Watch Me Walk Away (17 page)

I reach up to caress his face. “Perfect, please don’t stop.”

He starts to move again with long slow strokes that make my toes curl but I want more. “Faster babe, I need you to move faster,” I plead to him as I pull him down for a kiss.

Every time the head of his cock presses against the sweet spot inside of me my whole body trembles. I am so close to coming and still I want more. “Harder, I need to feel all of you.” He lifts my ass to get a better angle and slams into me. There is a little pain when he pushes against my cervix but I don’t mind, in fact I am losing all coherent thoughts entirely. I am climbing higher and higher and I know the fall will be excruciatingly good.

He is straining not to come now and I feel him getting bigger inside of me. “Come with me, baby, I need to feel you come.” He clenches his jaw. Two more strokes and I explode calling his name. He comes right after me and I feel him pulsing inside of me. We seem to come forever staring into each other’s eyes, I’ve never felt this connected to anyone.

He collapses onto his elbows and I know he is trying not to press his weight onto me but I don’t mind. I want to feel him on me while he’s still in me. Our breaths are evening out and he kisses me tenderly. “I knew I would find heaven with you.” He rolls off me and pulls me into his side. I still can’t do more than sigh.

My head is on his chest and I start outlining his scars with my fingers. “Do they hurt?”

“Not anymore, when I first woke up in Germany they were painful, then as they healed they itched something awful but now I barely know they’re there,” he is playing with my hair as he talks.

“Will you tell me what happened?” I look up at him.

“Yes but not tonight. Tonight I just want to hold you and thank God that you’re here with me,” he kisses my forehead.

We fall asleep wrapped around each other.

Chapter Twenty

I wake to the smell of coffee and bacon. I stretch and smile, realizing I’m alone. I am a little sore after last night but my body getting used to Bobby’s size is so worth the discomfort. I get up and go to the bathroom, oh a Jacuzzi tub big enough for two we will definitely have to try that out later. I wash my face and use my finger to brush my teeth my bag is still in the guest room.

I go to Bobby’s closet to find something to slip into. Hmm let’s see, a black button down shirt will do nicely. I roll up the sleeves and do the last three buttons. I love dressing in men’s clothes in the morning. I run my fingers through my hair and walk towards the kitchen. I hear Bobby humming along to The Killers’ ‘Here With Me’. His back is to me and I can see more scars where the bullets came out. I am so lucky he made it back.

My man is hot! The song changes to The Lumineers’ ‘Ho Hey’ and he moves his hips in time to the music. I lean against the door frame and just watch until I can’t resist touching him anymore. I start walking towards him just as he turns to reach for something and spots me. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed,” he says smiling at me. He reaches for me and kisses me. He tastes like coffee and toothpaste. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close as I reach up to caress the stubble on his face. He looks so hot when he doesn’t shave.

When he ends the kiss I just want to pull him back. “I see you raided my closet, damn girl you look hot in my clothes.”

I run my hands over his chest. “And you look hot out of them.” I look at his body and trace his abs down to the open button of his jeans. His breath catches as my fingers start exploring right above his zipper, “I am hungry, but not for breakfast.” I undo his zipper, he’s not wearing underwear, and start to push his jeans down. My mouth is licking its way down his chest over his abs as his cock springs from his jeans. I take him in my hand. “This is what I’m hungry for.” I look up as my knees hit the floor. “You don’t mind do you?”

He shakes his head as he stares down at me. “You don’t have to do this.” But his eyes give him away I know he wants me to.

“I want to.” I lick the head and he groans. My hand is pumping on the base of his shaft and my tongue follows the vein underneath. I take him in my mouth, he is so big I know my jaw will be hurting after this but I don’t care. I swirl my tongue around his tip then take him in as far as I can he tastes good and he jerks as I hum my approval. I get into a rhythm between my hand and mouth, my hand twists on the base with each stroke. My other hand cups his balls then strokes the vein right behind them. I am rewarded with a squirt of pre-cum which I lick up.

His hand finds my hair and he just strokes me. He’s not forcing me to take any more than I can handle. His breathing is coming faster now, “You need to stop, baby girl. I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He pulls my hair now to get me to release him which I do with a pop. He drags me up and kisses me hard, his tongue is not playing this time, he is ravaging my mouth and it is awesome no one kisses like him. His hand runs up my thigh to my bare ass and he pulls his mouth back. “Shit girl I don’t think I can wait.”

“I don’t want you to wait. I want you inside me now.” I pull his mouth back to me. His hand cups my ass to lift me and I wrap my legs around him. I can feel him between my legs and I pump my hips for the friction I need. Carrying me into the living room, he sets me on the back of the couch. Both hands grab the shirt and he pulls it over my head throwing it behind me. He pushes me back so I am almost upside down and his mouth finds my nipple as he enters me. Oh my God it feels so good! I grab his hair with one hand and put the other down on the couch for leverage. In this position he hits that sweet spot inside of me with every stroke and the way he is bent over me his abs stroke against my clit. He’s not being gentle now, he is pumping hard and fast and I am right there with him. I can feel the orgasm coming and I scream out his name as I explode. He comes right after me and I feel the spasms inside me which makes my orgasm go on and on. My arm gives out and I fall further back until my head is on the cushion. He groans and starts to stand up pulling me with him I grab his shoulders to steady myself. When I am once again sitting on the back of the couch and my legs release him to dangle down he leans in for a kiss. We are both still breathing hard so our breath mingles as much as our tongues.

When our breath finally slows he pulls away. “That was a much better breakfast then what I had planned.”

I laugh. “Oh you still have to feed me but I don’t care if the food is cold. That was so worth it.”

