Chapter Nineteen
Her heart pounding against her ribs, adrenaline pumping through her veins, and love overflowing every cell of her body, Kristin shot out of her apartment and was at Sean’s dorm parking lot in ten minutes. She stood at the locked front door to his dorm when she realized that, since it was still spring break, she might not be able to get in. That he might not be there. That she had raced over for nothing. Then she remembered the side door the guys usually left unlocked. It was unlocked, and she ran up the back stairs to his room.
Sean answered the door in nothing but a towel. Ah! Sometimes the biggest risks return the biggest rewards!
“Kristin? Hi!” he said, surprise filling his voice and lighting his eyes. “I thought you’d call.”
She fought to keep her face expressionless, stoic even, but inside she was about to shimmy out of her skin. “I thought you deserved a face-to-face. But I can leave.”
“No, no. Showing up is great. Perfect.”
She dropped her eyes and bit her tongue to keep joy from bursting into laughter. “Can I come in?”
“Of course.” He moved aside and closed the door after she’d walked through.
She looked around the tiny room, remembering the love they’d made here. It was like she was back in the Honahlee they’d created—she felt magically happy and at home. Her memories acted like gas sprinkled on the flame of desire sparking inside her. It didn’t matter that they’d known each other so short a time. It didn’t matter that he’d made a mistake. It didn’t matter that she still nursed a healing heart. She loved him and wanted him in her life.
She felt him behind her, his hands on her shoulders, and she shivered. He turned her toward him, his eyes hopeful but anxious, with that little half grin of his parting his lips, his eyes brighter and bluer than she’d ever seen them.
They stood together silently, searching each other’s eyes for answers.
“Nice DVD,” she said.
His eyes dropped sheepishly, as if a little embarrassed by it. “I wasn’t sure whether it would help me or hurt me, what with my terrible singing and plucking.”
“No, it was beautiful. I liked it.”
“Good. So…Is it good news you’re bringing me?”
“I’m afraid not.”
He dropped his hands from her arms and seemed to stumble back a hair’s breadth. “Oh.” The tiny word slipped from his mouth like a groan.
She moved forward. “Uh, yeah. You said something the other day about going slow this time. Well, I’m sorry…” She put her fingers on the little knot where he had tucked in the tail of the towel and yanked it free. “…that’s completely unacceptable.” She tossed the towel aside. “I’ve been without Mr. Blarney far too long to go slow.”
“Ack, woman. Why do you insist on calling him such a wimpy name?” He grabbed his cock and lifted it toward her. “He deserves a name more fitting of his monolithic stature.”
She laughed and took the monolith in her hands. “How about The Legend? Does that appropriately reflect his magnificence?” She stroked him as she spoke, thrilled with her power to make him grow long and hard.
On a sigh, his eyes closed. “Darlin’, you can call him whatever you want.”
“Sean, I miss you. And I don’t just mean Mr. Blar—uh, The Legend. I want you in my life, in my heart, in my bed.” She laughed and tossed a glance over her shoulder at his bed. “Any bed. Tell me you still want me.”
“I still want you.” He took her hands in his, kissed them. “I prayed you’d come back to me.”
“Well, I’m here. So why haven’t you kissed me?”
He grinned, put his hands low on her hips, and pulled her to him. “God blessed man with two heads, but cursed him with the inability to use both at once. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Another old Irish saying?”
“Actually, it is.” He smiled at her. “Forgive me, Kristin.”
“Forgiven.”
Joy burst inside her as his lips took hers. The heat of his kiss made her feel like she could dissolve into a mist between his hands.
His fingers tugged the hem of her shirt up, and she lifted her arms so he could pull it off. While he unhooked her bra, she flipped open the button on her skirt, yanked down the zipper, and let the material drop to her feet. His hands cupped her breasts and feasted on them with his hungry mouth, licking and sucking the pink points.
Her hands moved to his hard dick, but he lifted her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bed, laying her, naked and desperate for him, on the rumpled sheets.
He kissed her as he lay beside her, the stabbing heat and pressure of his cock against her side. Her hungry mouth rose to meet his. Her pulse throbbed in her pussy, like it was calling to him, telling him she was ready for him…past ready.
“I want you inside me. So much.” She growled more than spoke the words.
“For once, darlin’, I won’t make you wait…too long.”
His eyes held her in place as his hand crawled up her thigh to the wet spot between her legs. She opened herself to him and released a long sigh when he slipped his finger into her wet pussy. She stroked his dick, circling her hips against his hand, begging for more.
He released a shaky breath. “I’ve missed you, darlin’. So much. The feel of you. The taste of you. The smell of you. It makes me feel alive.”
“I missed you, too.” His fingers were nestled at her heat, sending hot shivers up and down her spine. She felt the desire rolling off of him, off of her, and she wanted to take it all inside her, use it to drive them both into oblivion. She was arching against his hand, panting with the need to have him inside her. “Which is why you really need to get inside me now.”
