Rocked & Romanced, page 44
We get to his room, and he sets me down, then he takes my bag and sets it on the dresser, then removes my coat and shoes. He removes his shoes, then climbs into bed under the covers with me and pulls me against him tight. It’s like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
We are quiet for several minutes. “I named the house Ivy Hill after you.”
I smile. “I know.” And he chuckles. “Want to hear something funny?” I ask.
“I want to hear everything.” The butterflies I haven’t felt in seven months are in full force in my stomach, and my heart that hasn’t beaten in seven months is making up for the lost time.
“My parents grew up listening to your music and were huge fans. They named me Ivy after your house.” I can’t help but laugh.
“Wait… but—”
I interrupt him. “Brian can’t figure it out, either. He has a few theories but won’t share them, so I just leave him to it. He’s spent the past seven months with me. I wasn’t much company, so I’m pretty sure he’s working his butt off to figure it out just to get me back. Now that I’m here, I feel bad for how I treated him.”
Another moment of silence passes, and I speak again. “I did what you asked and brought some stuff with me and a bunch of photos.”
His face lights up. “Show me.” He sits up. I grab my bag and sit next to him.
First, I pull out my wallet and show him my driver’s license with my birthday on it. He stares at it, then back at me. “I still can’t wrap my head around all this,” he says.
I smile and kiss him. He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. He is hard for me, and I rub against his cock, and he groans into the kiss.
“I’ve missed you so damn much. It’s like half of me has been missing, and I’ve been walking around living my life, but it feels like it’s not me. Then you walk in that door, and I’m instantly whole again. You are here in my arms, and I’m me again.” He kisses me again.
I deepen this kiss. This is the kiss I thought I’d never get the chance to feel again. The kiss that haunted my dreams and would cause me to wake up out of breath, reaching for him, thinking it was real.
I grind against him, needing the friction.
He breaks the kiss. “How long can you stay this time?” he asks breathlessly.
“Same as last time, ten days.”
“I’m not holding back this time. I plan to make you mine in every way starting now.”
He flips me on to my back and starts pulling off my pants and underwear before I know what’s going on. Next, my shirt and bra disappear, and I’m on the bed naked while he stands next to the bed and just stares down at me.
“You are even more beautiful than I remember, and I remembered you every day, my body remembered you every night, and my heart remembered every second you were gone,” he says. “I missed your smell, like roses and fresh rain. I’d get a whiff of this smell in a crowd and spin around, looking for you, only to realize it was my mind craving you. My security team must think I’m crazy.”
I tear up and reach a hand to him. “You have too many clothes on,” I say. He moves instantly, removing everything before standing before me completely naked.
He then crawls on top of me, and his mouth is between my legs, and he’s licking me like a starved man.
“I missed this taste.” He licks me again. He pushes my legs even farther apart, and he latches on to my clit, and in seconds, I’m tumbling over the edge, screaming his name, but he doesn’t let up. He thrusts a finger inside me and strokes me a few times before he adds a second finger and starts stretching me out.
He finger fucks me while sucking on my clit. He reads my body and seems to know exactly when to speed up and when to slow down to draw my climax out of me. I climax so hard a second time before he starts kissing his way up my body. He gets to my neck, then kisses me, and I can still taste myself on him.
He places the head of his cock at my soaked opening, and he braces himself above me with his elbows on either side of my head. He kisses me lightly and slowly but doesn’t move.
“Beautiful, I don’t want anything between us. I need you skin to skin. It’s been well over a year since I’ve been with anyone, and I’ve been checked. I will pull out, but I need you with nothing between us.”
The passion is clear in his eyes, and I can feel everything he isn’t saying as he tears up at the end. He needs to help our souls combine and our hearts to meet and become one with every part of our beings.
I nod. “It’s been around two years for me, and I’ve been checked too. But David, I’m not on any birth control… I can explain why later, but just know I’m not.”
There is a bit of confusion on his face, but he nods and leans in to kiss me. “I’ll pull out, but this is us, Ivy. Whatever happens, we are in this together.”
With that, he kisses me and thrusts in hard. He stretches me, and I’ve never felt so full. My back arches off the bed, and my eyes roll back in my head as I scream his name. He wraps his arms around my waist and bury his head in my shoulder and shudder.
He starts to thrust in and out slowly until he’s seated all the way inside me.
“Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.” When I do, he sits up on his knees and pulls me up so that I’m sitting on his lap, never breaking the connection.
We are face-to-face, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He firmly grips my hips and starts thrusting in and out of me in long, slow strokes. He watches every move I make, taking in every sound, and adjusts his thrusting based on what I react to. It feels so good I can’t even concentrate, and the rest of the world fades away.
My nipples brush against the rough patches of hair on his chest, making them tingle and ache. My clit grinds again him every time he thrusts all the way inside me, and the feel of him skin on skin makes the connection so much more powerful.
He pulls out and thrusts in again, picking up speed. I clench my walls around him, causing him to toss his head back and moan. On his next thrust, I clamp down again, and he rolls his head forward again to look me in the eyes. His eyes are hooded, clouded in passion and love.
