Page 39 of Monsters, Vows, and Growls
She did, I thought, even as my mouth trailed to the hollow of her throat.And I’m not letting her go again.
I lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around my waist like I had done a thousand times before. She gasped—soft and surprised—and I grinned against her skin. Gently, I laid her down on the bed, slowly, reverently, as if I was placing something sacred on an altar. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, everything paused.
“You sure?” I asked, chest heaving, every muscle in my body tight with restraint. Her fingers curled around the collar of my shirt and tugged me down.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” She replied huskily.
I slipped from her grasp and quickly got undressed, then climbed between her legs. Her essence had already reached my oversensitive olfactory receptors, and she smelled delicious. Ready for me to feast on.
"Pats," she moaned when I lowered my head between her legs.
"You are so beautiful." I breathed against her sensitive skin.
A low hiss escaped her when I moved my tongue over her slit, tasting the sweet ambrosia she presented to me like a gift. And I treated it as such. I lapped at her wetness with all the reverence she deserved. Driven by her sweet moans. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, she nearly came undone the moment I put my lips around it. Her hips rocked, her legs closed around my head, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I sucked at her delicate bud, rolled it with my tongue and listened to her little mewls. My hands clasped around her ass, lifting her and holding her in place. My tongue moved to her entrance, and I felt her flutter around it. It felt so incredibly good, I nearly came. My cock was harder than it had ever been; precum leaked from the tip, and my balls pulsed, ready to unload my seed into her. I felt her come around me, and she screamed my name in her passion. I gave her a moment to collect her senses before I asked, "Do you want me to use a rubber?"
"What?" She panted. Then shook her head. "I'm good. I'm on the pill. And I'm clean."
"Me too. I mean, I'm clean." I clarified.
She stretched her head up, and her eyes were clouded with the after-waves of her orgasm when they locked with mine. Her hands reached for my arms, inviting me up. We were both ready.
I lined my cock up with her entrance, the anticipation of entering her again after all these years nearly killing me. I wanted her so much, I worried I would come the moment I was fully sheathed. I was right to be worried, too. She was so tight. She fit around me like a warm glove, and it took all I had to hold back. Her hips rose until I was all the way in, and my eyes rolled back; it felt so damn good.
"Pats," she moaned. Her head arched back, exposing her exquisite throat, and I latched on. I nibbled at the pulse on her neck while I rolled my hips to move in and out of her. She reciprocated each thrust and each pulling back, arching and stretching under me in sync with my hips, until we danced the most beautiful dance together. All the while, my pleasure was growing. It wasn't just in my cock; I felt it everywhere. On my skin where she touched it, under my palms where I touched her. Anywhere our bodies touched, it felt like they were fused together.
A dam seemed to burst inside me. Waves of pleasure moved through me when her walls began to milk my cock mercilessly, massaging it the way only she could. I couldn't hold back a moment longer. "Fuck, Ells, I love you. I fucking love you!"
She arched into me, moaning and panting, her expression one of utter bliss as her thighs pressed around mine like a vise. I came inside her with an abundance that robbed me of my breath; I saw stars.
It tookme a few minutes to catch my breath and return to my body, which I swore I had left for a moment or two. Bar none, this was the most incredible sex I had ever had. What Pats and I had done when we were teenagers didn’t even come close to comparing. Nor did anything I had experienced with one of my other handful of boyfriends. The orgasms—yes, plural—Patrick had wrung from me had even outdone any of my solo handjobs.
When I finally came to my senses, I remembered him screaming not only my name, but also,I love you. I fucking love you.It had been ten years since I had last heard him say those words.
"I love you too, Pats," I admitted, opening my eyes to look at his sweat-soaked face. His black pupils were so large, they had pushed all the whiskey color out, leaving only a tiny amber halo. They were so deep black, I could see my reflection.
My hand moved up to cup his rough cheek, watching his face descend on mine until our foreheads met. We pursed our lips and exchanged soft little kisses. "I love you so much, Ells, it hurts."
"I know," I admitted. There was still the shadow of an ache in my chest, but it didn't hurt anymore.
We stayed like that for a while. Breathing. Touching. Lips brushing, skin still humming from everything we’d just given each other. His arm tightened around me as if he thought I might slip away again. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Patrick pulled back just enough to look at me, brow furrowed. “For what?”
“For… back then. For never asking about Thorne. For acting like the bear in you wasn’t part of you.” My fingers traced the edge of his jaw, slow and reverent. “You always made space for me to be everything I was—messy, anxious, overly ambitious—and I didn’t make room for you to be whole. I just pretended like the parts I didn’t understand weren’t there.”
He was quiet for a beat, his hand smoothing down my back.
“You were seventeen,” he said finally.
“So were you.”
“Yeah, but I still could’ve tried harder to explain. I could’ve fought harder to show you all of me, instead of just the parts I thought you could handle.”
Tears welled unexpectedly, but I didn’t try to blink them away. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to hide.”
“You didn’t make me,” he said gently. “But you not asking? It made it easier to believe that if I showed you the rest of me, I’d lose you.”
