Page 59 of Absinthe Dreams
He took it from my hands gently and twisted, dropping it onto a hook set that was one of those you hung over the door.
My tee he discarded on a chair next to the cluttered dresser that seemed to be more of a laundry catcher than something anyone actually sat in.
I wrapped my arms around his waist over his soft, faded-blackTOOLband tee with the sleeves cut off, and he touched me like I liked, his hands on my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs, and looking at me in that way that he tended to look at me. Like I was one of the seven wonders of the world standing just in front of him… which was crazy, but made me feel so beautiful, and cherished. I loved how he looked at me that way.
“I love the way you look at me,” he murmured, and I laughed softly just as he lowered his head to touch his lips to mine.
I whispered against his mouth, “Get out of my head.” Then we were kissing, and even though it’d only been something like two days,God,how I’d missed him.
I pressed myself against him and lifted the hem of his tee as much to return the effort he’d already placed into undressing meas to get more contact. I wasn’t cold by any means, not with the warm and sultry night outside, but I loved his warmth, his heat against my body, and I’d been craving it like nothing else the last couple of days without him.
He hummed, a pleased sound against my mouth, at my hands against his skin, and I couldn’t keep the expression of joy off my lips with how they curled up in a smile against his.
Once again, our clothes fell a piece at a time, like leaves falling from the trees, or petals from a flower past its prime, until we were both nude, hands wandering, lips exploring, and Chainsaw was walking me back toward his bed.
It was old, the bed, and squeaked and creaked as it took our weight, but I didn’t care if he didn’t.
We kissed, and touched, and played along each other’s bodies, looking for the things that made one another tick. He had the upper hand due to his sheer size over mine, and before I knew it, I was on my back and he was between my knees, kissing his way down my chest, my stomach, and settling between my thighs. He looked up the length of my body, as though silently asking for permission.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and acquiesced, trusting, silently giving myself over to whatever his whim might be, though you can guess I had a good idea.
His tongue wasmagic.
He made this slow, lazy lapping at my sex and started off soft, gentle, almost teasing me, and I couldn’t get enough. I threw an arm over my eyes and rolled my hips, and his arm crossed them and pressed me to the bed, intensifying his attentions in that most intimate place that set the world onfire.
Oh God,the things this man could make me feel. It was a raging inferno as compared to the sparks from any other… I loved his hands on my body, his mouth on my pussy, his fingers inside of me, curlingjust soagainstthat spot.
He drove me nuts and brought me to peaks and pinnacles I didn’t think were possible, and with those heights came the feral cries and sounds pouring from my throat. Sounds I don’t think I had ever made before. Sounds that brought an echoing cheer of “Woohoo!” from one of his brothers outside the bedroom door in the hallway, as he went into the bathroom out there and left both me and Chainsaw in a fit of giggles in his bed. At least what giggles we could make between our panting breaths.
I was languid and relatively still beneath him as he climbed my body with soft, butterfly kisses of his lips, his beard dragging against my skin so lightly it tickled and made me lose it, giggling and twisting to get away, which he wouldn’t let me.
His laughter was a deep roll of thunder, subtle and from a distance as he held me in place and continued his sweet and innocent tickle torture until our mouths were clashing. He pressed me into the bed, his thick cock pressing at my opening and sinking into my wet heat, slipping into me as if I were made for him, and turning my laughter into a gasp and a throaty moan.
I loved the way he loved me like this, patiently, with a sense of duty and care; slowly, and with an intensity that made me sigh, relax beneath him, and feel sosafe. Like nothing out there could or would get to me.
It felt so good in these moments, and it was as if it went beyond just our bodies touching, but rather something deep within our souls.
The words slipped out from beneath my lips on a shuddering sigh as I came with that amazing wash of sensation through me.“God, I think I love you…”Just as soon as they escaped, I froze beneath him, tightening up with horror at the confession I’d just made aloud.
Chainsaw chuckled and kissed the side of my neck, nuzzling behind my ear as he whispered into it, “Relax, baby… I know I’ve loved you for years.”
Oh. Oh, my… what does that mean?I thought.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Chainsaw…
It started to rain in the middle of the night. I listened to it patter against the window over the side of the bed I occupied. The frogs were in full swing out there, and while it usually put me right out, I couldn’t sleep.
I’d made love to my girl, and she’d whispered the stark confession of how she felt into the ether and into my ear, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
We’d parted. I’d put her in my shirt to cover up, and had sent her off to the bathroom to take care of herself, and when she’d returned? She’d had a hard time looking at me, her cheeks flushed with something like embarrassment.
“What did you mean by that?” she asked, hugging herself.
I’d gotten up, taken her into my arms, and told her the truth – that I’d caught feelings for her the first time I’d heard her voice, before I’d even laid eyes on her, for the way she’d defended and cared for me in the hospital all those years ago. How I didn’t think a day had gone by where I hadn’t thought of her at least once since then.
She’d met my eyes and seemed speechless, and I saw a deep and ancient hurt in their green depths.
