.

  And it doesn’t take long before I am shaking under him, moaning his name and grabbing the sheets. He doesn’t stop even after my body lets go.

  “Please!” I gasp. My hands guiding his head away from my folds because I’m too overcome from the pulsating trembles.

  His head comes up as he speaks. “Every question I ask from now, you answer honestly. I’m leading, remember,” he whispers as his fingers continue to enter me.

  I don’t hesitate and nod.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “You inside me,” I beg as I bite my lip. “I want all of you inside me.”

  “Tell me you’ve been waiting for me.” He ensures my eyes meet his as he enters me a little deeper with his finger as his thumb rubs my clit at the same time. “I don’t mean just today.” His eyes nearly darken as he is serious with his request.

  “I have been waiting,” I confirm with my hands coming to his face to ensure he looks at me when I say it, because I really mean it. Not sure I should be admitting it, but I feel I owe him that. I’ve been waiting for him more than he will ever know or for my heart to confess.

  A painful ache hits my chest, because I’m sure he had women he laid on the beach with while he was away, and I hate the thought of it even though he wasn’t mine to claim.

  Our eyes meet. “I’ve been waiting for you too.”

  I stiffen and study him to try and grasp what he’s saying. He has a content and satisfied look. “There hasn’t been anyone since you.” And I know him too well to recognize that he isn’t lying.

  Before my mind can conjure what that means, he takes his fingers out of me and he brings his fingers to his mouth. “Tastes just as good as I remember.”

  I want to explode.

  The moment he pulls his fingers out, I have to confess. “Please, Leo. I really want it.”

  “I know you do, and it’s what I plan on doing, Jess.” His hands continue to roam my body.

  The back of my hand comes to my forehead to check that I’m still conscious.

  “Please, I need you now,” I beg, and it comes out greedy as my hands reach for the buckle of his pants as I come up to my knees.

  Quickly, his pants and boxers are gone. My hands find his hard length. Squeezing him, stroking him. He closes his eyes to take in the feeling. When he lets an “Oh” escape him a few times, I lick my lips.

  Really, I want to drag this on. But we have tension to release, 18 months in the making.

  He reaches to the side table for the condom as he stands.

  “Wait.” I’m breathless when I say it and grab his arm. I look at him and give him an inviting grin. Coming to the edge of the bed, I sit and pull his body closer to me. My mouth finds his tip before taking in his length, and my tongue quickly explores his smooth hard cock during a few thrusts into my mouth. He murmurs as his hands find my hair.

  “Jess,” he warns.


  After enjoying this feeling for a few strokes, I pull my mouth away.

  “I needed to taste you first,” I confess with my eyes peering up to him, and the look on his face is one of a kind.

  Lying back on the bed, I admire the view as he grabs the condom. Ripping it open with his teeth as he watches me play with my breasts and clit.

  “Is that what you did when you thought of me while I was away? Touch yourself?” He looks at me as I watch him put the condom on, and it makes me want him even more. It brings me back to that night, and I desperately want him to be inside me.

  “Yes… all the time.” Again, I don’t know why I’m so honest.

  “Do you still do it when I’m not at home and you think of me?” He grabs my playing hand away and interlaces our fingers as he positions himself over me to enter me. My thighs naturally fall wide and open for him.

  I freeze at his question.

  “Answer me.” His eyes command and demand. He won’t continue unless I answer.

  But I want him right now too much to think any more.

  “Yes,” I admit breathless. “What do you do?”

  He gives me a warning grin.

  “I’m going to show you exactly what I think of every time I think of you.”

  The moment his words finish, I feel him slowly enter me and he goes deeper and deeper. I barely whimper. He feels better than I remember. So thick and filling me up full.

  Looking into my eyes, he gently asks if I’m okay. Nodding yes, he waits for my eyes to give him the sign that I’m adjusted and he can pick up our rhythm. Something in me floats that he cares about that fact.

  He whispers into my ear, “You feel amazing, so good.”

  Finding a tempo, my legs wrap tighter around his waist and I meet him with every thrust. We’re breathing like we have entered a marathon. Yet, he still has the ability to find my breasts again with his mouth and my neck curves back.

  We enjoy our rhythm, and after a minute or two, he rolls us to sitting so I’m on top and sitting on his lap.

  “It’ll feel better for you this way,” he explains with a murmur into my ear.

  Because this man knows how to please. Another firefly floats in me that he cares, that he knows it’s been so long for me. My mouth sinks into the nook of his neck as my nails dig into his back and I move up and down.

  In that journey, my mouth without thought travels along his jawline. Landing at a destination that I’ve avoided.

  Only after my lips are melting on his, I realize my mistake. Even when I feel his mouth is smiling to himself as he deepens the kiss, I still don’t pull away. It’s not a mistake.

  My logic failed me. Not kissing him was never in our cards. I was a fool to try. Why? Because this man means something to me.

  I didn’t just fall from a high, I fell for him. Long ago.

  And with that internal confession, I kiss him harder. Our tongues meeting, and I would ravish his mouth, but I can’t because he has already beat me to the punch. Hell, he makes me release a soft mumbled moan as he kisses me.

  When our mouths part, he urges, “Come for me, Jess.” He kisses my neck and shoulder.

  “You feel so good,” I purr, breathless. I feel like I’m floating, weightless, and that I’m falling. I hold onto him so I don’t fall off the edge to insanity. “I feel dizzy,” I murmur and it’s beautiful even to me.

