All This Time

by Marie Wathen

  “That’s where you belong,” he whispers, a satisfied gleam flickers in his eyes.

  Blues moves his legs between mine, draping over the edge of the bed. His hands drift up my thighs, a slow, gentle caress. He moves further up, fingers skimming over the small space between my tee-shirt and shorts exposing my belly, and making goose bumps blossom over every inch of my body. I moan when his large hands slip under my shirt and tenderly cup my breast. His eyes latch onto mine and he dips down capturing my mouth with a frantic kiss while his thick hands knead my swelling boobs. I grip the back of his shirt and tug, needing it gone. He pulls away and sheds it quickly before holding his hands out to me. I take them and he brings me forward. Releasing me, he grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head. He pushes loose strands of hair away from my face before tracing a finger down my throat and slipping it into my deep cleavage. He pops the clasp and slides the lacy material off my shoulders, dropping it at the foot of the bed sufficiently removing the final barrier keeping me from feeling his hot flesh.

  Still standing over me with his legs pressing against the mattress between my knees, he bends down for a sweet kiss. The tips of his fingers barely graze over my cheek moving away a stubborn hair, but the touch is enough to make my skin prickle. “You are mine,” he whispers as he nibbles and sucks my lips while roughly digging those amazing fingers into my thick hair.

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  My mind is hazy, drunk even, but my body is more alive than I ever thought possible. The sensations rolling over my flesh vibrates down into my muscles and bones. Every part of me is drawn into an overwhelming excitement of expectation from my lover.

  Blues

  After removing the rest of my clothing, he guides me to the center of his bed. Watching him undress slowly while he watches me builds my anticipation of what I know will be the best sexual experience of my life. Uncertain if this could be our only night together, he isn’t rushing this time between us tonight. Standing beside the bed fully disrobed he holds my gaze with an extreme intensity resembling a longing of a lonely man. Whether Blues knows it or not the look in his eyes is complete and utter annihilation of me. With a wicked grin, he absorbs every inch of my nakedness, like I’m the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

  “You are beautiful,” he says sincerely and I think for a second that maybe he can read my mind. I can’t hide the blush creeping up my neck or the silly ass smile spreading across my face.

  “You think I’m beautiful?” I ask bashfully.

  Heat flares in his eyes as he puts one knee followed by the other on the bed, crawling up to me. His thick biceps bulge as he presses large fists into the mattress. The cording muscles in his broad shoulders and chest, covered with a light sheen of sweat, flex like those of a wild animal stalking its prey. He crosses over so that he lies on my right side facing me. My eyes scan down his body from his thick neck, over his sculpted abs and down his muscular legs. He places his hand over my bellybutton and glances up at me with those electric blue eyes framed in long and lush eyelashes.

  “Yes my angel, you are absolutely beautiful,” he replies dipping his head down so that his lips connect with mine. My heart rate soars.

  His mouth begins a slow and vigorous rhythm, his lips parting open a little more with each sip he takes of mine. He tastes so scrumptious and warm like my favorite whiskey. Losing all thought in this kiss I moan repeatedly and his hand tickles up my stomach, stopping just under my left breast. He glides his fingers under the swell moving them lazily edging along the outside, and then encircles my nipple torturously. This touch is hypnotic and he causes me to gasp when he rolls and pinches them roughly. Continuing to kiss me deeply, he moves over to my other breast giving it the same loving attention. My hands drift up and over his shoulder, my fingernails scraping down his back. A deep rumble in his chest vibrates against me and instantly I melt.

  He moves his mouth along my jaw to my ear and down my neck where he begins placing soft kisses. “You’re the last thought I have before closing my eyes every night,” he breathes across the dip at the base of my throat. My head swims with the heady feeling and my body burns with severe need for him. “I can’t get you out of my head.” He rolls his body on top of mine, spreading my thighs apart slightly. His lips scorch a path down my chest where he captures my pebbled nipple between his teeth. His tongue strokes around the edge of my nipple before lapping at it and then blowing hot air across it lightly. “You taste so damn good baby.” The need to squeeze my thighs together is intense enough to make me whimper when his body blocks me. He draws my nipple into his mouth sucking hard and I thrust my fingers into his dark hair clutching him tightly to my breast.

