Page 65 of Someone Like You

“I have loved people in my life, Giselle. I even loved Beth for a while. But I have never been in love until now.”

I kissed her clitoris, slid a finger inside of her, and made her whimper.

“Your beauty inside and out gives life to my heart.”

I sucked her clitoris, and she arched her hips up.

“You’re such a giving and honest person. You sacrifice your happiness for that of others.”

I sucked her folds and dragged my tongue through them before I pulled back. I slid two fingers inside of her and scissored them.

“When I asked you who was there for you, it wasn’t to make you feel bad about yourself but to take a look at the choices you make. I wanted you to see yourself the way that I do. I wanted you to recognize the beauty within yourself because I suspected that you didn’t.

I pulled my fingers back and opened her folds so that I could stick my tongue inside of her.

“Cas!” She screamed out as she gripped the sides of my head and plunged up powerfully. I sucked and licked for several seconds before I pulled back.

“I am him. I am that nigga. The one who will always be here for you, Elle.”

She cried out again as I plunged a third finger inside of her as I spoke those words. When she did, I removed my fingers and used my lips and tongue to make my woman lose her muthafuckin mind and speak two different languages. I spelled her name inside of her pussy with my tongue. Tears seeped from underneath her closed eyelids long after she had cum.

When I pulled back, I stood and removed my clothes before I joined her on the bed.

“Remove your blouse and play with your nipples for me, baby,” I instructed as I lifted her legs and wrapped them around me.

Trembling fingers obeyed my command until she lay before me with her blouse wide open and her breasts spilling from her pink lace bra.

Positioned on my knees between her legs, I slid inside of her. That hot pussy cloaked around me and cleaved to me. I felt like a key inserted into the lock as she wound up again. Every stroke, every plunge, and every thrust I gave my woman served to prove to her that she was all I needed. I hadn’t lied.

I had fucked many women, had sex with them, took care of them sexually and gently, but I had never loved a woman. Being with Giselle and taking care of her physically and mentally let me know that I hadn’t ever really loved Bethany. I cared about her as a person and as my wife. I loved her the same as I did Jude, my parents, and other people in my life.

As I slid in and out of Giselle, I envisioned her walking down the aisle to me and taking my last name. I thought about her belly swelling with my seed. In my mind’s eye, I could see her chasing my children around the house, and I could see her sitting on a swing beside me as we held hands.

I pumped inside of Giselle and slowly circled within her, and tears fell from my eyes. The love I felt for her spilled over as she thumbed her nipples, squeezed them, and pinched them. She slid her hand down her belly and rubbed her clitoris as I continued to pump inside of her.

“I love you, Cas,” she whispered.

I squeezed her thighs and lay on top of her to seal us in every possible way. Her legs wrapped around me as I lifted her chin so that I could devour her lips and enjoy the taste of her. She held me close as she sucked on my tongue and licked my lips.

I made love to my woman and eased her fears. Despite the fact that anger grew within me at the memory of her standing there with fear on her face at Bethany’s threat, I kept my calm, and I cherished my woman’s body.

When we erupted, it wasn’t the way that we made love. None of the gentleness, tenderness, or quiet was there. It became rough and loud as we both fought it off, wanting to stay in the cocoon we were in a little longer. My teeth ground together, and she sobbed loudly. My fingers pinched her hips, and our mouths clashed together as I tried to quiet her sobs and prevent myself from gnashing my teeth further.

We moaned in each other’s mouths, and our bodies became slick with heat and sweat, and they slapped together as I drove deeper inside of her and as she gave up her orgasm. When she finished, I pulled back from the kiss and rammed inside of her so hard that she screamed, and I roared my pleasure out into the bedroom.

We were lying in bed hours later. I had ordered Chinese and had it delivered. We ate, drank wine, made love again, and showered. Now we were lying in bed beside each other, still wet from our shower.

I pulled my hands through her slightly damp hair as she traced a pattern on my chest.

“How did she find us?”

“Her attorney. We had to make a list of all our assets during the divorce.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your resigning?”

“I was going to. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about when I came home before Beth showed up.”

“You could have told me before.”

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