Page 53 of Safer Together
~ Chapter Twenty-Two ~
Angela
The alarm on my phone sounds, breaking me free of my trance with Elliot. He still hasn’t said anything to me since my revelation.
I worry that I have broken him and that he has finally realized that this is too much. That I come with far too much baggage.
I let him go and take my leave, making my way to the guest house with my phone alarm signifying that our time together has come to an end. That I need to start getting ready for the airport. It was time to return home, without Elliot.
I throw a couple of items I still have out into my bag and pull the zipper shut then pull the travel handle out to full length so I can wheel it with me. Stopping at the front door I collect my handbag and open the door. Elliot is waiting for me only a few feet away, the Mercedes SUV idling. At the sight of me emerging from his house, he hops out of the vehicle and grabs my bag, walking around to the back and lifting it in.
I slide into the passenger seat and wait for him to resume his position beside me, but he doesn’t. Instead he opens the passenger door, grabs my upper arm, and pulls me gently out of the car.
“I’m only going to say this once, okay?” he says. I nod at him, showing I understand. He inhales deeply. “My feelings for you haven’t changed in the slightest, not one bit, so don’t get to thinking that for even a fraction of a second” he pauses. As much as I want to say something, I can see that his face is full of emotion. There is something else he wants to tell me, so I wait.
“Letting you leave today is the hardest goddam thing I’ve ever had to let happen. Knowing that I am going to be away from you tears my soul apart. On top of that knowing that I couldn’t just hold you, after what you just told me, I feel like half a fucking man. I’m torn Angie. I want to kill Dylan for what he did to you.”
The love of my life, openly admitting his feelings, is the most incredible gift of all. Complete honesty is always something I can rely on from Elliot. He never holds back what he is thinking or feeling.
“How long do you think we will be apart, my love?”
He looks into my eyes, and I see sadness. “A month at least. I have to go to England and finalize some things over there.” My heart sinks. “I do have some good news though. Work has already begun on Belle Meade, and it should be completed by the time I get home.”
I feel like someone bobbing around in the ocean, completely adrift with no land in sight. Elliot will be away for a month. That’s the same amount of time as half of our relationship up until this date. Sure, I will have work to keep me busy, as well as the renovation work at Belle Meade that will demand my attention. The separation, as much as a bad thing that it is, will also be a good thing, too. The month without him will give me the space and the clarity to see which way I am going to go. Whether I will ask him to move to Nashville with me or move to New York with him.
“I understand, Elliot,” I respond, knowing that this isn’t the time to voice any negatives. It was already hard enough. “We will talk daily though, won’t we?”,
“More than once a day, baby. I’ll be chatting to you all the time. So much so, you will think I’m right there with you.”
Without even a moment’s hesitation, I take his hand in mine and I pull him through the front door of the guest house, and straight into the bedroom. I release him, and I lift my long-sleeved dress over my head to stand before him in my underwear. The same black lace ones that elicited the reaction before, I was after once again.
He stares at me, and pulls his shirt over his head, before pushing his pants down his thick, muscular legs, stepping out of them when they hit the floor, standing before me in only his Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
We stare at each other for a few seconds, before we step towards each other, one step at a time until we are within touching distance. I reach out and take his left hand in both of my own, and bring it to land on my breast, then let go. I reach out and grab his right and position it on my other breast.
Elliot’s eyes widen, “I need you to touch me Elliot. I need you to touch all of me”, I plead, and that’s all the permission he requires, he squeezes my breasts, tenderly at first, before his grip firms. He steps into me, so that my breasts are pressing against his naked chest, he reaches around and unhooks my bra, lifting his hands to my shoulders and slipping my straps down my arms, until my bra falls to the floor at our feet.
He pushes me back until I am lying on the bed, he comes between my legs and bends down, his lips finding my left nipple, kissing it softly, then licking, followed by the nip of his teeth.
“Ahhh,” I moan loudly, arching my back, pushing my breasts further in the air, into his waiting mouth. His hand comes up to take his mouth’s spot as he then pays attention to my right nipple, following the same lazy rhythm as before.
I reach down between my legs and feel his length. It’s hard like a rock. I palm him through his boxers for a few moments, before I tug at the waistband of his boxers, his mouth leaves my nipple. “Are you sure?” he asks, I nod in response, “I need to hear you say it, Angie.” He looks me deep in the eyes.
“Yes, Elliot, I want you, all of you.”
His groan is all the reply I receive, he stands up and kicks his boxers off, before leaning down and pulling off my panties and leaving them on the floor.
“Scoot up the bed”, he orders. Once I am in a better position, he settles between my open legs. I feel his erection, in the warmth between my entrance. He kisses me slowly, passionately, his tongue slipping inside. “Are you sure?” he murmurs.
“Yes, Elliot, I’m sure. Make love to me, please.”
He brings his forehead down to rest on my own, “Look at me, Angie. I want to see into your eyes when I make love to you.” So, I do. Our eyes lock, and I feel his penetration, slow and gentle. My fingernails dig into his back, clawing at him, as I get used to the full feeling.
“Ahhh” I moan.
“Am I hurting you?” Elliot asks.
“No, baby, that feels good, really good.” He continues to push into me, to the point where I think I can’t take anymore, then he goes that little bit further, and I’m full, so deliciously so.
He bends down and claims my mouth, slipping his tongue in with my own, and they dance, while he withdraws and enters again and again, slowly, carefully, not wanting to hurt me. He continues this delicious rhythm, bringing me closer to the edge with each stroke. “More,” I moan, and he fastens his pace, “I’m so close Elliot, I can feel it within me.”
“That’s good baby, let it go” I hold on, wanting it to be at the same time Elliot lets go, too. “Shit Angie, I’m going to come,” he says.
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill. I trust you Elliot.” He withdraws once more and slams home, and I feel his release. His hot ejaculate warming my insides as I let go, a whirlwind taking me. I crash over the edge into oblivion, with the man I love.