  “Oh baby,” I moan faintly, my voice and body liquefying for him, “That is so damn good.”

  The feel of his large hands gripping into my sensitive skin along my ribs drives me wild. Wanting to feel him against my heat, I part my legs and he settles between them. He releases the painfully enjoyable hold he has on my nipple and begins feathering kisses under my breast. He slows his pace along my ribs to trace over my Jeremiah 29:11 tattoo before moving over my stomach. Shifting his body down, he nips at my hip while sliding his left arm under my right thigh. Hot breath flutters over my skin as he raises his head up to look down at my center.

  “There’s that sexy little strip,” he says running his nose along my small patch of hair and breathing deeply. “You are intoxicating,” he groans glancing up at me before lowering his mouth to my pussy.

  My head thrusts back, my eyes roll up and my body arches off the bed as he slides his tongue into me. I grip the sheets in my hand tightly, like it will help me hold onto my sanity.

  “Blues…” I beg my voice raspy and needy.

  He ignores my cries and continues lapping hungrily. His fingers pierce the flesh on my hips while his head moves with the slow circling of his tongue around my clit.

  “Oh, Blues, I’m so close,” I raise my head looking down at him sucking me into his mouth. His eyelashes flutter before he looks up. Those mysterious blue eyes reveal so much with one glance, a promise to give everything while he takes my climax. Locked in an intense gaze with him, I reach heavenly heights and he moans against my ultra-sensitive core, seeing the pleasure deep in my eyes. I scream out his name and drop back on the bed. “Mmm, that was so... ” Fuck, that was so fucking better than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole damn life. A few more licks later he stops and edges his way up my body. “More…” I pant and he smiles deviously.

  Something about looking at him now hits a high alert alarm in my head. After having a mind blowing orgasm with him watching me like that I know I can’t allow it to happen while he enters me. It will ignite something that I’m not prepared for with him. From the savage desire and dominating control he is displaying I’m not sure how to get out of it this time, since he demands eye contact every time.

  “More is exactly what I was thinking,” he growls hovering over me before lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me hard, “A lot more.”

  I drape my arms around his neck loosely. Hoping to shift the power a little, I begin kissing down his jaw to his neck. Blues rolls his head dropping his forehead onto my shoulder, allowing me better access. He moans and grinds against my center, enjoying every little lick and nip I take. Those breathy sounds are heating me up again and he is more than ready.

  “Doll,” he whispers against the curve of my neck, a severe plea in his tone, “I want to feel you.”

  Warming with a shiver that his five little word request evokes from the depths of my very being, I stroke my fingers through his soft thick hair, raise his head up and bring his mouth to my parted lips. He slides his tongue in licking and twirling against mine while encasing me in his strong arms. Opening my eyes, I find him staring at me and I almost forget to breathe. Definitely need to face away, I tell myself. He breaks our kiss and lifts his body off mine. Stretching an arm over to the edge of the bed, he reaches for his wallet. I take the oppor
tunity to twist out from underneath him, turning onto my right side.

  “Where are you going?” he asks, placing his hand on my stomach to stop me.

  I grin glancing at the foil packet in his hand and reply, “Just rolling on my side.”

  He removes his hand and rips into the wrapper. A moment later he is scooting in behind me, sliding one arm under my neck and the other wrapping around my waist. I turn my head, glancing over my shoulder and he dips down for a kiss. It’s soft, passionate and sweet, and I damn sure don’t allow my eyes to open through it. Instead I raise my left leg over his rubbing my ass against his pulsing cock. He groans and I feel the vibrations against my back.

