by Kelli Walker
A motion that made me whimper against him before our kiss stopped and our foreheads fell together.
“Eventually, you’ll have to stop being so stubborn if you want to be with me,” Rocco murmured.
I giggled, allowing the stress of my predicament to fall away from my shoulders.
“Never,” I whispered.
Rocco grinned. “Even if you don’t stay here, Charity, I’m going to take care of you. Not because I have to, but because I want to. I want to experience your life with you. I want to experience my life with you. And whatever comes your way we will figure out. Together.”
I felt the weight of his words settle onto my heart. I felt their truth cloak my mind. He gripped my waist and turned me around as I released his neck, and instinctively I curled into him. He wrapped me up like a child. Like a parent cradling their prized possession. I laid my head against Rocco’s shoulder and sighed with content, feeling him support the whole of my body. My heart felt lighter than it had in years. My soul felt happier than it had in my entire life. I felt loved for the first time since I buried my parents, and it brought tears to my eyes.
Tears that didn’t hurt or burn as much as they used to.
Rocco - One Week Later
“Take as much time as you need. I’m ready when you are,” I said.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just… just give me a few minutes to breathe,” Charity said.
The two of us stood by the closed doors of my back porch. Charity had gotten into the habit over the past week of enjoying her coffee out on the loungers I had that overlooked the ocean. The morning sun streamed through the windows as I pulled the curtains back, giving us as much natural light to work with as we could. That was what the paper in Charity’s bag said to do. When the day came for us to take off her dressings, we needed natural light to help her eyes. Not artificial light.
“Deep breaths, Charity. They’re a little shallow,” I said.
“Sorry. Okay. Yeah,” she breathed.
This past week had been fraught with anxiety. Charity had been anxious to get to this day, and now that it was here she was too nervous to take off her dressings. She’d gotten very good at navigating my home without her sight. I even caught her counting the steps as she came down them every morning so I wouldn’t have to hang onto her. She had been right in the tub that morning. Her ability to adapt was uncanny. But that didn’t mean we hadn’t struggled over the past week to try and come to terms with this day that had been looming over both of our heads.
The day we finally removed her final dressings.
I read through the paperwork stuffed down into the plastic bag her doctor had given me. I knew what was at stake. Whatever type of sight she had today, we could only expect a twenty or thirty percent change improvement over the coming months. Which meant if she still couldn't see anything, then there was almost no hope of her regaining the whole of her sight back. We woke up that morning and I managed to talk her into coming down for a cup of coffee. But, I hadn’t been able to get her to eat.
“You sure you don’t want some of the bacon I cooked?” I asked.
“Not hungry,” Charity said.
“I also made biscuits. And cut up from fruit.”
“Really, Rocco. I’m not hungry. I just need space to breathe before we do this.”
“And I’m trying to give that to you within reason. But, we have to change your dressings this morning. We didn’t do it yesterday because you wanted to give your eyes as much untampered time as necessary. But now, we’re risking infection. We have to change them.”
“Do I have to open my eyes if we change them?” she asked.
I cupped her cheeks in my hands and stroked her skin with my thumbs.
“I know you’re frightened. I know you’re scared. I didn’t do this with my sight, but I did to it with my ability to talk,” I said.
“Wait a second. What?” she asked.
I reached my hand around and cupped the back of her neck, like she always enjoyed me doing.
“About six years back, I was in a bad accident. A car crash involving the head of my car and the side of the perpetrator’s car I was chasing. I knew it was the only way to stop him, but in the process the metal of my car pinned me to my spot. I crushed my shins and had metallic protrusions shoved into all sorts of places on my calves and thighs.”
Charity shook her head. “I didn’t--I didn’t know about that. I-I-I--I haven’t felt down that--.”
“You’re not listening. Charity, I’ve been where you are. When it came time for physical therapy and testing my strength every single week, it was petrifying. The idea that I might not have made any progress. The fact that my muscles might not work again like I needed them to. The first time I ever let go of those bars that held me upright as I rehabbed my legs, I felt straight to the floor. Fell straight onto my damn face before Matthew tried to help me up.”
“Who’s Matthew?” she asked.
“My business partner.. Also, my best friend. When he wants to own up to it,” I said, chuckling.
I watched the beginning stages of a smile tick her cheeks and I brought my forehead down against hers.
“There she is,” I whispered.
“If I can’t see--.”
“Then we’ll deal with it. But, we won’t know what steps to take if we stand here with these dressings still on your face,” I said.
I felt her nod against me and I drew in a deep breath. I took a step back and then slipped behind her, my hands leading her to the porch doors. I stopped her with a grip on her shoulders and peeled back the curtains. I shoved them off to the side, tucking them in their hooks as the light filtered through the window.
“It feels warm outside,” Charity said.
“The sun’s out in full force. So, we’ll do this slowly. Okay?” I asked.
She nodded her head, then my fingers fell against the gauze. I unraveled it from her face, swirl by swirl. Gathering it in my palm as it fell from her face. The lack of blood was promising. Though, the gauze was still damp. I unraveled all of it from around her head before I peeled the gauze pads away from her eyes.
