want. To be there for you and Travis. To have you guys in my life. To be around you all the time because it really was the best time ever when you guys stayed at mine. I love the noise and the activity. I just love the company of you both and would like nothing more than for it to become a permanent, or semi-permanent thing if that’s what you want.”
I’m speechless, absolutely lost for words, completely unsure of what to do from here. I don’t ever want to be indebted to anyone. I certainly don’t want to start a relationship imbalanced with Marc. But it would be nice to stay at his, to have that stability just for a little while. For Travis more than me.
“I suppose so.” I nod slowly. “But just until I know where my head is at.”
“Of course, of course,” he reassures me. “Whatever you need. I’m just glad that everything is okay.”
He opens his arms and invites me in for a hug which I fall in to willingly. Being back in his arms and having him hold me and comfort me is everything I need and so much more. It makes me wonder why the hell I spent so much time pushing away the only person who has ever really cared about me. And not just me but my son as well.
“Would you like a drink or something?” I ask thickly. “You deserve it.”
“I don’t need something to drink,” he tells me gruffly, almost as if there is something stuck in his throat. “I just need you.”
I feel it as well, I can feel how badly he needs me and it creates a bubble of unexpected desire inside me. I don’t know if I should be feeling this way, especially since this has been one of the worst days of my whole life, but it has ended well, so there isn’t any reason that I shouldn’t go for it.
Without allowing myself to get caught up in my thoughts, I push myself up on to my tip toes and purse my lips out towards his. Marc looks stunned for a second, but it isn’t long before that hooded desire floods his eyes and he’s leaning in to kiss me as well.
Every time I think that we shouldn’t be getting closer because its dangerous, life pushes us right back in to one another’s arms and it feels amazing. If this is fate or destiny or whatever, then I am more than willing to go along with whatever it keeps telling me. Especially when it feels this good. And everything about Marc feels incredible. God, he is just phenomenal, isn’t he?
Wow. The moment our lips finally meet, my heart erupts into fireworks. My whole body flip flops and I slide in closer to him like an automatic reaction. Why do I keep trying to deny myself this pleasure? This sizzling chemistry, this desire, this joy…?
Marc is right, I have lived without joy for far too long, I have struggled by myself for seven long years, there isn’t any need to anymore. I have him and he actually wants to be a part of my crazy messed up life with me. He wants to make it better which is exactly what he does just by being in front of me.
17
Marc
December 30th
Her hands slowly travel down my body as our kiss deepens, I can practically feel the intense desire gripping on to her as her crazy day comes to an end. Thankfully, a positive ending because I’m sure that she’s very aware this could have taken a very terrible turn.
“Oh God,” I murmur as her eager fingers cup my bulge. The material might be in the way, blocking her from really getting a grip of my cock, but I stand to attention anyway because even this feels so good. There was a time when I feared I might not get her back again, which intensifies every sensation inside of my body already. “Oh, Aisha, that feels so good.”
“Mmm.” She’s smiling, I can hear it in her moan, which brings a grin to my lips as well. Soon, I get to know why she’s so happy because she has a cheeky thought in her mind. The tips of her fingers graze the waist band of my underwear, daring to just about feel the tip. My hips buck every time she brushes over me which just shows how out of control this incredible woman has made me already. She has flipped