He chuckled and rose over her, letting his dick jab the entrance to her pussy. She guided him closer and rubbed herself against the head of his magnificence, letting it distribute their juice onto each other. She cried out when he pulled back, opening her eyes. “What are you doing to me?”
She saw him rolling a condom on the erection that would soon be all hers. “Shit! Tomorrow, we’re getting tested so we can do away with these fucking condoms,” she growled in frustration.
He laughed. “I’m clean, darlin’, but I’ll do whatever you want.”
“What I want is—”
He plunged into her, sending a rush of breath sliding from her mouth. “Oh, God!” A contented smile appeared on her face. “Thank you.” She was where she was meant to be.
The moment stilled for her, and she absorbed the feel of him inside her. His smell. The weight of him. The love in his eyes. The touch of his hands.
Then his mouth took her lips and time started again. Her nails clawed his ass to bring him even closer to her. His hips thrust against her, his cock moving in and out of her pussy in one long sensation of pleasure. Urgent for each other, they sped up, moving together, lifting each other higher.
Her legs clutched his waist, her arms his back, holding him tight, burying him inside her, creating their own world. She ignored the sweat beading on her forehead, on his, and for long moments forgot to breathe, and just kept up the sweet rhythm that would carry them to the end where they would live or die together.
She plunged off the peak into the abyss, her whole body releasing, convulsing with the force of her orgasm. “I’m coming, Sean! I’m coming.”
He was still pumping into her, helping her ride out her wave, when she felt him go rigid, every muscle in him straining with his release. He groaned and pressed even deeper into her pussy as he came, the flare of pleasure bursting in his blue eyes.
He collapsed onto her, his flesh filling her and hers hugging him, their hearts pulsing blood throughout their joined bodies.
“I love you.” His voice was rough and his breath was as erratic as hers. “So much. I’m glad you came back.”
“I’m glad you wanted me back,” she said as he kissed her mouth, again and again.
“I’ll always want you. Always love you.”
“I’ll always love you.”
He put his mouth against her chest and dropped kisses here and there on the flushed skin that covered her heart. “I know. I see it in your heart. I feel it in mine. And that’s all the proof I’ll ever need.”
****
“Which drawers are mine, darlin’?” Sean asked as Kristin walked into their bedroom. He held a stack of T-shirts in one hand and a stack of boxers in the other.
They had semi-shared her apartment since getting back together in March. He couldn’t move out of the dorm until the end of the semester because he had RA obligations. But now, here in mid-May, he was moving in with her completely. They had a couple of days to themselves before his archaeology field school started.
“The bottom three are yours; the top two are mine.”
“No way two drawers are enough for all your clothes,” he said, putting his things away.
She crawled on the bed to watch him unpack. “Well, I am taking the closet.”
He smiled. “Of course.”
“I have a lot of clothes and shoes.”
“I noticed.” He grabbed balls of socks from his suitcase and tossed them into the drawer with his boxers.
“You like me to look good, don’t you?”
“Darlin’, it’s not the clothes that make you look good.” He put jeans and sweats in the third drawer.
“You’re just saying that because you prefer me naked all the time.”
He looked back to her. She had stretched out on the bed and lay with one arm flung back beside her head on the pillow, the other low across her stomach. Her legs were spread slightly, knees bent with one up and the other out to the side. Her breasts thrust high in her tight T-shirt, showing her hard nipples, and her short shorts left little to the imagination.
The day they got back together, they went together to be tested for STDs. Both received a clean record, and she got back on birth control pills, so they had quickly dispensed with condoms. He was glad. There was nothing better than being flesh to flesh with her.
“I’d keep you naked day and night if you’d agree to it. I love your body so much.”
“Show me.”
He pushed the suitcase from the bed and it crashed to the floor. The mattress dipped under his weight when he joined her and lay on top of her. Taking a wrist in each hand, he brought her arms high above her head.
She ran her tongue across her lips, tempting him, and her eyes went heavy. He dipped his mouth closer to hers for a kiss, and she rose up to meet him, but he pulled back, teasing her. He dipped in again and, when she didn’t move toward him, he brushed his mouth over hers, giving her a taste of what was to come.
“You like to torture me, don’t you?” she whispered and licked his lips before he could pull away.
“Torture?” he said and gave her a little grin. “Darlin’, this is called pleasuring.” She opened her mouth to protest and he pressed his mouth to hers, taking her breath, giving her what she wanted.
Small moans rolling in her throat had him pulling back from her again and moving down to kiss along her jaw, lower to her neck, across her chest and between her breasts. Without giving her time to prepare for what was coming next, his mouth came down on her nipple and sucked her through her shirt.
She moaned and arched up into him, wanting more. “The other one, too,” she begged. His mouth left her breasts and shifted down to the bare skin of her stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel and grazed the sensitive skin just under the band of her low-rise shorts.
“Lower,” she said, and he released her wrists so he could unfasten her shorts. But she beat him to it, unfastening them and pushing them down so he could go lower. Her hands yanked off her shirt, baring her breasts to his eyes, hands, and mouth.
