Page 32 of Breathing Without You

God he’s so fucking sexy, I feel like any other woman would think he’s fucked up in the head, but everything he’s doing and saying is just turning me on even more than I was already turned on and now my body is wound up even tighter than it was. Ifeel like a wind-up toy that you keep spinning to wind up even though you know it’s already ready to be played but you still keep winding it up to see how far it’ll go before it can’t take it and it either starts playing or it breaks. That’s how I feel like I can’t take it anymore and I’m about to lose it and come or my bodies going to break from holding back for so long.

“Bbb…bu…but,” I barely get out in a raspy whisper from him blocking my air, which I feel like I’m going to pass out soon if he doesn’t let me breathe. I feel like he’s been holding my neck forever, but I don’t even think it’s been a minute.

“Ah ah ah, Sugar, no buts.” He reaches down and starts massaging my clit with his right thumb and fuck I’m about to come I don’t think I can stop it.

I start shaking my head not letting him know to stop but he smirks at me. “Don’t do it, Sugar, I know it’s right there baby.” He licks his bottom lip. “Don't.” He thrusts up into me. “Let.” He thrusts harder. “It.” Thrust. “Happen.” He thrusts again, winding me up more.

“I’m almost there, Sugar, keep riding my cock baby, don’t stop,” he groans out in the sexiest voice ever. It’s raspy and sounds like he’s being tortured just as much as I am. He leans forward and licks my bottom lip before biting it and he continues to thrust inside me, nice and rough just the way I like it. My heart is racing, it feels like it could explode out of my chest from how fast it’s racing. I don’t know if it's from my orgasm, from how intense the sex is or from him holding onto my throat and blocking my air. I’m going to go with all three of those. The tension keeps building in my core and I’m about to break, I guess I’ll have to take his punishment, and just when I don’t think I can hold it anymore….

“Fucckk. I’m about to come,” he says, thrusting in again. “Now come with me, Sugar,” he growls, thrusting deep inside me as he comes inside my pussy. His cock throbbing inside meas the fiercest orgasm soars through my body. He lets go of my throat as I gasp for air, choking and coughing, as every feeling in my body is intensified. His piercings keep sending severe goosebumps through me as my pussy grips his cock, his pulsing inside me makes me never want this ride of pleasure to end. The throbbing in my clit is so extreme, I could cry from how good it feels, as his thumb keeps rubbing circles over it. This is the most intense ride of pleasure I’ve ever been on. The tears keep falling down my face as I try to catch my breath. He removes his thumb from my clit, as he wraps his arms around my waist to hold me up as my orgasm finally comes to an end. I’m panting, barely able to catch my breath as I move forward and lay my head against his chest, to try and calm my body down. My eyes growing heavy as it’s hard to keep them open from how much energy that took from my body.

“Shit, That. Was. Amazing,” I say between breaths, the tears keep falling as I cry more from how intense the overload of pleasure in my body was. I feel like an idiot. I’ve never cried during sex, but the pleasure was so much for my body to handle at once, especially still not recovering the last orgasms he gave me. I feel so weak and drained but in the best ways, I’ve never experienced anything like this ever and I’m not upset about it in the slightest. I think I found my perfect match.

“Yes, Sugar. Yes, it was fucking amazing and I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed everything I’ve done with you so far.” He grabs me a little tighter. Hugging me as he kisses the top of my head.

“God yes, I’ve loved it all. I wouldn’t complain if you did any of it again,” I laugh, while still panting, slowly getting caught up on breathing.

“That's it,” he chuckles, his body shaking slightly against mine from it.

“What’s it?” I’m very confused, not sure where he’s going with this.

“We’re going to have to get married, I’m never letting you go. I don’t ever want to fuck anyone else ever again.” He lets out a content sigh, while snuggling his head into the side of my neck.

“Oh gee, I’m so glad your marriage proposal is going to be based on our sex and not anything else…typical man.” I shake my head, laughing out a snort as I look up at him.

“Well, no, it’s not just based on sex, Emerald. I fell hard and I fell quickly. I definitely believe in soulmates and love at first sight. And for me you’re it.” He grips my chin lightly bringing me in for a kiss. “I mean I’m not asking you to marry me right this second, but I can promise you…fuck it, I can pinky promise you.” He reaches his pinky out to mine and grips it while shaking it. “That I will never let you go, I will be marrying you one day.”

“God, I love you so much. I’m so glad that I’m not the only crazy one who fell hard and fast.” I shake his pinky back, gripping it tightly with mine.

