Page 121 of Eternally Yours
He grabs the head of his shaft, positioning himself to slowly nudge my entrance, inch by delicious inch making its way into my tight channel. I moan into his mouth, feeling myself stretch around him.
I missed this. I missed him.
It feels like the first time all over again, the pain, the emotions running wild. How we can’t seem to let go of each other. Needing to touch, to hold, to kiss.
Once he’s fully seated, he lets out a pained groan, matching my whimpers as I remember the unbelievable size of my husband. “Oh God, Minnie. I missed you so much, I love you. Fuck, I love you. I won’t last long,” he mutters against my neck.
I pull his head back and kiss his lips. “I love you too, Silas. I love you so much. I don’t need you to last long, I’m right there with you.”
We seal our mouths together once more as he pulls all the way out and pushes back in roughly. I cry out, my walls clenching around him. I’m already so close. He does it again and again. Offering more powerful thrusts every time.
Soon, I come loudly on a cry, screaming his name while he continues to pound into me over and over. He’s close too, I can feel it, but he tries to hold off. He rises to his knees, pushing my head against the headboard, and places one hand on the wall above me. The other comes to my throat, pinning me in place while he continues to brutalize my pussy.
Something happens in that moment, maybe it’s my brain clearing from the post-orgasm fog, maybe Silas was right and I wasn’t ready.
But as my husband begins to tell me how good I feel, how tight I am, how beautiful I am, unwelcome thoughts enter my mind. I begin to question if he told her those same things... if he held her down in that same way, if he made her come repeatedly like he always does to me.
Suddenly, my throat grows tight, not from his hand but from emotion. I fight back the tears and try as hard as I can to pull myself together, staying in the moment. But with each stroke, each grunt, each softly spoken word, my heart splinters.
His eyes are closed, and his movements become frantic and unsteady. His cock thickens inside of me, and then he plows deep one last time, roaring out my name.
And with that, my heart cracks, and I lose control of my emotions as I wonder if he called out her name while coming deep inside her...
He’s still inside me, supported by the hand on the wall, head bowed down with his eyes closed as he breathes hard. I try to stay quiet, my heart splintering in a million little pieces, but a sob manages to break free. I rush my hand to my lips, trying to silence it, but it’s too late.
His lids shoot open and stare into my crying eyes. “No...”
It falls from his lips as he pulls out quickly and scoots me into his arms, cradling me to his chest. I let the cries out now, let my emotions pour out of my body and wail in his arms.
“I’m so sorry, Minnie. I’m so fucking sorry. Fuck. Please, please forgive me... I can’t lose you. I can’t, I won’t survive it. I’m sorry, Cecilia. I’m sorry,” he repeats the words over and over again as I hold on to him, needing to feel him with me.
Pleading with whoever is up there that it won’t always be like this, that there will be an end to this pain.I just want my husband. I just want Silas.
~ The Next Day ~
We wake up later than usual, having stayed up most of the night. Silas held me in his arms until my tears stopped flowing. Then he carried me to the shower and washed us both as I stood there, heartbroken all over again. I thought I was ready... but Silas knew better.It was too soon.
After our shower, he placed me under the covers in bed and left the room to let Milo out, returning fifteen minutes later to find me crying once more. He got into bed and brought me to his chest, where I continued to sob until I fell asleep.
This morning, I don’t feel too great. My eyes are puffy from all the tears, and I have a headache. But even with the events of last night, I don’t want to take a step back. I don’t want us at square one again. So I push my emotions aside and stride over to my husband in the kitchen and hug him from behind.
“Hey,” he says quietly as he turns around to face me. “How are you feeling?” He searches my eyes, holding my face between his palms.
“I’m feeling better. Thank you for last night, and I’m sorry for my outburst...” I push my face into his chest.
He runs his hand down my hair soothingly. “You have nothing to be sorry about, Minnie. But I think we should hold off on that for now.”
“Yeah, I think that would be a good idea... you were right, I wasn’t as ready as I thought.” I let out a breath, exhausted with everything.
“We’ll keep taking our time, like we were doing before last night.” He kisses my forehead before we break apart.
The rest of the morning plays out normally. We eat, talk, and take Milo out for a walk together now that we seem to finally have peace from the media.
When we get back to the house, Silas goes to our home gym to work out. Even though it’s his day off, he’s religious with his workout. I decide to head into my home office and catch up on work. It’s the weekend, but Amanda emailed me new requests for a client that she thinks I may be able to help with.
After some time, Silas pops his freshly showered head into my office. “I’m gonna get started on lunch. Any requests?”
I look up from my laptop and smile. He’s always so thoughtful and caring, I could ask him for something impossible and he would find a way to make it happen. “Surprise me.”