It filled him with love to know she desired him that much. “I think you’re glad I’m here,” he said and let his tongue lave the flesh she had bared. It turned him on that she watched him taste her and made him want to give her even more, to give her everything she wanted.
“I am. So glad.” Gasping as he nibbled down her stomach to her mound, she thrust her pelvis at him, urging him on. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”
“And no one ever will. I’m your last lover, Kristin.”
He gripped the sides of her shorts and pulled them off, panties included. Burying his face in her pussy, he drew the eternity symbol on her clit with his tongue, over and over, before plunging deep into her pussy. Her hips thrust against his mouth. She wanted him inside her. He wanted inside her.
“Get naked with me.” The words crawled from her mouth, low and urgent, and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He sat up on his knees and she followed, pulling off his T-shirt and his boxers until he was as naked as she was. She trailed her fingers down his chest, his stomach, and into the nest of black curls at his crotch.
One touch of her hands to his hard rod sent a bolt of desire through him, hardening him even more. Then she took him in her mouth and his entire body sizzled. He caressed her head as she licked him, sucked him, teased his rigid flesh, letting her know how much she pleased him. Her movements drew rumbled moans of pleasure from his mouth that he barely recognized as his, and he had to have her now.
He eased her up onto her knees and lifted her until she sat on his lap. Anchoring her legs around his hips, she guided him to her hot spot, and he slid in. The overwhelming feeling of being sheathed so fully in her love hit him as it always did, and he felt himself giving everything over to her. She wanted all of him, and he wanted to give her all of him.
His ever-present concern over not hurting her in place, he started slowly, plunging himself into her an inch at a time until she was slick and hot enough to take all of him and was grinding against him. She grabbed his back and pulled him closer to her.
“Don’t be easy with me. I want all of you inside me.”
Taking her word, he grabbed her ass with his hands, his fingers digging into her flesh, and held her still while he pounded in to her, hard and deep. His eyes were hard on hers, drunk with the smell and sounds of their fucking. He hit the tip of her cervix, then pulled out again, thrusting, withdrawing, plunging, withdrawing, fast, hard, again and again, until he felt like he was losing his mind from the heat and pleasure and desire washing over him.
She let her head fall back, as if she were luxuriating in the feeling of him so deep inside her. She needed him. She needed his cock. Hard and fast.
“Oh, God, Sean! Fuck me!”
“Fuck you like this?” His voice was rough, seething as he rammed into her.
Her hips lifted against his assault. “Yes! Yes!”
Their bodies rocked hard into each other, “You want my cock in your sweet pussy all the time.”
“Yessss! All the time.”
His voice, her voice, his words, her words, his movements, hers, their love fused into one giant incendiary device that was set to explode.
“Ohhh, fuck, Sean, Ahhhh! Yes!” she moaned, thrashing against him, quivering from the heat and force, and biting his lip until he tasted his blood. It was as if the explosion sent her into the air in a million fragments, all filled with hot pleasure.
He forced himself harder into her, now, throat growling, hips grinding, cock jamming, grunting with every breath. So fast, so fast. So fucking good.
“Come inside me, Sean. I want your cum.”
Her words, her voice, the feel of her got him to the top and he jumped. His arms held her so tight she couldn’t breathe, and his cock impaled her to the hilt.
“Arhhhh, Fuck me, Kristin, Fuck. My Kristin!”
He felt his cum, hot and pulsing, hit the top of her pussy, again and again as he found his release in her body.
They collapsed onto the bed, still holding each other, panting, groaning at the strength of their release, feeling ripped apart by it.
When she’d found a breath, she used it to whisper sweet words that left no doubt that what they had was real and precious, even though they both knew it had a time/date stamp on it that could expire come August.
“You’re my world, Sean.”
He sighed against her and nodded in agreement. “And you’re mine, darlin’.”
****
The summer flew by on eagle’s wings. Kristin and Sean grasped every moment they had together, held them tightly in their hands. Time stood still for a few precious moments when they made love, but it wasn’t enough to stop time completely. July was already half over. She refused to dwell on it, to ruin the present by dreading the future. But the future was galloping toward them.
She slid the veggies, cheese slices, and chopped green chile into the fridge. By the time Sean got home, he could fire up the grill for the burgers. She laughed at herself and the surge of domesticity that had taken them both over. She got up in the morning with Sean and showered with him. He made their breakfast, and she sent him off with a packed lunch made with love. She had dinner going when he got home from the field school, and he cleaned up afterward.
He was her world, and she was his, and that was enough.
During the day, she plowed through her thesis. She wanted her evenings and nights free for him. Their time together was moving fast, and she didn’t want to be tied to her computer or to the library when she could be tied, so to speak, to him.
She glanced up at the clock in the kitchen. He was due home any minute now. Excitement surged through her, making her stomach twitter and her heart patter. How was it possible that she loved him more today than she did yesterday? But she did.
Her heart sped up when she heard a knock on the door. Forget his key again? She rushed to the door, a smile on her face.
“Forget your key a—”
Her joy vanished with the rest of her sentence. Her heart jumped to her throat, and her head begin to throb behind her eyes.
“Hi, Kristin.”