Page 57 of Georgia: Britain's Story: Part 1
“Please Bambi, I need you.” I fall to my knees between his spread legs and slip the condom off, taking him in my mouth. All of him, all at once. He shouts and his hands immediately move into my hair, his grip bringing tears to my eyes. His cock is shuddering in my mouth, I know he’s close. So I grab his balls tightly, and he instantly explodes in my mouth, thrusting into my throat as he cries out my name. I’m sucking on him hard, letting his hot cum run right down my throat until he finally releases my hair and I feel his dick’s convulsing slow down.
I gently release him from my mouth, sliding him out of me. But before I let him go, I swipe my tongue over his tip, getting the last drop of cum off him. I lick my lips before looking up at him. When our eyes lock, the shock is instantaneous. I know without a doubt that I’m in love with him. I look away, trying to find my underwear under the throw we threw off, but before I can start moving things, he grabs my hand and pulls me back down on top of him again.
He kisses me hard, grinding his bare cock against my sex. He’s already hard again, and the feel of him is too much, too tempting. It’d be so easy for him to slip into me right now, to take me again. Fuck, I know he’d feel so fucking good. I’m whimpering from the thought alone. I’m grinding back down on him now, and for a moment I go still, wondering what he would do if I did it. Would he stop me? Or take me, slam me on my back and fuck me hard?
“Liam, I don’t feel like I can stop.” It comes out of me like a whimper, as I rest my head on his shoulder.
“I don’t want you to stop, baby.”
“But, we shouldn’t.” His cock is hovering just outside my entrance.
“Please, Bambi.” The way he calls me Bambi has my core clenching. I fucking love him, I want to feel him. I want him to fill me up when he comes and I want to feel him drip out of me after he fucks me.Ugh, I can’t do it, though. I can’t think about adding another kid to my messy life. I thought I was done having kids. I thought I was done for the last 13 years. I’ve gotten pretty used to the idea that that part of my life was over.
“I, I can’t, babe. I’m sorry,” I finally say since we’re just sitting here with throbbing sexes, dying for each other. I move to get off him and he stops me, gripping both sides of my face with his hands.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. Never. Not for that, okay?” His words ease the tension inside me and I finally move away, even though my body is yearning for him instead.
TWENTY-ONE
Liam
“So, how did it go with Alexander? I tried calling you last night. Sorry, it was later than I planned.” I hated not talking to her yesterday. It felt like a preview of our future. Me in Sonoma, her in Virginia, and I fucking hated it.
“I know. Sorry I missed it, but I was already asleep, actually. I think I was just exhausted from the day.”
“At 9? You feel okay?” She looks kind of pale now that I see her inside. I mean, more pale than usual. She’s in our bed, reading while I unpack. God, I love coming home to her in our house.
“Yeah, I was fine today, though. But, um, the spreading of the ashes was good. I didn’t think I’d actually feel any sort of way,butit actually felt good. Like putting that piece of my life to rest, you know?”
“That’s good.” I smile at her, glad it wasn’t super hard for her. She puts her book down, giving me a slightly nervous look.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you about this for a long time, but I want to know…is the reason you don’t talk about work with me because of…you know?” It’s like taking a knife to the chest, her bringing this up. I knew it would happen eventually, but I always hoped some day was just that,someday. Not today.
I blow out a breath, rubbing the back of my neck. “Uh, yeah. It is.” She gives me a silent nod.
“Well, I wish you would talk to me about work stuff. I want to hear about it, all of it. I don’t need you to tiptoe around anything on my behalf…” She pauses, bracing herself. “Does he know…about us?”Fuck.
“Yes.”No. He knows about us, he doesn’t know it’sher. I can see the surprise on her face.
“Oh, okay. That’s um, good. I’m glad that that’s not like weird or anything for you.” She’s holding something back, but I’d rather talk about anything else than this right now. Not after she just blew my fucking mind on the deck, or how my heart felt like it was going to explode when I heard her talking to the girls about me. I’m going to tell him about her, but not until she goes back to Virginia. I just can’t do it before then.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been more open with you about work. If you’re okay with it, I’ll put it all out there from now on. You’re gonna get so tired of hearing about permits, and inspections, and which rock species will patina the best based on the humidity level of the site.” She laughs, thank god.
“I already take it back…kidding,” and she smiles. “I can’t wait.” It’s so hard not to say “I love you” after she gives me that smile. I’ve been holding it in for weeks now. It’s been torture, but I’m telling her soon, before she leaves. I grab my shaving kit and head to the bathroom, pulling out the small velvet box her ring is in, slipping it into my bottom drawer.
The timing of the foundation going in at Sonoma lined up perfectly with me needing to pick up her ring from Lambert’s Estate Jewelry in San Francisco. I knew whatever I got her had to be different, just like her, and they had it. It’s a piece from 1923, an asscher diamond surrounded by emeralds, the same color as her eyes. I’m planning to give it to her the night before she leaves in five days. I don’t want her to have any doubts about how I see her, us, and our life moving forward.
And, if she says no, then she leaves the next day and I don’t have to live with her, knowing it wasn’t the same for her as it was for me. I shudder at the thought. It’s going to annihilate me if that happens. I’ve never even thought about doing this with anyone else. I’m not lying when I tell her this is just for her. It is. This version of me doesn’t exist without her.
I head to the closet to put away my shoes and I see my MS Group swag hanging up, giving me pause. There’s going to be fallout to deal with once she’s gone. I’m just hoping that it’s not the end of everything I know here. It might be, but a life with her is worth it. I wish I could go with her, but I’ve got some stuff to take care of before I can do that.
“Babe,” she calls to me from our room, “are you ever coming to bed? I wanna finishDeathly Hallows.”
I laugh. “Yep, be right there.”She’s fucking perfect.
The sound of Britain retching in the bathroom wakes me up.Fuck. Sheisn’tfeeling well. I walk into the bathroom, but the water closet door is shut, so I knock softly.
“Babe, are you okay?” She coughs into the toilet.Baby…
