Page 56 of Safer Together
~ Chapter Twenty-Five ~
Elliot
Ever missed someone so much, you thought you would collapse onto the floor in a heap, and never be able to get back up off the floor again? No? I have, this month has been pure fucking torture. Then throw in the fact that I am also waking up in another country, and it makes it ten times fucking worse.
The only way I get through the days is knowing that each time that the sun goes down is one day closer to seeing her again. My sweet, beautiful, bride-to-be.
When she confessed everything that had happened with Dylan, in great detail, I handled it poorly. Not speaking to her, allowing her to walk from the room, but I needed to let her do that, as I needed space to let it all out. I pulled all of the sheets and pillows off the bed, threw both chairs across the room, and smashed the two bedside lamps.
Hearing the anguish in her voice as she was telling her story broke me. My heart tore in goddam two. He forced himself on her, broke her bones, and all for what? Because she wouldn’t give him any money. When she went into the bathroom, I phoned Kat and told her that I wanted him gone immediately. She asked why. I wasn’t going to share that with her; I didn’t need to. I was the goddam motherfucking boss. What I say goes, she must have heard it in my voice, letting me know she would handle it.
I hate that I have paid this dirtbag for years, given him so much work, entrusted him on jobs. What can I say, he is a good carpenter, but that means fuck all to me when my woman describes what he did to her.
Once some of the anger had escaped me, I went in search of her, knowing that I had to take her to the airport. I got into the SUV and drove it in front of the guest house, waiting for her. I needed to apologize and ensure that we were perfect since we would be apart for an entire month.
What I didn’t expect was Angela to initiate making love to me. Now don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t going to turn her down. However, at the same time, I was totally unprepared, no protection or anything, and yet I still claimed her as mine. I Helped her erase the thought of that monster inside her, instead replacing that memory with our shared experience. It was amazing. She was so fucking tight that it felt like my cock was going to lose circulation at one point, but I kept going and her pussy walls loosened around me.
When she told me she was about to orgasm, I was elated. First time we had made love and I got her all the way. Then I felt my release coming too. Remembering the lack of condom, and knowing that she wasn’t regularly engaging in sexual encounters, I felt the need to pull out, and yet my Angel said it was okay, so I released my soul into her, so a little piece of me would forever live within her.
I’ve been able to keep myself fairly busy over the past month, arranging for the contractors to commence work on the old rundown castle I purchased last year. The head contractor over here, Matthew, is very similar to myself, even though he is a little older than I. He has a love of older buildings and looked me square in the eye when I was instructing on what I wanted done. No mean feat for someone shorter than I am, though not by much. His black sunglasses were often pushed up into his mass of black hair. Matthew was very well informed on the process of restoring these incredible structures back to life, and this one certainly needed it. With over thirty rooms within the main building, it would take time and money, both things I had a lot of.
The ladies took a liking to Matthew, I noticed, whenever we would grab a bite to eat at a café or a scotch after work, they came up and spoke to him. He smiled at them, and spoke in that British accent of his, and the numbers were thrown at him. Me too, but I didn’t see any of the digits, knowing that my lover was awaiting me back in Nashville, Tennessee.
When I wasn’t working, I was on the phone to my fiancée, whether that be day or night. The time difference was a bitch, but we worked our way around that. I needed to hear her voice, and see her beautiful face looking at me. I needed it so much that I felt like I couldn’t breathe properly.
Then there was the night that we tried to have phone sex, I remember it well: I was freshly showered, and specifically only put long lounge pants on. I hoped that with some of my body showing, she might reciprocate, so I picked up my laptop and sat it on the bed in front of me, before positioning myself cross-legged. I entered my credentials into Skype and videoed the love of my life.
Seeing her face come on the screen was a godsend, her beautiful smiling face looking at me. “Hello beautiful,” I smiled at her.
“Hey there yourself, hot stuff. What’s with the no shirt?”
I shrugged, “Just got out of the shower, haven’t had time to put one on yet.’’ she repositions the camera and sits back a little, I see that she is wearing a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater. I groan inward. “I want to see your body,” I demand.
She grins at me. “Do you, now?” I nod, so many times I think I might end up becoming a bobble head figure.
“Well” she starts, her hands move at the bottom of the screen and she slowly removes the sweater, and underneath is a plain cream cotton bra, nothing overly sexy, though she doesn’t need that anyway. She would look like a fucking model in a potato sack. My breath catches and I lean closer to the monitor, wanting to get even closer to the perfection staring back at me.
She laughs, a beautiful melodic sound, dragging my eyes from her perfect breasts to once again look at her sweet smile, her hands kept pulling at her hair, she was nervous, “Man, you’re beautiful, I’m rock fucking hard just looking at you,” I confess, and it was true. I reach down into my pants and take a hold of my iron erection,
“I see what you’re doing. That’s my job,’’ she says, and I almost cream myself. She was talking dirty to me.
I close my eyes, “I’m imagining it is your hand, my love,’’ I pause, opening my eyes. “Touch yourself and imagine it’s me touching you.” My voice is rough, commanding, her eyes pop a little and she looks to either side of the screen. “Is someone there with you?” I ask, panicked.
“No, no, of course not. I’m not going to take my shirt off in front of anyone, anyone but you, anyway. It’s just, well, I’m nervous.”
Of course she was, and damn it, I was too, but I needed a connection with her so badly. “I know baby, so am I. I’ve never done this before,’’ she nods, her teeth take her bottom lip in between them and I almost combust, she was a vixen, without even trying, “it’s okay honey, let’s just talk, but I’ll have you know, I’m counting down the hours till you’re once again in my arms, where you belong.”
“I am too, Elliot, so much so,” she left her top of the remainder of the phone call, and I gently massaged my cock, prolonging the effect she had on me, until we ended the call, then I rubbed one out, calling out her name as I climaxed.
Then the day finally fucking arrived, the flight from London to New York was delayed by four hours, but as soon as I was in my seat heading towards here in Nashville, I felt like a kid at Christmas, and not just because I was going to unwrap the best gift of my entire life tonight. I was going to be with her again, and I had rearranged everything in New York so that I wouldn’t be needed for at least a
I took my phone out and hit dial, “Hello Sweetheart.”
“Elliot, hi. When do you fly in?” her voice coming through, excitement evident. I smiled immediately.
“I’m about to board the plane now, just getting ready for take-off,” I said, looking at my watch. ”I’ll be there in a few hours, and I’ll meet you at Belle Meade.” I paused, looking around to make sure no one was within hearing distance. I lowered my voice to just above a whisper. “And once we are done there, I’m taking you to bed to make agonizingly slow love to you.” I imagined her cheeks going bright red, the way they often do when we have been making out.
“I am very much looking forward to that, babe, believe me.” My cock twitches within the constraints of my pants. “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.” It was true. The love I felt for her was so powerful, I doubt she would ever know the full extent. Then, I ended the call.
As soon as we were in Nashville, I shot her a quick text message:
I’m heading out there now from the airport, I’m no more than twenty minutes behind you. I cannot wait to see you and hold you in my arms, be prepared, I’ve missed you, baby.
For what I had planned for her, we wouldn’t be sleeping for a solid twenty-four hours. I needed to worship her body, until my eyes couldn’t stay open any longer.
Not long now Elliot, I remind myself, not long, and you will be with the other half of your heart.