  “You want me to take you this way baby?” he asks slipping his hand between my thighs and thrusting a finger deep inside. “Mmm, so fucking wet for me.” I gasp and nod my head while squeezing my eyes shut tightly completely enraptured by the pleasure his fingers give while anticipating how amazing he is going to feel burying himself into my body. Reaching down, he grabs his dick and presses it against my entrance. He rubs it back and forth over and over making me mad with need.

  “Tell me,” he states placing hot kisses against the back of my neck.

  I wiggle my ass, trying to encourage him before saying, “I need…”

  “No,” he demands in a whisper while sliding his tongue across the top of my shoulder. “No, needs tonight. Tell me, Doll.”

  Moaning deeply while he only pushes the wide head of his erection inside me, I breathlessly beg, “Fuck me, please.”

  Blues slides the thick tip out and then he shoves a little more back in slowly while he growls deeply, “Tell me.”

  I’m totally buzzing with a high from my desire to feel him inside me. I’m doing everything I can; running my hand down his abs trying to guide him into me, hiking my backside up for better access and reaching around grabbing his hair to pull him down for a passionate kiss. Nothing is working. He’s being so stubborn and it’s making me fucking crazy. I whimper pitifully hoping that he’ll show mercy on me and give me what I want. He pulls out all the way and then thrust only the head back inside several times before he demands, “Tell me what you want. Tell me!”

  “I want you, Blues,” I pant. “I want you to love me.”

  Hearing the magic words, he slowly pushes every thick inch of his arousal into me. He grinds into me hard, forcing me to take all of him, and I do happily. He slips one hand down between my legs where he presses down on my mound as he begins pumping into me. I growl and call out his name while he continues fucking me and kissing my neck. The arm he has under my neck wraps around me, his hand gripping my shoulder fiercely, as he draws me tightly against his chest

  “Baby...” he grunts. “I fucking love how tight your pussy is and how it clenches so damn hard on my dick.”

  I grab a handful of his hair and pull him around for another kiss. His rhythm is wild and amazing. He rolls over onto his back, dragging me with him. He brings his legs up slightly between mine, spreading me wide open. His hands roam all over my chest, pinching my nipples and kneading my breast. He slips one hand between my folds, massaging around his thickness, while the other works on my clit, all while thrusting his hips up and making me bounce on him. I am so close to shattering it is maddening, and I can tell by the frantic pulsing force he is going to join me.

  Moving his hands away from my mound, I sit up and slip my left leg between his while my right stays draped over his right hip. Facing away, I straddle his thigh, bouncing and writhing on him while he grips tightly to my hips.

  “Oh baby,” I moan feeling the tightening in my belly and clench my walls tightly.

  “Tip baby, I’m coming with you,” he grunts thrusting upward, matching my rhythm. I don’t tip over the edge, I fucking plummet. Just as Blues promised, he is spiraling out of control with me while barking out my name.

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  February

  Streaks of gold light dance across the foot of the bed when I open my eyes. Quickly scanning the room my mind flips through the events of yesterday and last night. Blues made love to me all night long. When we finished the second time he took me into the bathroom where he treated me like a princess. He started with a hot bath for us to soak in while we held each other close. He sat behind me and laced his fingers through mine, wrapped our arms across my chest, careful not to get my cast wet and we talked about random unimportant topics. When the water cooled, he dried me off and took me back to bed where he touched and kissed every inch of my body. His eyes stayed fixed on mine like refusing to release it would prevent me from disappearing. He showed me more love than I’ve ever felt before. Without a doubt it was the greatest night of my life.

  “Good morning,” Blues murmurs against my neck. I turn my head seeing him hovering over me dressed in an Atlanta Brave tee-shirt and dark washed blue jeans. His hair is a cracking good mess and those sexy blue eyes are sparkling with renewed life. “Or should I say, good afternoon.”

  “Is it really that late?” I ask stretching and covering a hand over my mouth to stifle a yawn.

  “Mm hmm,” he replies sitting beside me on the bed and drawing my hand into his. “You’ve been a little sleepy head today. But that’s okay; you can rest as long as you need.”