With another thrust, I clamp down a third time, and he leans me back just enough to take my nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he can.
He lets go with a pop and then leans down to give the nipple a nip. I arch into him, thrusting my chest in his face. He gives the other one the same attention before thrusting into me even harder.
He kisses me again before laying me back down on the bed, and I’m so close. “Harder,” I moan.
“God, you were made for me.” He pounds into me harder and faster. “Your pussy is so tight it's strangling my cock. Never felt anything so good in my life.” He thrusts harder. “Love how those breasts bounce every time I slam into you. I need you to come, baby.”
He reaches around and pinches my clit, and it sends me over the edge to the most intense climax of my life. I black out, gasping for air, and my back arches, and I clamp down on his cock. He slams into me a few more times before pulling out, and his hot cum lands on my belly. I look down to see him stroking himself with his eyes staring down at my pussy, which is still spasming, trying to find him again.
When he’s done coming, he looks me in the eyes, and without breaking eye contact, I take my finger and scoop up some of his cum and bring it to my mouth and suck it off my finger.
“Ivy,” he moans as more cum leaks from his cock on to my belly. He leans down and takes his hand and rubs his come onto my breasts and into my belly and all the way up to my neck. He rubs it all into my skin.
“I look good on you, beautiful. I don’t think a day will go by where my come won’t be soaked into your skin.” He leans down and kisses me before collapsing beside me on the bed and pulling me next to him.
I catch my breath, then lean up on my elbow to look down at him. I rub my hand over his chest, playing with his nipples. I lightly pull at one, and his whole body shudders, and I watch as his cock gets hard all over again.
“On the nights when it hurt the most, do you know what I would think of?” I ask. He looks over at me with a sad expression on his face.
“What would you think of, beautiful?”
“That last morning in the shower. Every time I would shower, I’d feel your arms around me and your head on my shoulder. The first time you truly let your guard down, and you were vulnerable around me. I knew you had been crying, and while it broke my heart, that moment healed me in a way I could never explain. It was a simple way to show you felt the same way I did.” I let my hand trace his abs while I kept looking at him.
“I wanted so bad to make love to you in that shower, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk away if I did. So when the nights got hard and dark, I’d imagine what it would have been like if I had let you bend me over and take me in the shower.” Another shudder wracks his body. “What if you had slammed me up against the shower wall and taken me right then?”
I trail my hand down and rub the come leaking from the head of his cock down his shaft before I get out of bed. I walk to the bathroom door before I look back over my shoulder at him. His eyes are on me just as I knew they would be.
“Baby, I don’t want to wonder what if anymore.” I walk to the shower and turn it on.
Chapter 7
David
The water barely starts before I’m against her from behind, my cock pressing into her delicious backside. I wrap my arms around her waist just as I did that morning seven long months ago.
“Every time I stepped into this shower, I saw that morning. I saw you standing there with the water dripping from your body, your eyes closed, and head tilted up. When I would get in the shower, I’d feel you in my arms. There hasn’t been a day that I didn’t step into this shower rock-hard and come into my hand just to get through the day. Most days, I’d have to finish with a cold shower too. But I refused to shower in any other bathroom. This is our room, our bathroom, our space, and when I have to be without you, this is where I am able to connect with you the most,” I say and then pull her to me.
She’s facing the water, and I’m standing behind her with my arms wrapped around her. My face is in her neck just like that morning, but this time, there are no tears. I’m kissing her neck and running my hands up her belly to grab her round breasts and massaging them, pinching her nipples, squeezing them together.
“What my girl wants, my girl gets, always. Now put your hands on the wall and stick that perfect ass out,” I say. Grabbing her hips, I thrust home as soon as she does. Her slick heat wraps around me, and she clamps down, pulling me in.
I know I will never get enough of this, of us. No one has ever made me feel this way, and no one will because it’s us. This connection makes all the difference. I know at this moment I will always wait for her between visits. No matter if it’s a few months or a few years, I will always wait for her.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when Ivy tosses her head back and moans. The sound fills the room, combining with the water and the sound of our wet skin slapping together, the sound of my balls slapping up and hitting her clit with each thrust.
I run my hand from her hip up her spine and tangle it in her wet hair. Her walls start to clamp down on me. I know she’s close, so I pull out, and she lets out a frustrated groan that only makes me smile. I pull her up and turn her around I lift her, wrap her legs around my waist, and pin her to the wall. I lean down and kiss her, nipping at her bottom lip as I thrust into her as deep as I can.
“Is this what you would dream about, beautiful? Me stretching you like this? Owning you?” I ask, then I lean down to her ear. “Because this is exactly what I would picture when I was I here stroking myself to images of you.” I nip at her ear as she gasps. Her walls clench. Apparently, my girl likes dirty talk.
“No, my brain was never this good. This is so much better than anything I ever pictured,” she says.