“Whenever you’re ready,” I said.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and drew in a deep breath. I sent up prayers to whatever God or deity might have existed in that moment. I prayed for comfort. For solace, if we didn’t get the outcome we were looking for. I felt Charity heave a heavy sigh before her body froze. I kept my eyes locked on the back of her head. I don’t know why it felt wrong to stare at her reflection in the window, but it did. It felt like I needed to give her privacy without actually leaving her. So, I did the best I could.
Then, I felt her shoulders moving underneath my hands.
“Oh, Charity,” I sighed.
I turned her around in my grasp and was met with a red, wet stare. I furrowed my brow in hurt as my thumbs brushed away at her tears. Her shoulders heaved with her chest as she sobbed. Big, globual tears rushed down her cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed.
My eyes danced between hers and I watched a smile slowly slide across her cheeks. It grew into a massive, beaming light that illuminated her entire face. I watched her eyes move along my features. My jaw dropped open in shock as her eyes moved down my face. Down my neck. Down my torso and all the way to my feet.
“Holy hell, you’re a big boy,” she whispered.
I chuckled with a smile on my face and her eyes whipped back up to mine. She met my laughter for laughter as I gazed into her beautiful brown eyes. Sprinkled with yellow that put the sun to shame and shining with a hope that hadn’t been anywhere near us for days.
“I can see you,” she said through her tears.
My heart surged with emotions that were unexplainable. A happiness that felt so good it caused pain. A hope that clenched my stomach so much it made me sick. My smile hurt my cheeks as I dipped down. I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her clear off her fe
et. She squealed with delight as I spun her around against my body as the sunlight of Atlantic Beach poured in through the windows.
“I can see you, Rocco!” she exclaimed with joy.
I set her back down onto her feet with my arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Her head craned back to look up at my as my free hand danced along her eyes. I smoothed my fingertips over the frame of her face. I brushed her beautiful blonde hair from her forehead and took in every detail of her expression. The wrinkling of crow’s feet at the edges of her eyes. The bags underneath her eyes that were a little paler than the rest of her skin. The bright light behind her perfect chocolate orbs that reflected the massive smile I had on my face back at me.
And once her eyes dropped to my lips, I watched them come closer to mine.
Charity settled her lips against mine and I held her as close to me as I could. I felt her eyes still looking at me. Still taking me in as mine fell shut. But, I didn’t care. I didn’t give a shit that she was staring. I reached down and cupped her ass, lifting her back off her feet.
Her body fell into mine, pressing our lips closer together.
Our tongues collided in an all-out duel as I walked her toward the porch doors. I pressed her back against the glass, her arms threaded around my neck. I slid my hands up her body. I gripped her waist as my hips pinned her to the doors. The sunlight poured around us as our kissing grew furious. Desperate. Filled with a heated need spurred on by an excess of positive emotions neither of us knew how to filter through.
“I can see every part of you,” Charity whispered against my lips.
I pulled back and pulled my eyes open. I found her staring back at me as her swollen lower lip called to me. I inched back just enough to rip my shirt over my head, baring my body to her for the first time. I watched her eyes drop to my chest. I watched them bulge as her hands danced over my shoulders. Her eyes followed the lines of my body. The muscles to bled into my rock solid form. Watching her take me in throbbed my cock to life. I snuck my hands underneath her bedroom t-shirt and inched it over her head. Her breasts were puckered, swinging against her body rhythmically as her eyes trailed along every part of me she could possibly take in.
“You’re beautiful,” she said.
And when her eyes came back up to mine, I knew in that moment what I wanted. What I needed. What I craved more than anything.
It was Charity Jones I wanted. It was Charity Jones I needed. It was this gorgeously strong and intelligent woman I craved more than anything in my entire life.
And I intended on making her mine forever.
Charity
My hands splayed out across Rocco’s chest. He was beautiful. More beautiful than I even remembered him being. His geometric and tribalesque tattoos cascaded over his chest and down his upper arms. His muscles rippled and throbbed for me as my hands traced down the lines of his chest. My fingernails raked softly along the beginning rungs of his abs. I felt him pressing me into the window. Studying my naked body and puckering tits with his eyes as I took in all of him. I could see him. I did see him. My eyes trickled up his neck as my hands slid back up to his shoulders. His thick black hair hung against his forehead. Tickled the tops of his ears. Framed his stern with soft curls that lended a boyish quality to his warm, gray eyes.
I felt him pulsing underneath me. I felt his cock pushing against his plaid pajama pants. The same ones he was wearing the moment I came out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel.
And now, only my panties separated us.
His hand came down between us and I felt him fist my underwear. I whipped my head up as he snapped his arm back, tearing my cotton panties straight from my body. I gasped as his lips came crashing back down to mine. He swallowed my groans as my hands flew into his hair. I felt him shove his pajama pants down his body, and I wanted so desperately to look down at his dick. To take it all in with my eyes. To see its girth. To trace my eyes along its bulging veins I knew it had to have.
But, I wanted it inside of me just a little more.
