Page 68 of Follow Your Bliss

Her release squeezed and released my fingers, and she laid there for a few seconds panting. Then her eyes fluttered open and focused on me. With a determined smile, she got up, grasped my shoulders, and pushed me down to the bed. She kissed my mouth, then I grasped and caressed her body wherever I could reach as she left a trail of kisses down my chest and stomach, licking a swirling line down the sensitive skin of my groin.

“Rose,” I breathed.

Holding my gaze, she ran her tongue up the underside of my cock. Shivers erupted through every cell of my body. I moaned out her name again, my stomach muscles shuddering as I fought barreling over the edge.

Shemmmedas if she enjoyed my taste. Then her mouth slipped like velvet down my length until I felt the back of her throat. I dug my hands into her loose curls, pulling them out of her way and gently tugging once they were wrapped around my fists.

Her moan vibrated around me, her beautiful face solemn with determination. Watching and feeling her at the same time was taking my breath away.

She fisted the base of me, sucking me almost whole and torturing me with her ravenous tongue. Grinding me so deep. I panted her name and barely held onto the edge, twisting my hands in her hair. I was afraid to move my hips and spend my load before I buried myself in her body.

Fuck, no more. I sat up abruptly, pulling her up. My cock popped out of her mouth, and she scrambled onto my lap. She stuck her tongue down my throat and swallowed my whole cock into her tight heaven with one downward thrust. I gently palmed the back of her neck to hold her in place as she ground against me, and my release gathered in my spine. I begged my body to hold on, but I erupted deep inside her, her release following mine.

Even then I couldn’t stop kissing her. Touching her. Running my fingertips along each eyebrow and weaving my fingers through hers. How did she become everything to me so fast?

Rose

Welp, I’d just confidently sewn this skirt inside out.

I turned off my sewing machine, rubbed my stinging eyes, and sank to the living room rug where I curled into a ball. I’d been at this for four days, and my progress wasn’t fast enough. Dread uncurled in my chest. I couldn’t do this. It was already September, and I wasn’t finished with Becca’s dresses. I hadn’t even started Mom’s. My back ached, my fingers were sore. I was going to let my mother down, and my dream was a nightmare.

My heart jangled in a familiar rhythm of panic. No. Not now. I curled up tighter when the tears started. Why did I think I could do this, especially after losing all that time in Florida? I should’ve brought my sewing machine, should’ve set up camp on the condo’s table and locked myself inside to work on Becca’s dresses. But then I would’ve missed all that golden time with Jason that I was paying for now.

I couldn’t stop shaking and crying, loud sobbing that echoed through the empty church. My arms felt cold. I was the worst human. I was such a burden. I couldn’t…I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do anything.

The front door opened, and I gasped my mouth shut, squinching my eyes closed. If Jason found me like this, he’d think I was ridiculous. He’d send me away. I was ridiculous. And so stupid to think—

“Honey, I’m home!” Jason called out. “They had the thread you wanted, and I couldn’t read my handwriting on the zipper length. So, I got a 20-inch and a 22-inch. If that’s wrong, I’ll go back…Rose? Baby, where are you?”

My sob came out like a hiccup. I couldn’t hide now. “I’m here,” I wailed miserably.

His footsteps came closer, and then he was on the floor beside me. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He kissed my head and rubbed my back.

“I can’t do this, Jason. I thought it was what I wanted, but—” I hiccuped a sob and gasped for air through my mouth since my nose was completely blocked. “I just sewed a dress inside-out. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I’m so bad at this. Now I have to rip all those stitches out and do it again, and I can’t—” I took in a shuddering breath. “I don’t know why I thought I could do this. The dresses are a mess, and I’m gonna let everybody down. I can’t have a business like this. What was I thinking? I’m…I can’t…” I started sobbing again.

“Aw, baby,” he murmured. “Come on. Let’s get up.” He helped me to my feet then carried me bodyguard-style to his deep, cushy sofa. He draped a throw on me and handed me the tissues from the coffee table. “I’ll be right back.”

He dropped a kiss on my head then hurried off, leaving me to sob and blow my nose. I was a useless burden. Living in his beautiful house and not even paying half the bills. He built me a table and even went and bought stuff for me. I had nothing to offer him, and he was going to realize it. I blew my nose harder—so much snot. He must think I’m so disgusting.

He settled beside me and handed me my purse. “Do you want your medicine? Would that help?”

I nodded, crying harder. Here he was being so good to me, and I didn’t deserve it. He pulled out my wallet and peered inside my purse, bringing forth the pill bottle. “Is this it?”

“Yeah.”

He handed me a little white pill and a water bottle, and I drank my medicine down.

“Here…” He snuggled up against me, laying us down face-to-face along the sofa.

“I’m sorry I’m such a burden,” I sobbed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I can’t stop crying. I’m a mess.”

“Baby, you’re not remotely a mess. You’re not a burden, and you don’t have anything to be sorry for.” He pulled me tight into his arms, and I nestled closer to his chest. His strong heartbeat against my ear centered me.

“I’m just so tired.”

“Of course you’re tired. You’ve been up late and early trying to make everything perfect. Yeah, maybe you took on a lot, but I don’t doubt for a minute that you can do it. But you need to rest, now.” He kissed my head and rubbed my back, then pushed my hair back from my face. “You’re so talented, and so smart, and you care so much. I’m sorry it’s so hard for you now, but you areamazingat what you do, and you couldn’t let everybody down if you tried. You’re gonna get everything done.”

“Please don’t leave me. I need you.” I whimpered, his caresses calming me down. If I could just escape my brain for a while. I needed to escape for a while.

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