Page 77 of Strong Side
I nod. “Well, now, because I’ve been making really good progress, and my therapist thinks, at this point in my recovery process, you’ll be a positive influence. We just need to make sure I don’t fall into old habits, calling you to fix everything for me.” I search his eyes to make sure he’s understanding me. “And, no, this isn’t for a night. It’s for forever.”
“I want to be there for you though. So, how do we find a balance between you accepting my help because I love you and you asking for help because you want me to fix whatever it is you’re feeling?”
“Have you been doing some therapy of your own?” I pull back a little to see his face.
“Not really, but I have been doing some reading on codependency. I want to make sure I can give you what you need, but also understand when I can’t fix it.”
I’m a little stunned. Although I don’t know why. This is who he is. He cares deeply for people.
“That means a lot to me that you would do that. My therapist has also suggested that we have a few sessions together. If you’re open to it.”
“One hundred percent open to it. I’ll do anything for you.”
I turn in his arms so I’m straddling him. “Anything?”
He smirks. “Anything.” His hands drift up the back of my shirt. “Is this okay?”
“Oh, yeah, more than okay. I need to feel your hands on me. It’s been too long.” I reach down and take the hem of his shirt in my hands and pull it up and over his head.
He pulls my shirt off and unclasps and removes my bra. His fingers trail over my chest reverently. “You’re so beautiful. Inside and out.” He drops his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Ahhh,” I gasp.
He moves to the other nipple, and I hold his head as he nips and sucks. Then I begin to roll my hips, feeling his erection through his shorts. His mouth parts from my nipple with a pop.
“Jesus fuck, I’ve missed you.” His hands take hold of my hips, and he guides me back and forth over his cock. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.”
It’s sweet, but no. I need him like I’ve never needed him before.
“Oh, I’m ready. For all the things. Reconnecting with you emotionally and physically. You know, I don’t think you realize how much you helped me feel confident about my body in the sense of what felt good, how to feel good and not be embarrassed by it. You were so patient with me, and you knew exactly what to do and say.”
“It’s easy when you worship someone the way I worship you. You are everything to me. Every. Thing. I want you to see what I see, love what I love. Because it’s pretty fucking incredible.” He kisses me, tongue thrusting into my mouth, devouring me.
I break the kiss long enough for us to remove our clothes, so when I straddle him again, we’re both naked. But I’m not in a hurry. I want to feel all of him tonight.
My tongue slides along his sensually. Our hands roam over each other’s bodies, remembering every plane and curve. Hips rocking.
I’m so wet and turned on at this point that I could probably come from just the slide of his cock hitting my clit.
Sliding my hips forward, I move up his length so the crown reaches my opening. I pull back from our kiss and look him in the eye while I sit down on his cock. We both groan as we join.
“Casey, holy shit, you feel good.” I breathe.
“I know, baby. You feel like heaven.” His hands are guiding my hips up and down.
“I want this feeling to last forever, but I don’t think I’ll make it too long.” I lean in to kiss him again.
He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and sucks it into his mouth.
We both begin to move faster, getting closer to reaching our orgasms. Our kiss breaks, and we’re both panting, moaning against each other’s mouths.
“That’s it, ride me. I need to feel you come. It’s been too long. Come, baby.”
Just as his finger and thumb pinch my nipple, heat rips through my body—from my chest to my core. “Casey … oh … yes. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck. Fuck.”
He thrusts up into me hard, then stops when he’s deep inside me. My orgasm hasn’t slowed, and I can feel every pulse and twitch of our bodies joined together.
