by Blythe Stone
I leaned back and looked at her, a bit startled. “No,” I smiled, shaking my head. “No,” I licked my lips and looked down at her body this time. Ever since I got her, she’d been tempting me somehow. And I can’t explain that.
My throat hurt, thinking she might not know I really wanted her. Had she not felt what I did every day out here? How hard it was not to touch her, not to kiss her, not to just lean in.
“I want you,” I said. Voice weaker. Emotion coming through. “Of course I want you.”
I reached up and hugged her, forcing her to feel my body against hers and how much I was squeezing her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even know I was thinking that,” Avery said.
“Of course I want you,” I whispered again. “Not touching you has been a burden.”
“Then touch me,” she said, reaching out for my hand.
“Kiss me,” I asked, needing her.
She put one hand behind my head and pulled me into her, leaning in to kiss me. It was all passion and fire. She was drawing energy from me.
I felt it like fire and my own fire answered to hers.
I kept her against me, feeling my body rise and fall with hers pressing mine against the tile of the shower wall. I wanted her inside me again.
“I want you so much,” I whined, kissing her face sloppily. My lips dragged against her wet skin.
She reached down and moved my legs apart, coming back to rest her fingers on my thigh. She pressed her fingers into my sex, just playing at first but then she slipped two fingers inside of me. Reminding us both in an instant, of the sex we’d had last night.
I gasped, hugging her tight to me, wanting much more.
All my muscles were weak but when she touched me I wanted to use them again.
“Fuck-" I pinched out. The back of my head hit the tile and I didn’t care. I wrapped my leg around her hip and helped her to fuck me.
“You’re so hot,” she said.
Her movements became frantic. She panted as she pushed into me faster. The movements became me. I couldn't stand or control my body or the noises I made.
When I could breathe I was loudly moaning in her ear with pure abandon. I was hugging her so tight around the shoulders as she fucked me hard against the shower wall.
When I came I squeezed her entire body with every single part of me, gripping the back of her head with my hand and crying out in relief near her ear.
“I’ve got you,” she said, holding my body.
Emotions came, sweeping over me. The gratitude I had was intense and it wanted to show itself.
I whined a little, hugging her tight still, not wanting to let her go.
The shower water pounded the down on the ground behind her. No outside noise could touch us. We were trapped alone in here. I wanted to kiss her all over but I was stuck here needing her to know that I loved her much more than she thought or imagined.
“You want me to help you?” She asked.
“Yes,” I said.
She held me and then reached for the bottle of shampoo with the other hand.
“I’m a shitty lover,” I realized.
Still, in the moment, it wasn't something I couldn’t laugh about. Avery completed me. I wanted to sleep now, for hours or days. Just rest. Finally sleep.
“What are you talking about? You’re fucking fantastic,” she said.
“I'm not,” I laughed. “I've wanted to taste you for days and I still haven't done it.”
“You will. There’s plenty of time. I’m not going anywhere,” she said.
“I love you,” I said.
It was true and I wanted to say it.
“I love you too,” she said.
She hugged me for a moment, one strong hug before she started to help me wash myself.
33
(Avery)
I hadn’t realized that I was worried about this but now that I’d said it out loud, I knew. She really did love me. Both of us had been open and honest about things. I was holding her still and drying her off with a towel.
I wrapped the towel around both of us and walked us both toward the bedroom. I took her to the bed and we lay down.
“You okay?” I asked her.
“I want every day to be like this,” she said, pulling me to hug her close and spoon her body. I could tell she was sore and tired, ready to fall into a coma-like sleep.
Nat came and stood at the door. Looking in.
She had a coffee mug in her hand and she crawled up the bed to lay next to us and examine things here.
After a second, she propped a few pillows up behind her back and pulled her tablet into her lap. She wanted to lay beside us, drink her coffee, and feel us near. Low music started, the sweet slow kind that soothes. If I had to guess she was probably reading a new script. Always on to the next ambition.
“What's that?” I wondered.
“Potential role,” Nat spoke softly. “My agent has been on me to choose something. Of course I am very behind.”
“You've got a lot to choose from if the stack I saw is any indication. I'll go through some of them if you want and weed out the ones I know you won't want,” I offered.
“You don’t have to,” she smiled over at me, still tired. “I’m sure there’s a lot you want to get to as well.”
“I like doing it,” I answered.
I used to go through all of the scripts but since my writing got more popular, and demanding, I’d backed off some. Still, I wanted to do it. She didn’t need to look through them all.
