She grips the back of my head and brings me to her, kissing me with unspoken confession. Clasping her legs behind my back, she opens for me fully. Mouths molding, tongues dueling, we kiss for long minutes, and I rub my cock against her pussy and stop her just as she lifts her hips to allow me inside. Pulling away, I shake my head. “I’ll wait for you, Trésor, as long as it takes.”
Lowering back to kneel before her, I thrust my fingers in and suck her clit with fervor. Not long after, she calls my name, gripping the sheets in her fists. She goes completely silent as her body erupts, back bowing from the bed, her clit pulsing against my tongue with each wave of release, the glide of my fingers growing slicker and slicker as she floods my mouth. As another wave hits, my name bursts out of her, and the sheer force of it has my throat burning.
Fast breaths pump out of her as I milk the orgasm savoring the taste along with the crash of emotion coursing through my chest. My act turns selfish as I seek more, feeding the rush. Only she can get me this high. Only she can make me feel this way. Only she can soothe the burn she, herself, creates.
I love her beyond limits because she loved me through what I forced her to endure. She loved me, though I made us impossible.
I was the one who forced our stars to blaze past each other. I was the one whose wrath made our path detrimental to us both.
And she loved, and still loves me, despite it all.
But even with the solidarity of that love, it’s trust and forgiveness I seek.
It’s when she goes limp that I go in for another, and she clamps her thighs against my ears in an attempt to push me away. Wrenching them apart, her dark blue eyes shine with momentary surrender as I bow and resume my worship.
With a few more targeted thrashing licks, she’s writhing again, and it’s then I relent, pulling my soaked fingers from her, licking the sweet, tangy aftermath off my lips. Dick throbbing, I watch her come down, her eyes glazing over. Flushed and gasping, she looks down at me when I bend and kiss the top of her pussy, the sensitive skin of her thighs, darting my tongue out one last time to her center, spearing her with my tongue just to satisfy my own greed with one last taste. When I lift to hover above her, the sight of her takes my breath. She’s a prism of beauty, glowing in residue as I flip her, caressing the wings on her back with my fingers. For the first time since I marked her, I can fully appreciate them for what they represent. Gripping her neck with my hand, I run my throbbing dick along her slit before lowering my mouth to trace the ink with my lips and tongue.
“Faite pour moi.” Made for me.
I squeeze her neck, kissing every single inch of marked skin before collapsing to her side, refusing myself the chance to make my words a lie.
Slow.
The stars have managed to pave the way for us again, and I’m not fucking up another chance to collide with her.
It’s taken me years to admit that the thing I fought the hardest brings me the most peace—as much peace as a man like me can have.
Turning her head, she looks over to me with eyes that hold heavily guarded affection, and I know I made the right choice by stopping myself.
“I won’t pretend to know how I hurt you or what it felt like when I did, Cecelia. But I do know how much it hurt me, and that’s enough to know I deserve your anger and caution. But right now, I need you too goddamned much to stay away when you’re right fucking here in front of me. When you are who you are, which is, in case you’re wondering, the other fucking half of me. I’m sorry for the things I’ve done, but it’s time you let me show you how much.”
She slowly nods her head, a lone tear sliding down her cheek. She’s angry with herself for giving in, and I make a firm decision that I won’t press her for more physically, no matter how much the space hurts.
Slow, it is.
We lay there for long moments before I speak again.