Page 82 of My Bully's Crush: Vol1

And when she trembled beneath my hands, I sent up a silent prayer of thanks that I hadn’t destroyed this as well, that I could still move her with my touch.I kissed the first tear that fell from her eyes, “Don’t cry, please don’t cry.I won’t hurt you again, I promise; please believe me.”

As hard as it would be, I would’ve stopped if she asked me to; nothing has more power over me than her tears.And when I imagined the nights she’d spent crying because of what I’d done, what I’d allowed to happen to her, to us, I pulled her into my embrace and held her gently against my chest.

I felt as if I’d won the world when her arms came tentatively around me and swallowed the first sob, taking the sound into my lungs as I covered her lips with mine.It felt like coming home, like everything good in the world was right here in my arms, and I, too, was brought to tears.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered the words against her lips as I moved my hand between us to touch her heat.My heart thudded against my chest as the heat of her softness pressed into my hand, and still, I waited for her to stop me, to pull away.

Her body felt so familiar, and yet there was a new element to the way I touched her and the way she responded.Unlike times in the past, I didn’t take it for granted that she was allowing me access to her body.I realized it for what it was, how precious she was.

I made a silent promise to myself that I would never again overlook her worth or how much she meant to me.That I would never let her down again, no matter what the circumstance.

She had no idea of the thoughts that filled my head as I made my way down her body with my lips and fingers, and when I got to her core, spreading her legs open wider to look at her, the way her scent filled me with memories of some of the best times of my life.

How had I gone so long without this?Without her?In the past, I would’ve gorged myself, too immature, and too much in a rush to appreciate, but not this time.Tonight I took my time as I held her open with my fingers to accept my tongue.Her taste, once so familiar, washed through me like a wave, and I felt my cock respond.

I throbbed and leaked onto the sheets as I forced myself to take my time and not rush, to give to her as selflessly as she’s always given me.Her cries and the way she gripped my hair told me that I was doing it right and that she, too, remembered the times we’d shared such bliss.

Only this time, instead of selfishly thinking only about my own needs, I found pleasure in giving.Her responses filled me with something more than pleasure; they filled me with a joy I had no name for.A pleasure so deep I felt it in my heart and soul.

My tears mingled with her juices as they ran down my chin; her cries rang in my ears as I gripped the warm flesh of her hips and ass, bringing her closer to my mouth and tongue to devour.

The pain of her fingers digging into my scalp only added to my enjoyment until she came into my mouth, and that loud scream I remembered so well rang through the air.I never understood what that meant before always saw it as some badge of honor that I could bring her to climax, but now I saw it as the gift it truly was.

And when she pulled me up her body to settle between her thighs, her eyes looking into mine, fever bright with lust and something else, something that made my heart beat harder, I slid into her wet heat until I bottomed out.

We both held our breaths, neither of us ever believing that we’d be here again, and the moment was poignant, imprinted on my brain, never to be forgotten.It was the moment I felt truly alive for the first time in years, the moment I realized what I’d almost lost and what I knew I’d fight never to lose again.

We moved together, never taking our eyes off each other’s, and I felt she was looking into my very soul.I was no longer afraid of what she’d see, so I kept my eyes open to hers as I moved ever deeper into her, feeling her stretch around me.

Was it bad that I felt a certain kind of satisfaction at her tightness?When we were together before, I was always amazed at how tight she’d get when we went for any amount of time without having sex.

Now she was almost virgin-like, which meant she hadn’t been with anyone else, something I’d silently dreaded but would’ve understood.She was so tight I knew from the strain on her face that I was hurting her a little.I felt both parts elated and worried for her, but I knew I couldn’t stop, not even if my life depended on it.

I had to leave her eyes when I lowered my head to take her lips with mine, and the double pleasure made my hips speed up on their own.Her legs came around my ass, pulling me in deeper, and I wrapped my arms more securely around her pulling her into my chest as the bed rocked and knocked into the wall behind us.

Fire shot up my spine as she arched her back and came again, pulling my seed from me.There were times in the past when we were in a rush when we couldn’t wait to have each other; those times, we used the pullout method because she was allergic to the pill, and I hadn’t had time to reach for a condom.

I thought this time would be the same, but when I tried to pull out at the last second because I was too lazy to leave her before then, my body had other thoughts, it seemed.I couldn’t leave her, didn’t want to; something in my brain had shut down, and my body took over, driving into her over and over again, harder, faster, deeper, until I spilled my seed inside her for the first time.

I can’t put into words what that felt like, cumming inside the woman I love with no barriers between us.A light went on in my head like the sun peeping from between the clouds, and I felt something, some virtue, leave me and enter her with the flow of my seed that seemed never-ending.

I had never come so hard and long before.I could blame it on the fact that it had been a long time since I’d been with anyone, but I knew that there was something else at play here.Something that even I had no name for.

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We spent the night like that, wrapped around each other, with me always buried deep inside her.Sometimes it was fast and hard, sometimes slow and intense, and each time I came inside her, reforging the bond that we’d lost, I felt more and more at peace with myself.

She wasn’t saying anything other than her screams and moans that told me how much she was enjoying herself, but it was her touch more than anything that told me we’d crossed the impasse.Still, I wasn’t dumb enough to think that all was forgiven and we could just pick up where we left off, and I was right.

We’d both drifted off after our sexual marathon, too tired to move away from each other, our limbs still entwined as we dropped off into oblivion.I woke.I don’t know how long after, but it couldn’t have been too long because the darkness of night or early morning still crept through the windows when I woke with a start.

“Out, get out, get up, and get out of here.”

“Elena, what’s the matter?”Gone was the sweet amiable woman I’d made love to half the night, and in her place was a virago, spitting fire with menace in her eyes.

“Did you really think it was gonna be this easy?That you were just gonna walk back into my life fuck me and then go back to the way things were?You’re very sorely mistaken.Get out of here.”I’m not going anywhere, but I’ll hear her out.She seems to have forgotten that I like nothing more than fucking her out of one of her snits.

“Elena, calm down.”I kept my voice low and nonthreatening but made no move to leave her bed.

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