16

EMERALD

I’ve always beenthe type of girl who believed in love at first sight and the cheesy movie romances, but never thought I’d actually get to experience something like that personally, but the first time I laid eyes on Creedence I was drawn to him, just something about him that spoke to me. And that was before I even met him in person and even talked to him. When I first met him, it was a quick hi and bye type of thing. But the second time when Carsten came to my house to talk to me about Winter, when he introduced himself again. He kissed my hand, and I blushed instantly. I truly only believed that men kissed women’s hands a long, long time ago, or only in movies, so when it happened, I couldn't control the way it made me feel, like a girl with her first crush. But with the butterflies that swarmed inside me, I knew he was the one

He gets out of the bath before me letting me relax a little more while he dries off, getting dressed in a pair of black boxer-briefs and a pair of gray sweatpants, leaving nothing to the imagination when I look at his cock, that you can clearly see the outline of through the pants. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt on, so when he’s done getting dressed, he comes over and helpsme slowly get out of the tub, setting a towel down on the stairs that surround his tub, for me to sit on. He walks to the counter and grabs two other towels, wrapping one around my shivering body, then he takes the other one and starts drying off my legs before working his way up to the rest of my body. I’ve never had someone take the time or care to dry me off, it’s the cutest and sexiest thing ever. Watching this strong man who looks like your typical bad boy, with sexy tattoos that cover his muscular arms perfectly, taking the time to dry me off. His large hands make everything about me look tiny, the way he gently moves my body as he slides the towel up and down, making sure he doesn’t miss a spot. He kneels down before he helps me stand, his face right in front of my pussy. He’s not even thinking anything naughty for once and my mind instantly goes to bad things. If I could stay in a room with him for a day and not have to leave, I’m sure we’d have sex the whole time.

He reaches up, drying my stomach off before placing the towel around my back and moving the towel back and forth to get my lower back and ass.

“I never thought I’d be turned on by drying someone off, but damn, Sugar, this is doing it for me,” he says in a gravelly voice.

I let out a soft moan, because the way he says it makes my pussy throb. “I was thinking the same thing, I’ve never had someone dry me off before and I never imagined it would be this sexy,” I say in a breathless whisper, trying to calm myself down before we end up going another round. He stands up wrapping the towel around and over my shoulders before he steps out of his bathroom and walks into his bedroom. He comes back with one of his black T-shirts and a pair of basketball shorts, which I’m sure will both be extremely large on me. But I’m thankful for the warm clothes.

He gently places the T-shirt over my head and just as I guessed it’s huge. The sleeves stopping halfway down my arm,past my elbows. His large shorts I have to roll up a few times because even using the drawstrings isn’t enough to keep them up on my waist, even with my curvy hips and bubble ass. I look down and giggle a little at how funny I look, but I love it. I look up and see a big smile on his face. “You look so sexy right now wearing my clothes, Emerald.” He starts slowly pulling me in before leaning down to place a gentle kiss to my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist, there’s just something about his big strong hands on my body that I love. We stand there for a few minutes as he leaves gentle kisses on my lips and I feel like time stands still, every time we kiss, I feel like I’m the only thing that’s ever mattered to him.

“Wanna go sit out on the back patio?” he asks slowly, pulling his lips away from my mouth, as he reaches a hand up and gently strokes my cheek with his knuckles.

“Sounds good to me.” I hold out my hand for his and he takes mine, giving it two gentle squeezes before we start walking out his bedroom door.

We head out through his garage and Creedence walks right by his motorcycle without even giving it a glance. I don’t want to push him, but I feel like I need to do something to motivate him to ride again, for his brother and for himself. Or to at least see if he still loves riding. I stop for a minute and look at his bike, as I slowly walk over to it and run my fingers down the black seat up to the handles. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but I’ve always wanted to go on one. But this has nothing to do with me wanting to go on one and everything to do with me wanting him to find his love for riding again for himself and to feel close to his brother. I’ve heard that sometimes doing something that you shared with a loved one who has passed helps you feel closer to them, and I know they enjoyed riding together. I stop my thoughts smiling for a second as I hear Creed’s footsteps come back into the garage.

“Hey, Sugar, everything okay?” he asks slowly, walking over to me with a look on his face like he’s seen a ghost.

“Yeah, just thinking about how I’ve never been on one before. Your bike sure is pretty and it just caught my eye, sorry for touching it and bringing you back over to it,” I say, tucking my idea away in my mind, with a frown on my face. Hoping he’s not mad at me for being by his bike. But I can’t help it, it’s so pretty, I’ve never seen a bike like this before, it’s completely blacked out, nothing about it has color except for black. Dark black. “What kind of bike is this, a Harley?” I guess hoping it comes off sexy instead of biting me in the ass and being the wrong bike.

“It’s okay, Emerald, you can be by it. Sometimes it just…makes all the memories rush back at once so it catches me off guard is all but I’m okay.” He walks over to me wrapping his arms around my waist from behind as he rests his head on my shoulder. I place my head back against his chest and turn my head up to the left to look up at him.

“You don’t have to hide your feelings from me, please don’t let me stop you from feeling things.” I give a half smile looking up at him.

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