“And I’m still your assistant,” I added.
“Well, you don’t have to be,” Nat said. We had this fight many times. It worked in stages.
“I know but I like it. It makes me feel like I’m doing something useful and it helps you. That makes me happy,” I said.
She was still going to argue but I would look through the scripts anyway and we would move on. She always didn’t like the thought that I was working for her. I tried to tell her that I was actually working with her. She was too nice to me.
“Did she take care of you?” Natalie smiled. Her eyes glanced between Olivia and me. It was obvious now that Olivia had fallen to sleep. Nat’s smile was like the sweetest of all secrets.
“Other way around, babe,” I said.
The feelings from the shower came flooding back to me and I smiled. If I kept up I would be throbbing again and I’d have to try and seduce Nat. Not that it was that hard.
“Well, I guess I should’ve known that one,” Nat laughed sweetly. There was a blush to her, it was almost new but it also reminded me of when we first started dating and sharing secrets.
“How about I take care of you now?” I waggled my eyebrows and crawled closer to her.
My mouth started watering and all I could think about was how Nat tasted and how good it felt to feel her cum.
“Mmm. You’re very generous this morning,” she smiled hotly, adjusting her body to allow me to smooth close over her and become her sole duty.
“Baby, I get just as much out of it. It’s not generosity, it’s pretty selfish. I just want to taste you,” I said.
“Mmm,” she hummed, stretching. I heard the tablet in her hand fall down the side of the bed and hit the ground. “Well, I’m not gonna fight you,” she teased, already breathing a little heavy in the aftermath of last night.
I moved the duvet away from her body and got between her legs, spreading them apart and taking hold of them by the calves. I pulled her down some and ran my fingertips up her thighs and down to graze against her sex.
“You’re so fucking hot. I can’t get over it,” I marveled.
She gasped a little, looking to her left, making sure Olivia was still asleep.
I used my hands to push both sides of her robe apart and pull her toward me again, bending my torso so I could catch her scent.
“You’re already wet,” I said, smiling.
She whined a little, a desperate moan that let me know she’d been thinking ab
out me, wanting us. Even in that short time she’d left me alone while she stayed in the kitchen.
I wanted to tease her but I was too impatient so I kissed her inner thighs and dipped my tongue into her wetness, enjoying the sensation of her softness and the way she shuttered when I got near her clit. I repeated the sweep and then teased her opening with my tongue.
Fuck.
This never got old.
I traveled back up to her clit and started slow circles there, holding her legs with my arms so she couldn’t move away from me in her haste to get more. She was already pretty close; I could tell by the noises she made. Five years of hearing them and my love for her reactions told me that I just needed a few more minutes of attention to make her cum.
“I love you,” I whispered against her skin.
Nat whined, tugging me up, needing me. As soon as I crawled up her body she pulled me in against her and forced her tongue inside my mouth to desperately kiss me. It wasn’t unlike her but it was so intense and passionate now. I think she was happy to finally have time and be off. Her own taste on my tongue must be slipping down the back of her throat. She kissed me much softer and whined for some more.
I used my fingers to touch her sex again and kept kissing her. I liked when she came like this. I could feel everything so much. Between kisses I whispered to her.
“I want to feel you squeeze my fingers, baby. I love it when you can’t even speak.”
She gasped, fingers slipping into my hair and tightening around my locks to keep me so close and in one place. Air struggled out of her and I felt her nails on my scalp and the skin of my shoulder as she panted and cried out. It wasn’t release but it was getting close. She’d been keeping herself quiet but now she couldn’t and she’d finally stopped trying.
I started to fuck her hard and circle her clit with my thumb. She only got louder, so I kissed her, invading her mouth like she loved. It was the best feeling to be inside of her all over. She whimpered into my mouth and struggled to breathe.
I broke the kiss so she could catch her breath but I had to kiss her again a moment later because I could feel her on the edge. I pushed into her one last time and she trembled in my arms, her hands going slack in my hair.
“Beautiful,” I whispered as her eyes closed and she just let go.
Small whines escaped her throat as she came down from me. “I love you, baby,” she huffed out between sounds.
“I love you too,” I said, holding her.
She smiled up at me as I watched her relax again. It was so much. I was just so happy. I needed to breathe and focus. There were so many feelings.
“I’m yours forever,” I whispered.
“Promise?” She whispered, hands roaming to keep a hold on me.
“Of course,” I said.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she whispered out, finding my face and kissing my cheeks and my forehead.
“You’re gonna make me cry, happy tears,” I warned.
