Page 66 of Connected By Souls

“See anything you might want a taste of?” I feel myself start to get hard from her words.

Kissing my chest, I feel her tongue dart out to taste. “Mmmmm, I do.”

I throw her over my shoulder and start for the stairs, “I wouldn’t want you to starve.” She laughs as I take her up the stairs and to my bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, I watch her as the light from the fireplace makes her skin glow a warm amber. Stepping out of my sweats, I lower her thong down her legs and onto the floor. She watches every move I make. I can see the desire and heat in her eyes, making me harder.

Taking my time, I kiss and lick my way over her skin, wanting to touch and savor every inch of her. I hear her moan softly as I find my way to her breasts. Pulling her tank top over her head, I capture her nipple, teasing and tasting her with my tongue as she arches back and gasps. She opens her legs wider for me pressing her softness against my hardness. I can feel how wet she is as she moves against me with need.

“Please,” she begs. “I need you inside of me.”

“I’m not done playing with you yet. I want to make you cum first with just my teeth and tongue.” I take her nipple into my mouth again, biting down before sucking hard.

“Oh, my God!” She moans, desperately rubbing herself against me to find release.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard before I sink into you and make you do it all over again.” I pinch her nipple hard with my fingers and rub it back and forth.

Panting hard, she begs. “Please, it’s too much. I need..oh God,” she cries as I bite down again while working the other breasts with my fingers.

I can tell she’s close as she increases her pace on me. Slick with heat and desire, I moan, barely able to withstand it.

“That’s it, baby, let go.” I suck her nipple harder as she cries out, shattering against me. I continue to suck and bite as she rides out the orgasm. Coming back down to the present with me, I can feel her body shake from the pleasure.

Before she has time to compose herself, I position myself and fill her deeply in one swift motion. I capture her mouth in a kiss, our tongues hungrily finding each other. Her hands explore my back as I dive into her over and over. Lifting her hips, she meets me as I go deeper. “You feel so good,” I breathe out. “There’s never been another for me and never will be. Our souls and bodies are one again.”

Whimpering beneath me as I increase my pace, I feel her hands grasp my back and ass in a desperate attempt to bring us closer together. God, I would live inside her if I could. “It’s always been you,” she softly cries. I stare into her beautiful green eyes as we both go over the edge together. She cries my name, clenching around me as I spill into her over and over again. I capture her in a kiss tasting the salt from her tears.

“Are you okay?” I whisper. “You’re crying.” I wipe the tears away with my thumb.

She nods at me. “I just never thought I would be this happy again after my parents died. It doesn’t feel real.” She lets the tears fall.

“I’ve had to pinch myself several times these past few days to make sure I wasn’t dreaming about you again. I was so scared you weren’t real, but it’s real, baby. You better get used to feeling like this because I intend to make you happy every day of my life until I no longer have breath in my body. Even then, I’ll make my way back to you and make you happy.” I grin.

Grinning through her tears, I kiss her softly before pulling her to my side. Laying her head on my chest. “Tell me some of your favorite stories about us.” I hear her whisper.

“Well, there are a lot of favorite moments.” I smile as I begin to tell her about us. We lay there for hours listening to the rain while I tell her story after story. She laughs and cries as she listens. When I get to the part about her being a mother and how I loved to watch her tell our children bedtime stories, she sits up hurriedly.

“What kind of stories?” She asks in a hushed tone.

Sitting up with my back against the headboard, I scratch my head remembering. “Well, they were always so detailed, and the kids and I loved them so much that I begged you to write them down so we could always have them. They were always about these grand adventures of a little girl and her dog. They would travel to magical places and always had a great lesson for our kids.”

Staring at me wide-eyed, she whispers, “What was the little girl’s name and her dog?”

“Luna was the little girl, and her dog was Lola. I loved the name Luna so much that I told my mom she had to name my sister that,” I laugh. Looking at Emma, she starts to cry. I gather her in my arms. “What’s wrong, love? Why are you crying?”

“I remember,” she sobs. “I guess I’ve been having memory dreams, too, and didn’t realize it. I’ve been dreaming about a little girl and her dog. A girl named Luna and her dog Lola,” she whispers.

“You remember?”

Nodding, she says, “As I got older, I wrote all the ideas down and hoped to make them into actual books one day. I tried to write in Tennessee, but Tyler, he uh, he said I had no experience since I didn’t go to college and I needed to focus on a real job. Like an idiot, I listened to him and put my notes away. After my parents died and I moved here, I saw them as I was unpacking, and I’ve been writing lately,” she says shyly.

Feeling anger surface because of what fuck head Tyler told her, I try to calm myself. “First off, Tyler is a legitimate asshole. He should’ve been encouraging you to write and believe in you and your abilities. I didn’t go to college either, and look at me.” I wave my hands around my beautiful bedroom. “Second, I’m so happy to hear you’re writing and making them into a book. I loved them in another lifetime, and I can’t wait to hear them again in this one. Will you let me read them? When you’re ready, I can help you find an illustrator and get them online and printed.” I excitedly look at her.

Laughing at my enthusiasm, she nods her head. “Of course, I’ll let you read them. In a way, they’re your stories too. And yes, I can use all the help I can get when it comes to publishing. If it comes to that, right now, I’m just enjoying the notes I have come alive on paper.”

“Oh, I have no doubt you’ll be a best-selling children’s author.” I grin at her.

Opening my arms, she snuggles against me again. The rain and wind howl outside as it bangs against the windows. We lay there in each other’s arms as we watch the storm make landfall. In the very early morning hours, feeling safe in our cocoon, we both drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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