Page 94 of When The Rain Falls

I hadn’t planned on telling her the truth. But I felt every ounce of the heartbroken rejection in her eyes. I couldn’t hurt her anymore. I couldn’t let her believe that she was the problem. Because she’s not. She’s perfect. So wide-eyed and full of silver-linings. She hasn’t had to build up scar tissue and a tolerance for the agonies of life. At least not the way I have. I’ll do whatever I can to keep her that way.

Andshe didn’t leave.

Not yet, anyway. Eventually she will. She’ll want more than I can give her. And there’s no way the universe would let me keep something like her.

I’ve thought about seeing a professional for my issues. I had grief counseling. It was ok. But I assumed that nothing could fix me but time. And now, it’s been nine years and I’m not fixed much at all.

I know what it is. It’s all in my fucking head. But the thought of trying to untangle the mess in there is just too daunting.

Aimee stirs in my arms. Her wild hair is splayed across my shoulder, across my chest. I want to keep her here. I want her. More than I’ve wanted something in a very long time. Which will make it all that much harder to say goodbye.

“Baby…” I let my whisper roll gently over her ear. “Time to get up.” I caress my fingers across her hip bone.

“Hmmm.” She rolls over towards me and nestles deeper against me. I’m still rock hard. And I should probably be a gentleman and try to will my boner away. But through half-lidded eyes, Aimee looks up at me and smiles as her hand shoots straight to my cock. The woman can probably sense a hard-on a mile away.

I don’t have the strength to pull her hand away. But I glance at the clock.

“We have to sneak you out,” I say reluctantly. “Before the girls are up.” She just takes me in her palms, all the way to the base and she rolls halfway on top of me.

Well, fuck.

“I have a better idea,” she murmurs. Her mouth as guilty as sin. “I want to play with you.”

I open my mouth to protest, but Aimee presses her pointer finger against my lips.

“Shhhhh,” she says. “Now it’s your turn. It’s your turn to be quiet. Let’s see how you like trying to be quiet while I use my mouth onyou.” She removes her finger and slides her body all the way on top of me.

“Babe.” I grasp her hand. “I don’t know,” I tell her softly. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Oh, bear, you can.” She slips her hand out of my grasp and strokes me, base to tip. “Look at you. So hard. So thick. You look so delicious.”

My hands fly nervously over my face as Aimee begins to slide down my body, her bare breasts brushing against my chest. “Aimee,” I scold her. “We’re not doing this now. Not on a goddamn weekday morning.”

“We aren’t?” She gives me a naughty smile. Her body slides down mine. She works my joggers and my briefs down my leg. “Oops,” she says softly as she wraps her breasts around my dick. All my protests instantly die on my tongue and fall back down my throat.

She pumps slowly as she stares me in the fucking eyes like some kind of Medusa. And as my tip appears and disappears between her curves, I lose the ability to form words. There must be an animal living in the back of my throat because the noises that gurgle out are not human. Aimee lets out a pleased giggle as she slides farther down my body.

My dick is alive, jolting and twitching with excitement like a preacher on rapture day.

“Aren’t you a horny boy,” she teases as she takes me in both hands.

“Only for you,” I growl.

I cup the back of her head and slowly guide her head towards my length. I wait eagerly for that first touch against her lips. But she holds back to admire me. And fuck, I’m not about to stop that.

“Look at it,” I hear her rasp. “It’s perfect. Hey there, gorgeous.”

Somehow, through the pain of pent up sexual frustration and anticipation, I manage to find my voice. “Did you just call my dick gorgeous?” I feel my abs tighten as I stifle something between a growl and a laugh.

“Don’t interrupt. I’m talking to him right now, not to you.”

Goddamn. Put it in your mouth, woman. I bite my lip and wait patiently. Because I think I still have patience around here somewhere. I just gotta find it.

Aimee pumps me in front of her face. Her eyes mesmerized by the way my flesh hoods and slides back down the tip.Goddamn it. Stop playing with my cock and suck. I focus on the way Aimee’s lips are parted deliciously, just waiting to take me in.

Aimee uses both her hands now, pumping me rhythmically. And, fuck, it looks like she’s enjoying this as much as I am. So much pleasure rips through me that I might actually combust. Apparently, this is what happens when for years the only hand your dick has known belongs to you.

“You like that, don’t you, big boy?” she coos. And it might be a little disturbing that I can no longer tell if she’s talking to me or my cock. “When was the last time someone did this for you, bear? Maybe all you need is to have your cock worshiped.”

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