I heard his pants gather at the floor as his tongue lapped at my mouth. He slid his teeth across my lower lip, sucking and marking me in any way he could. His hand guided the tip of his throbbing dick to my slit. My juices dripped over him as his hands came up and planted directly into the glass beside my head. He pulled back. Pressed his forehead against mine. We breathed one another’s air as his hips inched forward, sinking his cock into my body.
“Oh, Rocco,” I moaned.
“You fit like a glove, Charity,” he grunted.
Our hips bottomed out together and my head fell back into the glass. His swollen body pinned me to the doors as he rocked his hips back and forth. Out and in. Filling me up. Sliding his pulsing cock along my walls as the ridges of his veins curled my toes. My threaded my fingers through his hair. I brought his face down into my tits as he picked up his pace. His rocking turned to thrusting, and his thrusting turned to slamming. He pounded into me, his animalistic groans shaking my tits as he nibbled and sucked and lapped at my puckered peaks.
“Rocco. Oh, yes. Don’t stop. It’s so good. Holy shit, it’s been so long. Too long. So fucking long.”
My words came out in broken moans as pleasure poured over my body. He kept hitting that spot. That pebbled spot right behind my clit. It throbbed for him. I felt my swollen nub peak out from underneath its fleshy hood. His coarse curls raked against the tip of it as my thighs clenched down into his flexing muscles. I gasped for air. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I dug my heels into the small of his chiseled back as the sound of wet skin slapping wet skin filled the expanse of his kitchen and his living room.
And then, my world spiraled.
Colors sizzled and sounds popped as my pussy clamped down around his cock. My jaw dropped open, but no sound came out. Nothing at all. I felt him slide against my tightening walls. Rutting against me like a fucking wild beast as he swiveled his hips. His curls coaxed me through my pleasure. My nails curled into his scalp. I ripped his head up from my chest and crashed our lips together, and before I knew it my body had collapsed into his.
I felt the sun on my back. I smelled the ocean underneath my nose. I heard the ebbing and flowing of the waves waft against my ears. And it wasn’t until I felt my bare ass come down onto the sleek wooden railing of his porch that I realized we were outside.
Bared for a world that didn’t know we were there.
He captured my lips as his large hands fisted the whole of my hips. He tugged me to him as he stepped out of his pajama pants, becoming just as naked as I was. The sun beat down upon our backs as he wrapped his hands into my hair. He guided my gaze to his as his cock pressed into me, stroking against every part of my walls at once. I looked deeply into his eyes. I saw the animal and the pleasure and the ecstasy roll over them. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on for the ride as my juices dripped down his shaft. His balls. His thighs.
I smelled myself on him, and it threw me over into my second orgasm.
He pounded against my hips as my back arched. I pressed my chest into his as my head fell back. He tugged at my hair. Fisted as many locks as he could with that massive grip of his. I rolled my hips quickly against his, wanting to feel how deep my pussy could pull his cock in. But, I felt him move. I felt him step out from between my legs. I reached out for him. I begged him with my body to stay put.
“No, no, no. It’s not done. I’m not--I’m not--holy shit!”
His arm wrapped around my waist as he sat into a chair. His hands fisted the grooves of my body before his face fell between my legs. His tongue settled onto my clit and tossed my world into a seat of darkness. A sea of lust. A sea of pleasure I knew I’d never come back from. He held me, planted to the railing of his porch, while my heels found their way to his shoulders. My knees laid open for him as I gripped at his hair, keeping myself steady as I ground myself against his tongue.
“Fucking hell, Rocco. Eat that pussy. Shit. You feel so good, Rocco. Oh.”
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My mouth ran away from me. I heard him slurping like a bulldog eating oatmeal. His stubble tickled the insides of my pussy lips as I heard him swallow me down. Gulp after gulp. Drink after drink. I heard his greedy growls for more of me as he buried his face deeper. His tongue deeper. His lips deeper. He sucked my clit between my lips and pulled me closer to him, feasting on my buffet. I bent forward as my toes curled. I felt my abs jumping as my entire body swirled into a spin cycle. The earth around me tilted in my own gaze before my eyes rolled back into my head, and yet another orgasm crashed over me as his tongue slipped into my pussy.
His thumb pressed into my clit, rubbing slowly side to side as my body jerked against him.
“Oh--Rocc--I--uh--oh--shi--.”
I couldn’t complete a sentence. I couldn’t see straight. I felt more beautiful and more wanted than I had ever felt in my entire life. His hands slid up my waist before he stood from between my legs. They felt like jello. Shaking, jiggling jello as his looming form stood. I managed to open my eyes long enough to see my arousal coating his skin. His stubbled cheeks that felt so good against my wet pussy lips glistened with me. His lips were swollen with their efforts. Even his chin dripped with me.
I reached for him and pulled him down to me, allowing myself the chance to lick myself off his skin.
His arms cloaked my back as we kissed. The entirety of the ocean backdropped us as he lifted me off the railing. He settled down into a lounge chair with his cock throbbing and leaking for me. His legs were spread as I straddled him, feeling his spit and my cum drench his girth. I licked myself off his lips. I cupped his cheeks as my head fell off to the side. His hands slid down my back before they cupped my ass cheeks, and when he pulled my body closer to his I felt the tip of his dick breach my folds.