Page 32 of Truth Be Told
“But you’re yourself now?”
I nod against her. “I am.”
And there is no more time to talk; I reach around and under her and lift her a little with one arm. My hand fits perfectly on her bare ass. She reaches around too. She places her hand over mine and squeezes, letting me know she wants me to be a little rough with her.
Now free, I close the space between us. I bend to kiss her breast and nipple as I slide inside her, the sensation overcoming us both to the point that I need to support the back of her neck with my hand. She feels as frail as a feather in my grip, her neck softened by her hair, waif-like and controlled completely by my overpowering hand.
I feel her surrender to me, first in my hand as she tips her head back, her jaw open with pleasure, then internally, as she relaxes beneath me and allows me to enter her further.
My thrusts push her further onto the countertop, to the point that she tells me to stop so I can reposition her in front of me. While doing so, I look down.
Her muscles start to shudder and her moans reach the edge. She’s getting closer to her ending. I lean over her and kiss her once, deeply, and she responds by gently biting at my lower lip. Then she clutches the sides of my back, her fingers digging into me as she lets everything go. I let go too, my explosion inside her creating waves of ecstasy for us both that only draw me further and further into her – both into her body, and into that soul of hers.
I open my eyes. The sun is still out, I can see through the corners of the blinds on my window, but the room itself is dark and I need to blink a few times to realize where I am. I lower my arm from its resting place behind my head. Slowly, I recognize the feel of my familiar burgundy silk sheets, and eventually my sight adjusts to the darkness. The outline of my dresser comes into view, followed by the familiar bathroom door. I’m in my room. I turn my head to the left. Stella’s here too.
She’s asleep on the pillow next to mine, facing me. Her hair is draped over her face. I guess we both barely made it to my bed before passing out. I reach over and move a few locks out of her face, tucking them behind her ear.
She opens her brown eyes, her lashes fluttering as she too takes a second to get her bearings. Her makeup has transferred to underneath her eyes, and she tussles some of her hair with her hand as she stretches. She looks just as perfect as she always has. “Hey,” she whispers, that same cheek-lifting smile that lights me up.
“Hey.”
“Are you feeling as great as I am?”
I roll onto my back, looking up at the ceiling, and stick both hands behind my head. “Mmm. Sex. Nap.” I look over at her. “Yes.”
She smiles and gives me a nudge.
I become serious. “Waking up with you in my bed. I’d say yes.”
A pink flush colors her cheeks.
I gently wrap my fingers up in her hair once again, the same way I did before, when she returned to me, before everything that just happened between us. I lean in and kiss her forehead. Stella in my bed, my fingers in her hair, my lips on her skin – I just feel at home this way.
God, I’m such a goner for her.
I give her a parting kiss before holding her car door open for her. She kisses me back, then her mood changes and she laughs.
“What?” I ask. I can’t help but smile in response.
“Nothing. It’s just that… when I first met you, I thought you were such a badass.” A breath of laughter escapes her before she tries to hide it, for my sake. “I’m happy to see I was wrong.”
I pretend to be offended. “Pretty sure that one wasn’t supposed to be an insult, either.”
“Of course not,” she says. “A badass is good for nothing if he doesn’t have a heart when he’s with a woman.”
I can’t help but laugh at that.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just that you kind of sound like a post card or something.”
“A post card from the forties? Lined with pictures of roses and picked from a wide selection of other cheesy sayings? I can see that.”
When she’s ready, I kiss her goodbye and close the door. She drives off, appearing to be safer this time, and my nerves are more stilled.
But when I reach the front door, I hear the same sound as before. It’s another squealing. I pause, listening harder. It’s the sound of Stella’s car stuck in the snow again.
I rush over, and when I reach the same spot at the top of the drive, her car is visible, all the way at the bottom. I approach, taking each step carefully to avoid slipping. The street is clear now, but she’s stuck in a snow drift on the side of the road. I can’t help but laugh. Where would she be without my help?
