Page 98 of Breathing Without You

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” The hungry look in his eyes grows stronger as he looks me up and down, slowly devouring me with every movement.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips as he brings his mouth back to mine for another hungry kiss, his lips taking their time, slowly grazing against mine. Like he’s memorizing the feel of them to remember when he’s not with me. He groans into my mouth as I start grinding against his shorts. He leans forward, sliding his wife beater up over his head, before lifting his hips, I lift myself up a little as he removes his shorts and slides down his boxer briefs. His hard, warm length resting against my entrance, one movement and he could be inside me. But I’m not ready yet. I place his cock between my folds, not at my entrance and I slide my wetness against him.

He throws his head back growling out quietly, “Fuck. Your pussy is so wet for me, Sugar.” He moans before pulling me forward, my head falling back as he begins kissing my neck. I’m desperate for him. It’s been so long, too long I’m desperate for his kisses, his hands all over my body, and to feel him make me feel full inside. I slide myself forward, reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his hard cock and hold it still while I slide down onto it, stretching me, making me whole again as he fills me with his fullness. I’ve missed this. He has no idea how much this kind of intimacy means to me.

“Fuckkk.” I moan as one of his hands finds my tits, gently tugging on my hard nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. “Goddamn, I missed the feel of your pussy,” he growls against my neck before coming in and biting down, sucking on my now sweaty skin.

I lift my body up and down, his cock thrusting in and out as I grind my hips into his hard length. I’ve missed the way his piercings feel, the way they touch my walls in all the best places and send a chill straight through my body.

He grabs onto my hips squeezing them as he thrusts up into me a little quicker, taking what he needs from me, while I take what I need from him, each other. Our bodies together becoming one. He wraps his arms around me and slowly moves me onto my back, I’ve missed the feel of his body on top of mine. The warmth, the safeness and the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing he’ll ever need always as he looks into my eyes. His lips gently brush mine, as I moan into his mouth. The fullness of his cock being everything I’ll ever need when it comes to making love, because he is all I’ll ever want. And this closeness being everything I’ve missed in our time apart. He thrusts deeper, taking his time with my body as I wrap my legs around his waist to hold him close. There is something different about the way he’s making love to me, we’ve made love a couple times before, but this is something different. Something special about this moment we’re sharing. Like each of us is afraid this whole moment isn’t real, like if we blink or let go one of us will disappear.

“I love you, Emerald, you have no idea how much I love you, Sugar,” he whispers against my mouth as he pulls away from my kiss.

“I love you so much, Creedence,” I whisper back against his lips as I grip the back of his head and pull him close for another kiss. The way his tongue moves along mine, dancing with it likewe’ve been dancing this way together our whole lives. Like we’ve always been two halves of the same whole. Searching and finding our way back to each other this whole time. Our breakup was just another obstacle in our way, challenging our love for each other to see if we're both strong enough and worth the fight.

He grabs my hands, placing them on each side of my head, intertwining our fingers together. My fingers fitting between his like they were always meant to be there. He pumps harder, taking himself deeper with each thrust, getting me closer to my release with each thrust and I cry out from the pleasure, as he hits just the right spot each time.

“Get ready to come with me, Sugar,” Creedence grunts between thrusts.

“Ohhh goddd,” I moan as I nod my head because I can’t find the words to use, just moans.

“Be my good girl, come with me, Sugar,” he moans out as he fills me with his cum, pumping into me faster and as deep as he can go.

My eyes roll back and my toes curl as my orgasm soars through me. It's so intense I don’t want it to end. I could cry from how good it feels and I’m pretty sure he feels the same way as he growls out into the crook of my neck.

“Fuck, Emerald,” he pants, slowing down his thrusts.

“Uh huh.” I can barely find my voice to get words out as my heart races so fast it feels as if it’ll rip out of my chest. I try to catch my breath as my body becomes tired, I relax my legs that I had around him so tight they’re now sore.

He lets go of my hands as he lays his head next to me. He slowly slides out of me as I feel his cum drip out with him. He stops staring down at my pussy.

“Mmm, if we weren’t about to eat food, I’d take my time eating you, Sugar. You look fucking sexy with my cum dripping out of you,” he growls.

“I have two weeks to catch up on.” He smirks. “I’m gonna take my time with making it all up to you, nothing rough until you’re feeling better.”

And I pout, “But I like when you’re rough.” I bite my bottom lip hoping to get him going again because I suddenly don’t care about my headache or the food anymore, I just care about him bending me over this bed and fucking me again.

“Creedence,” I whisper. “You are such a dirty man,” I giggle as my hands instantly go to my pounding head that has now intensified. He looks over at me, concern written all over his face.

“Are you okay, Sugar, what’s wrong?” He moves one of my hands to get a better look at me.

“My head is fucking pounding. I woke up with a bad headache from whatever she put in my drink and it’s worse now, hopefully that medicine starts working soon,” I sigh as I slide my hospital gown back on my cold, naked body. Creedence stands and quickly gets his clothes on.

“I figured you were probably nauseous from both the alcohol and whatever she gave you. Here let’s eat those donuts I brought for us and see if eating something helps your head.” Creedence grabs the still hot coffee and the bag of donuts and sits down on the bed next to me, handing over the food.

“Knock, Knock.” Carsten and Winter come walking through the door with two bags filled with food containers.

“We didn’t know what to get so we got all of Emerald’s favorites, along with yours. We already ate so all of this is for you guys.” Winter smiles setting the bags down on the little table that sits next to my bedside.

“How you feelin, Em?” Carsten sets his bag of containers down, and walks towards me.

“Like death, my head’s pounding, dizzy, nauseous, I could go on but I’d rather not.” I let out a breath. “Thank you, guys, foreverything last night. For saving my life. Fuck, I can’t believe how bad last night could’ve been.” Tears start forming in my eyes as my voice starts to feel shaky.

“I could’ve died.” I cry.

“Baby, it’s okay, everything’s okay now. Please don’t cry.” Creedence wraps me in his arms, pulling me up off the bed to stand on shaky legs. But I know he’ll support my weak body; he’d never let me fall.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling that way, if you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask for it honey.” Winter adds in.

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