Page 25 of All of Me

Her tears come harder and she chokes out a laugh. She leans into me, burying her face in my neck as I hold her close. We start to sway gently, a rhythm we’ve fallen into so many times before. There’s no music playing, just the two of us slow dancing in our own quiet world.

I close my eyes and let myself sink into the feel of her warmth, her scent, the way her body fits against mine. Her presence fills every corner of me from the floral sweet scent of her shampoo, to the warmth of her breath against my neck. I feel the rise and fall of her chest as she relaxes against me.

This moment feels fragile, like it could slip away if I don’t hold on carefully, but also strong. It’s rooted in everything we’ve built together, in the trust and love that’s grown between us.

She shifts, her arms tighten around my waist. “What are you thinking about?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I tilt my head down, pressing my cheek to her hair. “You,” I admit. “Us. How lucky I am.”

Her laugh is quiet, but it vibrates against my chest, and I swear I feel it in my soul.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” she says, and I can hear sincerity. I pull back just enough to look at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her tear-stained face. Her eyes glisten in the soft light, and I feel like I’m falling in love with her all over again.

“We both are,” I say gently.

I kiss her again, slow and tender. She melts into me, her hands sliding up to rest on my shoulders. When we pull back, she’s looking at me like I hung the moon, I’ll do anything to keep that look on her face.

“Come here,” I say softly, taking her hand and leading her to the couch.

She settles next to me, curling into my side as I drape an arm around her. The glow from the Christmas tree lights casts a warm, golden hue over the room. It feels like a cocoon, just the two of us in the quiet safety of our home.

“I was so proud of you yesterday,” I say after a moment, my fingers idly tracing circles on her arm. “The way you stood up to Adam… I know it wasn’t easy, but you were incredible.”

Her cheeks flush, and she leans her head against my shoulder. “I don’t feel incredible. I felt… scared. Angry. But also relieved. Like I finally took back a piece of myself that I’d lost.”

“You did,” I tell her firmly. “You’ve come so far, Callie. I see it every day.”

She lifts her head, her eyes searching mine. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispers. “You make me feel like I can do anything.”

I cup her face in my hands, brushing my thumb along her cheek. “You can. And I plan to spend every day for the rest of my life reminding you.”

Her breath catches, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. Then she leans in and her lips find mine again, this time with more urgency, more need. I respond in kind, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us. She straddles my lap, her hands gripping my beard as she deepens our kiss. I feel her body against mine, the warmth of her skin, and it’s like nothing else exists but her.

I slow the kiss, pulling back to meet her gaze. “Are you okay?” I ask, my voice low.

She nods, her lips curving into a small, breathless smile. “I’m more than okay.”

“Good.” I trail kisses along her jaw, down to her neck. She tilts her head up, giving me more access, and I pour everything I'm feeling into every touch, every kiss, as my hands explore her body. Her shirt lifts and the connection to her bare skin sends shockwaves through us both.

“Let me take care of you,” I murmur against her neck, and she shivers in response, her fingers tightening in my hair.

“I haven’t been cleared yet,” she reminds me.

“I know, Kitty.” I get a thrill from the way her pupils dilate at the nickname I haven’t used in weeks. I have missed being able to get a rise out of her like this and I’m grateful for the opportunity to worship her again.

We take our time, there’s no rush, no pressure. We kiss with a quiet hunger that feels both urgent and unhurried. We are completely wrapped up in each other, savoring the intimacy of the moment, rediscovering each other in the stillness of the night. The rest of the world fades into the distance as we make our way to the bedroom.

I lay her on the bed, promising to take good care of her. While it may not be time for us to fully be together again, I intend to make this gorgeous woman feel like the goddess she is.

I take my time removing her clothing and slowly slide her panties down her legs, revealing her glistening and ready for me. I want to take her now, but I don’t, not yet. Tonight, I’ll play. I plan to spend the rest of my life fucking her senseless.

I pull my shirt off over my head in one swift movement and hover above her, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I kiss my way down the rest of her body and she writhes and whimpers for more. I settle between her thighs, pushing them apart more, but I’m met with some resistance. She’s nervous about me being here again, but there is no where else I would rather be. I would die if I could, here between her legs, her pussy so close I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal.

“You’re going to have to let me in a bit more, Kitty,” I remind her while her thighs clench and grip my shoulders stopping my pursuit. Not going to happen. I’ve waited so long to be back here again.

She hesitates, but I lift my hand to draw circles on her clit with my thumb. Her breath hitches and opens her thighs, giving me the room I need to devour her.

I slide my tongue between her pussy lips and she gasps. Fuck. She tastes better than I remember. I missed this. I missed her. I missed the way she feels on my tongue. I continue a slow pace up and down from her clit to her entrance. I look up at her, our eyes lock, and I slowly slide my tongue inside her wet heat.

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