  He eyes scan over my face before he looks down at our joined hands and the sharp blue color washes into a dull tint. He looks like a man with a lot of regrets. I wonder if that includes making love to me last night. I’m reading too much into what happened between us. Blues doesn’t love me…and…I…I…don’t want him too. Yeah, that sounds convincing. A weird panicky feeling blankets over my chest.

  “Thank you,” I offer in a rather submissive voice that doesn’t sound anything like me. Clearing my throat, I try again, “I think I’m good though. I’m sure you’re like busy and all today so I’ll get my things together quickly.” Twisting around to the other side of the bed, I slip off and begin looking for my clothes. I can’t make eye contact with him for some reason and I don’t know what this crap gibberish is that is flowing out of my mouth. I sound like some bitter, pathetic teenage girl. “I can be out of here in fifteen minutes, or less if I don’t shower. You could have awakened me earlier, you know?” My tone grows harsher when I find my clothes scattered at the foot of the bed and on the floor. “Like several hours ago would have been okay. I need to get back to…”

  “Angel,” Blues says interrupting my weird ass monologue. He walks around the bed to where I’m standing. His hand reaches out, his fingers thread through the hair at the base of my neck. Tugging me toward him, his dark lips curve upward while his eyes glow, amused by my odd behavior. “Calm down. I like having you in my bed and I don’t want you to leave.” He wraps his free arm around my waist, pressing his hand against the small of my back and bringing me close against him. “We’ll go back to Georgia tomorrow, but I want today.” He holds me in a hypnotic haze with those drilling sapphire eyes waiting expectantly for my response.

  “Today?” Regaining some of my dignity back, I straighten my spine and lift my chin up proudly when I respond, “It’s a date.” A big goofy grin sneaks across his face right before he kisses the hell out of me.

  “Get dressed,” he says over his shoulder as he begins walking out of the room. “I’m taking you to lunch.”

  For some strange reason I’m actually giddy about spending time with Blues. After watching him leave I shoot into the bathroom and zip around like a lunatic scrubbing and buffing every inch of my skin raw. I’m acting like he’s taking me on my very first date. Once I sufficiently make myself a flaming red color and wash my hair, I practically dance around in front of the sink while blow drying my out of control tresses. I dress quickly in torn faded blue jeans and a dark brown long sleeve tee-shirt before walking back into the room.

  Spotting Blues zipping my bag closed, I grow suspicious and ask, “What are you doing?”

  He glances over his shoulder at me, eyes twinkling like exquisite jewels. “I pack
ed your things, we’re checking out.”

  “Oh.” Sadness suddenly pricks against my heart. I thought I would get more time with him.

  Turning around, he holds out his hands which I accept without hesitation. “Don’t look at me like that. We’re going to lunch and then I’m taking you some place special,” He watches my face for a reaction, “Unless you would rather go home.” The sullen look morphing across his face doesn’t match his words.

  “No,” Smiling like an idiot, I bite my lip and shake my head. “I’m not ready to go back yet.”

  He pushes my hair over my shoulder, leans his face down into the crook of my neck and kisses tenderly at the apex of my jaw and earlobe. His cheek dusts lightly over mine as he growls in my ear, “Good, I’m not ready to give you up.”

  He grasps my hand, slinging my bag over his shoulder and then walking us out. When we arrive downstairs he has a rental car waiting, nothing special just a domestic sedan. Ever the gentleman, he opens the passenger door and kisses the back of my hand reverently before securing me inside. We drive south for an hour. Finally, he pulls into the parking lot of an aged Chinese restaurant well off the beaten path. I glance over at him and he shrugs.

  “I have a little bit of an Asian obsession,” he admits with a lopsided grin.

  “Uh, huh,” I drawl my reply while glancing from the rundown building back to him again. Then seeing the twinkle in his eyes and smile fade, it hits me that he’s not kidding. He genuinely is excited about eating in a place that from the looks of it, the health department should have condemned at least twenty years ago.