Page 40 of Tell Me No
Fuck, this woman. There’s no question in my mind that without her, I will cease to exist. This love has awakened the dead and dying parts of my heart that I thought were long gone. It’s healing in a way I never could have imagined.
“I know we have things to work out. I know you’re feeling scared and unsure about this, Jason. But if you’re not inside me in the next five seconds, I might actually die,” she says, her lips grazing the shell of my ear. Her voice is husky, from sleep or need, or maybe a mixture of both.
“As you wish,” I reply, dropping her to her feet as she quickly tugs her leggings down her gorgeous, graceful legs. I make quick work of my buckle, sliding my zipper down teasingly slow, and pulling my already thickening shaft from where it’s straining behind my boxer briefs. A tortured groan slips past her lips as her eyes follow my every move.
“5, 4, 3…” I don’t give her any time to continue counting. Before she can take another breath, I spin her around, bend her over the edge of the couch, and fist my throbbing cock as I line it up at her entrance. Typically, I would slam into her in one thrust, burying myself completely and making us both see stars. But tonight, I want to take my time.
Sliding home inch by torturous inch, I see her nails grip the edge of the couch. I stretch her slowly, making sure she feels every fucking inch of me until I’m buried to the hilt. Holding my body still, I revel in the feeling of her walls clenching around me, her pussy desperately trying to pull me in deeper. Something akin to a gasp or a silent scream escapes past her lips, and I soak it in.
“You miss me, my greedy girl?” I ask her, wrapping her thick hair around my clenched fist and fucking her slow and deep.
“Always,” she pants, her voice breathy and thin.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me you’re mine,” I beg, knowing it sounds desperate as fuck. But I don’t care. I need to hear her say she still belongs to me, even after everything I’ve put her through.
Her hand finds mine where I’m gripping her hip, and she laces our fingers together. The small connection may seem insignificant to some. But to me, it’s everything I need in this moment.
“I’ve always been yours, Jason,” she declares, and my heart pounds against my ribs. My thrusts become quicker and rougher, just the way we both like it. I feel her muscles tense, her climax building faster and faster. She pulls our joined hands from her hip, reaching around to place my fingers against her clit. I strum the delicate bundle of nerves and her pussy clamps down around me like a fucking vice.
“Mine,” I grit out through clenched teeth as I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine and follow her over the edge. In the blink of an eye, I imagine her carrying our child. I can see her chasing children through this house that have her dark hair and my green eyes. I see age taking its toll on both of us, our bodies growing older, but our souls still right where we are now. I don’t know where this life will take us, but I know now, without a single reservation, that my life began and will end with her by my side.
“Fuck, that was good,” she huffs out a ragged breath and I can’t help but laugh at her candor. She is so raw, so unfiltered with me. I would never wish for her to be any other way.
She scoops her leggings off of the floor, making a run for our bedroom. I laugh wholeheartedly, pulling up my boxers and grabbing the black folder I brought home off of the bar before following her. I want to confide in her about all the things I did today, but first I need to know where her head is.
I take a second to sit on the edge of my bed, taking a deep breath to clear my mind. My leg bounces, my nerves getting the best of me.
“Alright, spill,” she says, her naked body leaning against the door frame to the bathroom. With the light illuminating her from behind, she looks every bit like the absolute goddess she is.
There are plenty of beautiful women in this world. But this woman standing before me, she’s beautiful for the way she thinks, for that fire and passion in her eyes when she talks about the things she loves. She is beautiful for her power to make other people feel lighter, even when she’s sad. She’s beautiful for her looks, of course. But her true beauty is deep down in her soul.
“I’m sorry I left,” I tell her, meeting her pensive gaze from across the room.
“You should be. We don’t do that shit, Jason. You wanna fight? We’ll fight. But I refuse to sleep in this bed without you next to me again.” She crosses her arms and pushes her tits up in the process. I’m trying like hell not to be distracted by her body. But fuck, there’s only so much a man can take. Walking to my dresser, I pull out a black undershirt and toss it to her. Her playful smirk kicks me right in the gut. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Once she’s covered, she comes to sit next to me.
“I don’t…” she starts, but then stops, as if she’s still searching for the right things to say. Fuck, me and her both. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering if you believe this was a mistake, Jason.”
Her words slice through me and my eyes snap to her face. She can’t be serious. I could never,never, think being with her was a mistake.
“No, baby. Never. The way I love you could never be a mistake, Aurora.” My thumb grazes her chin and I pull her gaze to mine. Her eyes shine with unshed tears and it feels like a fucking hammer drops on my heart, crushing the delicate muscle. I hate that I would ever make her feel unsure of herself, unsure of us.
“I’m sorry if that’s how I made you feel. It wasn’t my intention, but I hurt you all the same. I do feel guilty for what happened to you, though. Fuck, I barely had you for 24 hours and I let you be taken from me. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for that,” I tell her honestly. Her soft hands cup my jaw, and I close my eyes, leaning in to her touch.
“My being taken was not your fault, Jason. The blame lies solely with the man who took me. But my being saved? Now that was all you, baby. I never had a single doubt in my mind that you would come for me. It was your voice in my head telling me I was strong enough to survive anything they threw at me.” Tears spill over her dark lashes, but she keeps going. “You saved my life, Jason. From the moment I saw you, you saved me. And you haven’t stopped saving me since then.”
Her faith in me leaves me awestruck. The only person who has ever believed in me that much is my mama, which is really saying something.
“I don’t deserve you, Aurora. I never will. But I won’t let you go either. We’re stronger together, and I don’t think I could keep living as the empty shell of a person I was before you poured your love into me.” I let the honesty show in my eyes. Her features soften at my words, and she places a soft kiss against my lips. As much as I would love to take it deeper, to lose myself in her body all over again, we have important things to discuss.
Pulling the black folder onto my lap, I flick it open and stare down at the contracts. She quirks a confused eyebrow and I smirk back at her, knowing she has no clue what I’ve already set in motion for her, for us.
“This is the deed for the house. Typically, we would have to go sign in front of a notary or some shit, but it helps to know people. I want your name on every part of my life, Aurora. I know it may seem like a formality, but I want you tied to me in every way humanly possible. This isourhome in every sense of the word.” Tears continue to fall from her eyes, but her beaming smile tells me she’s happy about what I’m proposing.
Before I lose my nerve, I slide the next paper into her hands. I watch as intently as her eyes slowly widen, her mouth forming a perfect O in shock as her bottom lip quivers slightly.
“Y-you didn’t… oh my god, Jason. This is too much.” Her hand covers her mouth as she drops the paper onto the comforter. The contract for her own dance studio.
“I don’t think so. I don’t think anything will ever be enough to show you just how much you mean to me, princess. But I’ll start with this. You deserve to have somewhere all your own. Somewhere you can dance your fucking soul out and never feel an ounce of fear doing it.” She smiles up at me, throwing her arms around my shoulders and burying her face in my neck. Her soft sobs and the way she’s squeezing the life out of me right now tell me I did well with this surprise.
