Page 31 of The Soul that Redeems Me
Waking up to the salt air and early morning sunrise is invigorating. I laid there, watching the tent slowly fill with the morning light, holding a peacefully sleeping Emily in my arms. She had snuggled into my chest last night and once she fell asleep, she never moved a muscle.
I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and exhaled a slow breath, allowing a serene feeling to overtake me. Since I had realized that real love existed, I’d envied anyone who had what I yearned for. Having Emily in my life was beyond an answer to prayer. The reason I was put on this earth was to love her and protect her.
Not wanting to wake her, I stayed still and quiet so she would continue to rest. I allowed the conversation I’d had with Jason yesterday morning to play through my head since I first woke up. I didn’t want to ignore the potential she was being followed, and I didn’t want to overreact if it was an innocuous reaction to the stress of the day.
How do I explain my protective behaviors to her without letting her know that the monster who hurt her wants his freedom? I worry about how my family will react if it comes out that Jason and I knew of the proceedings and never let them know. Hopefully, Andrew and Lucas will understand why we kept it from them, needing their focus to be on their growing families, and not causing worry for a problem that may not exist.
I had allowed myself to think back to the conversations she and I’d had about her attack, not wanting to dwell on it, but feeling like there was something I was missing in the events she had described. I had a persistent nagging there was something she knew that would be valuable information to persuade a judge to deny his appeal or refuse his request for a new trial.
I just couldn’t remember what.
I felt her small hand drift across my chest and her leg curled slightly over mine as she began to stir in her sleep. Her hands were slowly exploring my body without her usual hesitation and fear, and I didn’t want her to stop. Placing another kiss on the top of her head, I felt her head lift up, her hazel eyes looking into mine.
“Good morning,” My voice was thick with arousal as her hands kept rubbing my chest and abs.
“Good morning,” she sheepishly replied as she tried to retract her exploring hand from my stomach, my morning erection straining against my boxers for her touch.
I delicately grab her wrist and placed it back on my stomach, my cock jumping against my boxers, a silent plea for her to touch me as I released her hand and left the next step up to her. With an agonizingly slow movement, her tiny hands wrapped around my length, the silk from my boxers offering a softness that had a shiver racing up my spine.
A small squeeze from her hands had my pelvis rocking up as I silently willed her to grip me harder and stroke me. Her hand grasp tightened and she tentatively began to move her hand up and down my throbbing cock. I wished I could feel her soft hand against my steel length but my boxers offered her a layer of protection she needed and I was okay with that.
“Am I doing it right?” Her voice was tentative, and I placed my hand over her wrist and stilled her movements.
“If you want to stop, we stop right now. I don’t want you to think I expect anything from you. I only want you to do something becauseyouwant to do it.Understand?”
“I want to. I just don’t know how. Will you show me, Josh? Show me how to give you pleasure?” Her voice was husky, her hard nipples pebbled under her shirt, fighting to get free.
I moved my hand to place it over hers and tightened my grip, showing her how to squeeze me the way I liked it. With longer strokes, I worked her hand up and over the crown before working to the base, twisting slightly, and jerking back toward the tip. After a few strokes, I felt her hand tighten and I released my hold on her to watch as she worked my cock up and down, my boxers soaked with pre-come.
The sight of my large cock in her tiny hand, the perfect rub of the silk over the piercings adorning the head and upper shaft, and her increasing speed had my hips thrusting up and down. I was carefully fucking her hand as she kept her beautiful eyes on my manhood and I kept my eyes on her.
“Please, oh baby, keep going. Please, baby,” I chanted as she moved faster, the head peeking out of the top, her soft hand grazing it as I felt the tingle growing in the base of my spine. I wanted to reach down and save her from the impending eruption I was about to have when I felt her lean over and place a small lick on the tip, tasting my pre-come.
“Oh fuck!” I groaned as I pulled her back with one hand and placed my other on top of hers as I began to come all over my stomach, her tiny hand milking the tip, using each pulse as lubrication to stroke me again.
I shuddered a few times as she slowed her movements and reached up to place a kiss on my lips. I rolled her onto her back and leaned over her kissing her with an urgency I had never experienced before. Rolling onto my back, I allowed myself a minute to catch my breath before looking over at Emily who had an enormous smile on her face.
“Good Morning.” She kissed me again and went toward the zipper to let Jake out.
I took off my ruined boxers and used them to clean myself up before I exited the tent. I found Emily drinking an iced coffee from the cooler and walking over to me to place another kiss on my lips. She tasted liked hazelnut coffee, and it was quickly becoming a new favorite flavor.
Walking over, she stoked the fire and tossed another log, the flames slowly beginning to grow again as she settled into her chair and leaned back, allowing the sun to shine on her face. She looked relaxed and I was glad she was unwinding some. I expected her to be a little timid after her bold moves this morning, but she appeared to be happy.
“What do you want to do today?” I asked her as I took the chair next to her and linked my hand with hers.
Shrugging her shoulders, she glanced over at me with a smile, “Whatever you want to do is fine with me. I’m just glad we get some time alone. No cars, no people, no worries.” She sighed as she leaned back in the chair again.
“How about I make us some bacon and eggs for breakfast and we can head into Panama City for a few hours. Grab something for dinner tonight, maybe do a few tourist things. Sound good?” I asked her.
“Truthfully, not really. I would rather grab a pole and find a dock. We can catch our dinner and get some sun in the process. Panama City is too… just, too much.” She glanced at me, a look of worry on her face.
I leaned over, unable to keep from kissing her. “That sounds perfect. I was thinking you would enjoy Panama City but I prefer the quiet here. I just don’t want you to be surrounded by all this,” his hand sweeping to show the destruction surrounding us, “and think you are missing out on something.”
“I would be missing out on having a peaceful afternoon with my boyfriend, fishing for our dinner, and enjoying a little solitude. Besides, we never got a chance to go swimming yesterday. Maybe we can sneak in some water activities today.” A grin broke out on her face.
The thought of her in that tiny blue bikini she wore to Lucas lake house earlier this year had my dick growing in my shorts. The way the water cascaded down her small frame, her nipples poking through the top, just begging for me to sweep it to the side so I can tongue and suck her pert nubs.
“Yes. Let’s stay here.” I laughed as I went inside to grab breakfast. The quicker I got her fed, the faster I could get her into that bikini.