“Tell me, my sweet Ivy, did you touch yourself thinking of me? Did you rub your clit? Stick your fingers in you and come thinking of me?” I ask as I pinch her clit, and her whole body tenses up, her legs lock around me, and her walls clamp down on me, and she comes, screaming my name. She comes so hard her sweet cream is dripping down my balls.
It’s enough to make my balls draw up tight. I thrust twice more and pull out and start coming on the wall behind her, thrusting my dick between her ass cheeks.
I still have her pinned to the wall, her legs around me when I say. “Beautiful, you didn’t answer my question.”
Her eyes open and take a moment to focus before she speaks, and then it’s barely above a whisper. “Every night, David, every night, I’d pray for this moment. I’d picture it in vivid detail, and when I’d come, it would be with your name on my lips, but it was always disappointing. My body craved you, and my hand was a poor substitute.”
I kiss her then and pour all my emotions and love into it. I make love to her mouth and try to make her understand what she means to me and what her words do to me. It’s a kiss that’s begging her not to leave me again. When I pull back, her eyes are a little misty, and I place a soft kiss on each eyelid before I reach for her shampoo. When she sees it, her eyes go big. “You still have my stuff?” she asks.
“Yes, having your stuff mixed with my mine made me think you were coming back, and being able to have your scent near me again soothed my soul. Your stuff will always be here. It will always be waiting for you to come back to me.”
We take turns washing each other before getting out of the shower. I dry her off but refuse to let her get dressed again. I walk her to the closet and show it to her. She walks in and takes it in, her hand covering her mouth and tears in her eyes.
I look at what she sees. There is not only the clothes Nancy bought for her seven months ago but also clothes I bought since she’s been gone. Things I wanted to see her in, or I thought she would like. She was always on my mind when I was traveling and touring.
“What’s all this, David?” she asks.
“Every day, I thought of you. When I was touring and traveling, I would see something I knew you would like, or something I wanted to see you in, and I bought it for you, brought it home, and hung it up here in our closet. This will always be your home, Ivy; your clothes will always hang here with mine. I have your sizes memorized, and I will always add to this closet for you. I will always keep your toiletries with mine. I just ask that you put your stamp on the rest of the house too, so I can feel you here even when you are not.”
“I’m way ahead of you.” She walks past me. She grabs her bag from the floor and sits on the bed. I sit down next to her and lean against the headboard. I pull her to sit between my legs with her back against me. My dick wants to come out and play again, but he’s going to have to wait.
She turns to face me, and her eyes run over my face.
“I love you, David. I wasn’t sure when I left, but the more I read and looked into you, the harder I fell. Today just confirms it.”
I rest my forehead to hers and close my eyes. Her words are ones I would hear in my dreams and always thought they’d be just that. Dreams.
“I love you too, Ivy, so much,” I whisper.
She turns forward again and leans back to rest her head against my shoulder. “I love this, the cuddling with you, your arms around me. This is home wherever we are, and your arms around me.”
She reaches into her bag and pulls out two picture frames. She holds them up for me to see. The frames are a simple black but with an ivy leaf vine design around the edges. They are simple and gorgeous, but it’s what’s in the frames that have me choking up.
One is the photo of me the press took standing next to the sign when I named the house Ivy Hill. In this photo, I’m looking right into the camera. I remember thinking she is on the other end, and she will see this, and I wanted to show her everything I still felt for her.
The other is the photo we took of her sitting on my lap the last day she was here. The only photo of her and me.
“These are the exact two photos I have sitting on my nightstand at home in these same two frames. I fall asleep every night looking at them and with your music playing me to sleep.”
I tear up instantly but take the photos and place them on my nightstand too and then turn her head so I can kiss her. I can’t seem to stop the tears that fall while I show her how much I love her with my mouth. When she pulls back, she starts kissing the tears off my face, which only causes more to fall. I close my eyes and try to gather myself, all while enjoying her lips on my face.
“I love you like this,” she says between kisses
“Like what?” I ask.
“When you let your mask down and show me your vulnerable side. I see the side the media gets, which is a colder version of you. The side your fans get is a bit warmer. But this side is my favorite.”
I force a smile. “Only for you. I will always have my masks down for you and only you will know the real true me. Only you will get to see my tears and know the depths of my love for you.” I choke up again. “What else do you have in your bag of treasures?”
She smiles and pulls out her phone with a cord. “I brought my charging cord this time with an adapter so I can charge it. Brian said the outlet at your house is a bit different than the ones in my time, but he swears it will work. I brought a few things on my phone that I think will eliminate any doubt of where I come from.”
I kiss her cheek and rest my chin on her shoulder. “Show me.” She starts by showing me pictures from the past seven months. Many are in her house, and you can see the sadness in her eyes, which kills me. Then she shows me a picture of myself, but you can tell I’m older. She says it was taken the year before I die. I swallow hard.
Then she plays a song that is my voice, no doubt. But the song is one I’ve never heard before, much less sang and recorded. But it could very well be talking about her and how much I love her and need her.
