Page 55 of Safer Together
~ Chapter Twenty-Four ~
Angela
No matter how hard I try, my mind continues to go back to the last day that Elliot and I saw each other. The day that we spent together, and by spent together, I mean the making love part of the day.
When I awoke that morning, I had no intention of giving into my body’s demands. But in the moment, the need that I felt for Elliot and me to consummate our love for one another was far too great to ignore any longer. I needed to have this connection between us, prior to us spending an entire month apart.
So, I instigated sex. Well, not sex really; we made love. Slow and steady, and it was perfect. He was large, very much so, and even though there was some pain, it was nothing compared with what I thought it would be like. Especially when all you have to compare it to is a rape. Elliot and I loved each other, I felt that connection the entire time. Our eyes connected, seeing each other’s emotions flooding our faces, and then, when the time came, we orgasmed together. It was perfect.
This month has by far been the hardest experience of my last few years. Nothing in comparison with those early days of trying to survive after Dylan, but still, they have been incredibly testing.
The yearning for his touch sometimes felt more like agony, and that felt like it would never end. However, I made it four whole weeks without the man I love, and I was desperate for him. In every single way possible.
I needed to feel his touch on my skin, the electrical current rippling over my flesh, as only he can bring. I needed to hear his voice whispering in my ear, and to be intoxicated with his musky, masculine scent.
The many, many, phone calls and Skype sessions did nothing to alleviate the stress of the distance; however seeing him bare chested did things to my libido that I really was trying hard to keep at bay, since there was absolutely nothing to be done about it when he was so far away
I couldn’t just reach out and touch him, and it hurt me to my core. So, I requested that in future he be fully dressed during each of our video chats.
We tried phone sex once, but I was so embarrassed at my own attempts to be sexy, that it, too, went down in flames. Just trying to explain what it was that I wanted to do to him, although one hundred percent truthful, made me feel awkward. Elliot never laughed though, telling me that he loved me and that he was counting down the days and hours until he could wrap me in his arms again, and bury his face in my hair. Along with other parts of my body.
And that all came to an end today, today we would finally see each other again, and what a reunion I had planned.
I had champagne and chocolate covered strawberries in the fridge, and some brand-new blood red lingerie, consisting of a baby doll corset, that did amazing things for my breasts, and skimpy lace panties. I felt incredibly uncomfortable in the shop, trying it on, however knowing that it would elicit a strong reaction from Elliot overpowered my own insecurities. I would wear it for my man, and he would attack me, and make sweet love to me. Just the thought made my nether regions clench.
“Hello Sweetheart, he drawls, his voice incredibly husky over the phone,
“Elliot, hi. When do you fly in?” I ask excitedly,
“I’m about to board the plane now, just getting ready for take-off. I’ll be there in a few hours. I’ll meet you at Belle Meade,” he pauses, his voice now a whisper “and once we are done there, I’m taking you to bed to make agonizingly, slow love to you.” His confession of his intentions makes my cheeks flame. Oh, how badly I wanted that too.
“I am very much looking forward to that, babe, believe me.” I pause inhaling a breath, “I’ll see you at the house in a few hours. I love you.”
“And I love you too sweetheart, more than you will ever know” with his declaration of love complete, he ends the call.
I start to tidy my already tidy apartment, fluffing the cushions on the lounge, wiping over the counters with a fragrance spray, lighting my vanilla and coconut candle, placing fresh towels in the bathroom, awaiting the shower Elliot will want to have after his flight. I do all this in an effort for time to go quicker.
I then take a long hot shower, washing my hair and all over my body, paying special attention to the areas I hoped Elliot would pay attention to tonight. Once all dry, I pull out one of my lightweight long sleeve dresses, and choose plain white lace undergarments, just in case Elliot decided he couldn’t wait until we got home,
Almost two hours prior to his plane was due to land, I hop into Betty, my black sedan, and commence my drive out to our newly renovated home in Belle Meade, I wanted to arrive before Elliot, so I could have a quick look through and ensure everything was looking as perfect as possible the first time he saw it.
I needed to quickly pop into the office beforehand, though, to grab a couple of last-minute items that I would be needing.
