Only You, Butterfly
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Arianna had been gone for four hours already. Four Hours! What if she didn’t come back? What if she chose to stay with her father? Let Darren provide for her instead of him?
“Tom.” Clay was watching the expressions on his face.
Tom glanced at Clay his jaw clenched and the muscles in his cheek ticking. “What?”
“Do you want to go get something to eat?” Clay asked.
“No, but why don’t you?” Tom walked over to the refrigerator and took out another beer.
Clay sighed. He was having a difficult time keeping the beer away from Tom.
Tom popped the top and guzzled half the beer. He paced back and forth, his mind whirling.
There was a knock on the door and Lily walked in, smiling.
“Arianna and Darren are back.” She glanced over at Tom and her smile turned to a frown.
“Thanks, Lily.” Tom made another turn, pacing the other way on the floor.
Clay stood. “Let’s go see how Arianna is.”
Tom nodded. “Be there in a minute.”
Clay walked over to Lily wrapping his arm around her waist. “Okay, but if you’re not out in few, I'll be back.”
Tom glared as the door closed behind Clay. He dropped into the chair, finishing his beer and just stared at the bottle.
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“Hey, Clay, Lily, where’s Tom?” Arianna stopped in front of them in the hallway.
“In the dressing room.” Lily pointed toward the door ten feet behind them.
“Is everything okay?” Arianna’s smile slipped.
“You’ll have to ask Tom.” Clay kissed her cheek before walking away.
Arianna watched Lily and Clay walk away talking quietly. Her brows furrowed. Was something wrong?
She walked in the dressing room. Tom was sitting on the chair with his head in his hand.
Arianna watched him closely. “Tom, are you okay?”
Tom’s head snapped up. There she was. Standing not ten feet in front of him. Was she here to say goodbye?
He put the bottle on the floor. “Just worried about your lunch with your dad.”
Arianna locked the door. “What were you worried about?”
Tom hesitated glancing at her then down at his legs, shrugging. “How it went.”
Arianna walked over and straddled his legs, kneeling on the chair.
Tom looked up at her. His fingers dug into the arms of the chair. Her smile was huge and his heart sank.
“Lunch was wonderful. My dad is really nice,” she said. He couldn’t hide his expression, his ticking cheek or clenched jaw.
“Yes, he is,” Tom said. He couldn’t deny he was a good man.
“I think I will like getting to know him.” She moved her fingers over his shoulders then teased his ears.
“I’m sure you two will get along just fine.” He closed his eyes enjoying the feel of her fingers on his skin, wondering if it was the last time he would feel it.
“He asked me about you and me.” Arianna ran her fingers through his hair.
“Did he?” he asked.
She knew what was bothering Tom she had seen it last night and this morning. “He told me if I wanted to he had places where I could live, money I could have.”
He flinched. He knew Darren would, after all, she was his daughter. “I figured he would.”
She ran her thumbs over his lips. “I told him I didn’t need them because I was happy with you. I want to stay with you, if you want me to.”
Tom’s eyes flew open. His body shook with relief. He gripped the chair arms harder as he stared into her eyes, discerning the truth of her words.
Her dimple peeked as she smiled. He wrapped his arms around her crushing her to his chest.
She kissed his neck. “Do you want me to?”
His fingers tangled in her hair jerking her head back. “Do I want?”
His mouth crushed hers. His tongue slid past her lips, slamming deep. She melted against him. Her tongue moved to touch his.
He stood up with her wrapped around him. His mouth refused to let hers go, to let her breathe. He pinned her against the wall, yanking her shirt loose from her shorts and sliding it up.
He broke off the kiss and before she could think, he pulled her shirt over her head. He crushed her lips again. Her bra quickly followed, landing on the floor and he cupped her breasts teasing her nipples. His thumbs brushed her honey tips, until she moaned in his mouth. He pulled the button lose on her shorts and pushed her legs down until she was standing. He stripped them and her panties off, kneeling in front of her.
She glanced down. Her eyes full of passion and love.
He cupped her butt and buried his mouth in her pussy.
She arched. Her fingers tangling in his hair holding him against her. “Tom, I want you.”
He kissed his way up her stomach to her breasts and teased her hardened nipples. He ripped open his jeans, exposing his engorged cock. He pushed his pants down, holding her against the wall and slammed inside her.
“Butterfly.” He pulled back, thrusting deep again.
She sobbed against his mouth. Her breath flowed, over his lips as her fingers clung to his shoulders.
“Your shirt.” She moaned.
He pinned her hips tightly against the wall. He leaned back and wrenched off his shirt.
She caressed his chest as he placed his hands against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His mouth crushed hers as he pounded into her.
She squeezed her legs tighter around his waist. His strokes rocked her against the wall.
“Tom!” Her pussy pulsated around his cock. Her nerves shivered and the butterflies exploded from her stomach.
He let out a hoarse groan, ramming balls deep. His muscles tensed and he shuddered with the force of his release.
He buried his face against her neck. His breathing ragged and ruffled her hair. She kissed his shoulder. He fell to his knees with her wrapped around him.
“Does this mean you want me to stay with you?” She laid her palm against his cheek.
Tom laughed. All his fears and doubts vanished with her words. “Forever, Butterfly. You’ll be mine forever. I will never let you go.”
“I love you, Tom.” She ran her tongue over his lips eyes glowing with happiness.
His eyes mirrored her happiness. He cupped her face. “I love you, too, Butterfly. With everything I am. You’re the only woman I will ever want or need. Only you, Butterfly.”
The End
About the Authors
Rae Spencer is an eclectic recluse working as a paper-pusher living in Pennsylvania. She is the author of the erotic romance novellas “Beyond A Proposition,” "For Everything," “Only You, Butterfly,” and the short story “Cigány Flame” included in the anthology “Indulgence” by LazyDay Publishing.
A coffee aficionado wrapped in a tiny package Rae is also a peanut M&M fanatic, a girly-girl rocker, a wannabe hula-hoop dancer, mediocre harp player and an extreme butterfly lover whose personality is ruled by her Libra-ness.
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