Page 125 of Another Love, Another Time
We are currently driving home from a date, and my mind is on one thing. Tonight, we went roller skating. I can’t remember the last time I went. I’m pretty sure I used muscles I haven’t used since then, but that’s not going to stop me tonight. I’m taking what’s mine.
When we get back to the house, he tells me he’s going to jump in the shower. I head to my room to do the same when a better idea comes to me. I walk to the guest room that Auggie’s occupied since he moved in. When I hear the shower start, I disrobe, quietly open the bathroom door, and quietly shut it.
“River?” I hear him murmur.
As I wait, he pleases himself. I don’t want to waste any more time, so I slip behind the curtain. His back is to me; he’s concentrating so hard he doesn’t feel me behind him. When I reach around him and wrap my hand around him, he jerks back but quickly recovers. He turns around and takes a deep breath.
“River,” he croaks. “What are you doing?”
“I’m tired of waiting, Auggie. I want you.” I grab his cock and start stroking it.
“Please be sure,” he manages. “Once we start this, that’s it. No takebacks.”
I continue to stroke him. He’s so hard right now. All I want is for him to be inside me. I don’t verbally answer him, but I drop down to my knees, take the head of his cock in my mouth, and swirl my tongue around. At the same time, I caress his balls. I take him in deeper. God, he tastes so good.
He lets me have my way with him for a few minutes before he pulls himself out of my mouth. “If we are going to do this,” he says, “the first time I’m with you will not be in the shower.”
He grabs me, throws me over his shoulder, and slaps my ass. I shriek playfully as he carries me, still dripping with water and with soap all over him, to my bedroom. I don’t care about the floor, the sheets. I care about him. Only him.
When we reach his bed, he gently lays me down and spreads my legs. The cool air raises the hair all over my body.
He doesn’t ask for my permission to enter; he knows he doesn’t need to, not now. He takes his thumb and expertly rubs my clit while he teases my entrance. Then, he presses his lips to mine. He starts at my lips and then my neck. Slowly, he travels down to my breasts and sucks one nipple into his mouth while he continues to stroke my entrance.
When he makes it down to my entrance, the feeling of his mouth on me is exhilarating. My orgasm climbs with each kiss. He’s gotten reacquainted with my body recently and learned exactly what I like.
It’s not long before my orgasm hits, the cresting of a wave on the beach.
He doesn’t give me any time before his cock is at my entrance. He looks at me, asking if I’m sure. When I give him a nod, he places his forehead against mine, and then he slides into me with a slow, sensual thrust. He rolls us on our side, my leg wrapped around his waist.
He keeps his forehead against mine, and we take each other in. He continues his pace while I try to match it. I’ve always known our connection was different, but this here, right now, is a whole new level. The connection is stronger. Unbreakable.
I can tell he’s close since his pace has quickened. I’m almost there. Again. Please, God, give me one more.
Just when I think I’m about to, Auggie switches our position again. I’m on my back with my legs on his shoulders. He places his thumb on my clit and circles it the way he knows I like it. It is just enough to send me over the edge. I bathe him, and I feel his release.
His pace slows, but he doesn’t stop. He leans forward, and my legs fall around his side. He presses his lips to mine. We breathe together for a moment, synchronizing our bodies again.
“I love you, River,” he whispers. I feel myself tearing up. “Thanks for giving me another chance. I’ll never stop proving to you that I’m the man you deserve.”
I nod. I want to tell him I love him too, but he kisses me again. When he pulls back, he goes to pull out, but I tighten my arms and legs around him.
“Not yet,” I whisper.
He traces his fingertips up and down my back, ass, and legs. Before I know it, I drift off to sleep with Auggie still inside.
Six Months later:
River:
We’re visiting Baxter since he’s home on leave. The past six months have been the best of my life. I know I’ve always loved Auggie. I’m not letting him off the hook about our past. Auggieshould have taken my side while growing up, but I also should have been clear with him about what I wanted.
Both of us have grown up. We have matured and realized there’s more to our lives than ourselves. The love we had when we were younger was a selfish love. We were still discovering who we were. I missed Auggie when I left, but now, I’m grateful for his presence in my life. The heartbreak I experienced at that age, I’ve put in a box. It’s labeled “another love, another time.”
I’m trusting the love Auggie and I have worked for will stand the test of time. He chooses to love me every day, as I do him. We have become better communicators. He sides with me against our mothers. Even when I’m wrong, he’s right by my side.
I laugh to myself. He’s trying to make up for all the times he didn’t side with me, even if it makes him look like a dumbass right along with me, sometimes.
Speaking of moms, we started including them back in our lives again. I don’t know if we will ever have the relationship I’d like to have, but we are working on repairing it.