  “I’ve got you, it’s okay, let go. I want you to let go,” he reminds me as his arms support me, holding me tighter as I enjoy the feeling of his movements inside me.

  “You have to come with me,” it comes out sweeter than I intend. But I want it. I want him also satisfied, because this tryst is already in a gray area. And I’ve never loved the color gray more.

  “We’re almost there,” he pants into my ear, and it still comes across soft.

  Our rhythm speeds and his name rolls off my tongue several times into his neck as I feel him hit that spot in me with every pump. That sensual aching feeling that needs to be released and only he has the power to do that.

  A coiling feeling builds low in my pelvis and a few more strokes and I am there.

  “Leo,” I scream as I tighten around his cock and shake, he releases immediately after and moans my name.

  We climax together and I clench his cock as he unleashes.

  There are new constellations I’ve just discovered.

  My heartbeat is on high-speed, and I hold onto him firmly because I don’t feel gravity.

  “I’ve never come like that,” I admit breathlessly.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way, not for you.” He seems more honest than he probably intended as he pants. “That was… wow.”

  Our mouths meet again for a slow and intimate kiss.

  Managing to pull away, I stay straddling him and I try to stabilize my breathing. His fingers brushing through my hair then rubbing my back tenderly. His lips placing butterfly kisses on my shoulder.

  We say nothing, and instead he falls back on the bed taking me with him. We breathe in our lust and lay there in boiled heat. We look at each other both knowing something shifted.

  I roll my nearly numb limbs off his body and collapse on my back on the bed. He takes in the view for a few moments before pulling a sheet over me and disappearing into the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

  Our means to an end has finished.

  But I can’t move.

  I look at him when he comes out of the bathroom, and I can’t deny I’m blushing. He pulls on his briefs before he grabs two water bottles from the fridge and brings me one in bed then lies on his side to look at me.

  We lie there for a few minutes. His fingers tracing lines up my arms and around my chest, but I don’t mind. He is trying to relax me and it’s working. Our eyes meet a few times, but I bury my head into the pillow as a coping mechanism. I already know I want it again and I’m conflicted what to do.

  “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He brushes hair behind my ear as his eyes don’t leave my direction, I feel them.

  I study him as something he said resurfaces in my head. “Can I ask something about what you said?”

  He reads my mind. “It’s true. Nobody since you.”

  His hands quickly move to hold my head in place, and he kisses the tip of my nose, kind of playful because he knows he has caught me completely off guard.

  “I’m not going to lie to you. There were opportunities, but I never let it get that far. I kind of had my head stuck on someone.”

  “Why didn’t you say anything?” I can’t move.

  “Because you didn’t ask. And this wasn’t about me, it was about you.”

  “We haven’t left the room yet,” I remind him before my mouth slams onto his and he returns the kiss with the same force.

  Pulling away, we stare at one another holding each other’s face. We are totally in too deep now.

  After a few minutes, he must pick up that I’m back on planet earth.

  His long finger taps the tip of my nose. “So, shall we hope the condom works this time?” he jokes and is trying to make me feel at ease.

  I shake my head in amusement. “We are the last people who should be joking about that.”

  There is silence for a few moments.

  “Out of your system?” he asks, amused, as he stands to begin to put clothes on.

  “You promised as soon as we walk out that door that we forget this,” I remind him as I follow his movements and find my clothes.

  He is now rebuttoning his shirt. “I did promise. But we haven’t walked out that door yet.”

  I roll my head and admittedly enjoy his humor.

  “Plus, you are not exactly following the rules. It was your lips finding mine, not the other way around.” He’s trying to get a rise out of me, but he is also right.

  “I think we established we are not great with plans,” I retort a little strongly.

  He walks to me, closing our distance, and comes to cup my face with his hands, our eyes holding.
For a moment, my heart races again.

  “So maybe your plan can change again. You and I all in is still on the table. It’s an option,” he declares firmly, locking his hand in my hair, and I hope my mouth and eyes don’t change to a look of want, because that’s what I feel.

  I warn him by saying his name; admittedly it comes out a little sultrier than I intended, but I manage to get my brain to shift the conversation.

  “Thank you for…” I don’t know what to say as my eyes look away, but I know I have an unguarded smile on my face. He was everything I could have asked for and then some.

  I’m waiting for a sarcastic jab from his end. But instead he kisses my cheek, the way he did that night. Long and lingering.

  “Anytime,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead.

  He must know what that timeframe does to my resolve. How his noble behavior now is catching me off guard. Or how the way he is such a giving person in bed makes me feel like I’m the only one he could possibly ever want. Something tells me he knows and he is waiting for me to surrender.

  That’s not going to happen today, but I feel it coming soon.

  With that, we finish getting dressed, and in an unusual move, we begin to leave together with ease. Agreeing to our terms, yet both knowing how incredibly faulty our logic for doing this was.

  Closing the door behind us, we are no longer in the room. But I can’t help grabbing his hand to hold and interlacing our fingers.

  This wasn’t part of my plan.

  But already I know, my plan will be open to negotiations.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Leo

  I’m watching Sam as I drink a mug of coffee in sweatpants and I may have conveniently left a shirt upstairs. He’s sitting on the floor playing with some toys and I hear Jess coming down the stairs and turn to face her. It’s the first I’ve seen her after last night.

  It was a selfish move on my part, agreeing to no-strings sex. But having her fall apart on me the way she did was worth it. A beautiful mess. An unravelling leading us to more. But we left the more part unanswered. We returned home and slept in our own beds. But I now know, we are about to cross a line.