I held them back and just looked at her, knowing I would have to chill out so I could rest. I was tired and hungry now after two rounds of sex.
I lay down between them again and looped my arms around Nat’s left one. My chin rested on the edge of her shoulder and I sighed.
“Are you happy, baby?” I asked.
“More than I have been in a long time,” Nat sighed. “It feels good to just lay here and not be thinking about the next thing. Maybe Olivia has the right idea here. Maybe I should take some time, this time.”
An idea like that was a career risk for her, I knew that.
“If you think it’ll help. I don’t want you to regret it but I know some time off would do you good. You’re going to run yourself down if you keep going from one project to another with no time in between.”
She’d made enough money for us to live on forever but she liked to work. It fulfilled her and she was in her element. Apart from those silly horror movies she had done some really important indie films. She loved those roles. They were what actors lived to play.
“How about you take a break and if anything that’s just too fucking good to pass up comes along you can commit,” I said.
“I wanna try that. It’s just in my blood. To keep going and keep going... But, I obviously love this, us,” she explained. “Being with you makes me happier than all of that. It really does.” She stared up at me all serious. “I don’t think I really realize, how much I crave us, until a project ends. It’s like something changes, like someone sprayed a ton of perfume and I couldn’t smell it before but all of a sudden it’s intoxicating and it’s everywhere and I want to just stop and notice and breathe it in.” She licked her bottom lip, bit it and shook her head as she stared at me. “You’re just everything,” she rolled her eyes, all emotional. “And this one,” she laughed, speaking of Olivia. “I don’t even know what to do with her,” she heaved a deep breath to try and re-stabilize.
“I love watching you work but this is my favorite. Just having time to be with you and soak you into me.” I looked over to Olivia. “She’s pretty alright, isn’t she? I think we should keep her.”
I took a breath and looked into Nat’s eyes, wondering what her answer would be.
“I guess we can try.” She shook her head and smiled, pushing my hair back and stroking my cheek. “She’s a slippery one,” Nat reminded. Then she leaned up and placed a sweet kiss on my lips, a patient needy kiss.
“We’ll always have each other regardless,” I reminded her.
Olivia had hurt her badly and Nat wasn’t going to trust that she’d stick around. I guess, I shouldn’t either but it was hard. Olivia was so sincere. I knew she was telling the truth about how she felt about us. I still think it was different. Nat was her first love so there was something a little more intense for her there.
“And maybe if we don’t try to hold her she’ll stay and if she goes she’ll come back,” I reasoned. “You know, she reminds me of a bird.”
“Okay,” Nat laughed. “What kind of bird?” She eyed me suspiciously, slid her hands around my sides and hugged my lower back.
“Hmm, that’s a good question,” I said.
I didn’t know many birds but I thought through the ones I did know.
“I’m going to go with Nightingale or a Starling,” I said.
“Little singing flighty thing,” Nat smiled.
“That’s the one,” I said.
I reached up and ran my hands through her loose strands before cupping her face. “This right here, with us, is all that matters at the end of it,” I said.
“Do you wanna talk about last night,” she asked, wondering. “It doesn't scare you, right?”
“There’s a stupid tiny voice in the back of my head that’s left over from when I was all plagued by self-doubt but I know it’s false. You and I are solid. What scares me more is if Olivia loves you more and more and then the dynamic gets out of whack. I won’t ever lose you. I can’t,” I said.
“That won't happen,” Nat promised. “Olivia has always loved me the same. She couldn't love me more or less. And now there's more to it, she obviously loves you.”
“Then, I see nothing scary. What about you? How do you feel about last night?”
I shifted to the side so I could look at her face more comfortably.
“I feel… Relief,” she explained. “Like there’d been pressure building and it needed to get out.”
“I think we were always going toward this and it needed to happen. We were all present and it was just love. That’s all I felt. You know, besides the orgasms,” I joked.
“Hm,” she beamed. “And how were those? If you say she’s better than me I’ll be really pissed off,” she laughed.
I rolled my eyes and sighed.
“You dork,” I said before kissing her arm. “You know they were good but you’ve had a lot more time to know what makes me crazy.”
“Hey, I can't make you any crazier than you already are,” she teased adoringly.
“You couldn’t. You’ve already driven me to the limit,” I teased back.
More like she saved me from my own crazy. She didn’t like me bringing that up though. It was always something that I’d be grateful for but there was an understanding that we weren’t going to talk about it.
“I think I'm in a mood to just kiss you forever right now. Olivia infected me.”