“The food won’t be cold, I have a microwave.” He laughs and starts towards the kitchen. Damn his ass is hot! “Where do you want to eat?” he calls back.

It takes me a moment to snap out of my appreciative glare. “Huh?” I have no idea what he just said.

“If you keep admiring my ass we will die of starvation. Where do you want to eat?” He turns around.

Wow! I am really trying to concentrate on his words but Adonis himself would be jealous of his body. The words finally register in my over stimulated brain, “In here is fine.” I really hope he plans to at least put his pants back on or I have no shot of being able to walk for the rest of the week!

He turns and walks into the kitchen. My brain finally starts working again and I realize I am naked sitting on the back of his couch. I get up and walk around the end of the couch to find his shirt. I slip it back over my head and make my way to the guest bathroom. I can’t help smiling as I clean myself up. What a way to start a Sunday, I could get used to this.

As I walk back out to the living room I hear him ask, “Baby, did you hear me?”

“Sorry, I went to the bathroom. What did you ask?” I make my way towards the kitchen.

“How do you want your coffee?”

“Milk and two sugars. Can I help you with anything?” I walk into the kitchen and he is still naked. Oh my God! Is there anything sexier than a man cooking naked in the kitchen? The microwave beeps and he takes the plate of food out, quickly setting it down on the counter.

“Damn that’s hot!” He blows on his fingers.

I laugh. “My thoughts exactly.” He looks at me and cocks his head. I purposefully look him up and down. “But I wasn’t talking about the plate.”

“If you want to drive my car and go out on the boat you really need to keep those thoughts in check. Of course I will be just as happy spending the whole day here in bed with you.” He grins and cocks an eyebrow.

“Oh I could be persuaded to give up the boat today but I definitely want to drive-” I let the double meaning hang there between us as I walk over to him. I see his eyes flash as I get closer, then I stop and pick up the coffee mug and take a sip keeping my eyes on him the whole time. “the car. I really want to drive the car.”

He steps over to me. “You are such a tease. You can still drive the car whenever you want. We can take it for a spin later, much later.” He takes the mug out of my hands and puts it back on the counter, “You know I will never be able to wear that shirt again without thinking of you in it. You are all my dreams come true.” He puts his hands on my hip and lowers his head. “I think we may have to skip breakfast and hope we make it out here for lunch.” He kisses me and all thoughts of food disappear. He bites my lip and then caresses it with his tongue when I gasp. His mouth leaves mine to kiss along my jaw to my ear and then down to that spot on my neck that drives me insane. I tilt my head and lean back against the counter so I can stay upright because my knees are threatening to give out. My hand is in his hair holding him right where he is. “Oh God, Bobby.”

“What, baby?” He is licking me with short little strokes that make my whole body vibrate.

“If we keep going like this I’m not going to be able to walk.”

He pulls back and looks at me with concern. “Was I too rough?”

“No, babe, you were perfect but I am a little sore.” I blush.

He picks me up in his arms. “I have the perfect thing for that.” He strides into his room and straight to the bathroom. “We’ll take a bath.” He puts me down and starts running the water.

“That sounds like a great idea. I was hoping we could do just that when I came in here this morning.”

He turns back to me and puts his hands on the hem of the shirt. Instead of just drawing it up his hands move up my thighs and my body trembles, he is caressing me as he works the shirt up and off my body. Following it all the way up my arms until it is off. He throws it in the corner and picks me up, “Anything you wish for, baby I’m gonna give to you.” He lowers me into the hot water then reaches over to start the jets. Oh that feels really good! He climbs in across from me putting his feet on either side of my hips. He grabs my feet and puts them on his thighs and I lean back to let the jets totally relax me. He is massaging my feet with his hands and I think I have just found Nirvana. He reaches over and shuts off the water before it gets too high then leans back and we just stare into each other’s eyes. My hands are running up and down his calves while he continues to massage my feet. We don’t talk. I can see the same contentment in his eyes that I am feeling. It is not just the physical pull with us, when I am with him I feel secure and at peace like I am home.

I don’t know how long we stay like this but eventually my eyes start to close, I am so relaxed I am falling asleep. I feel him move to stop the jets, “Let’s get you out of here before you pass out.” I yawn in response. He climbs out first and lifts me out like a child and I cling to him putting my head on his shoulder and breathing in that scent that is uniquely Bobby.

He puts my feet down and leans me up against the sink as he grabs for towels. He starts to dry me off working his way down my body using light strokes with the fluffy towel. It is almost like getting a massage. When he is done he wraps the towel around me then dries himself off quickly. He picks me up again and takes me to the bed, the sheets are still askew from last night and he moves them so he can lay me down. He lies down next to me and pulls the covers over us and then wraps me in his arms. “Sleep, baby,” he says and I do.

Chapter Twenty-One

This time when I wake up I’m not alone I’m wrapped up in Bobby. My head and most of my upper body are on his chest, my legs entwined with his, both his arms securing me to him. I’ve never felt safer or more loved. Usually when I sleep with a guy I become uncomfortable and end up turning away from them but I could stay in Bobby’s arms forever, we just fit together. I raise myself up so I can look at him and he frowns in his sleep and tightens his arms like he thinks I’m leaving him. I reach up and touch his cheek and his frown disappears. His chest rises below me and he sighs. I could look at him all day, he looks younger and more at peace when he sleeps all the intensity is gone and I can see the boy I first fell in love with. Seeing the difference makes my heart ache a little. He’s been through so much since we were last together and again I wish I had been there for him.

I lay back down and listen to his heartbeat so strong and even. This man wants me. Why he has never stopped wanting me is a wonder to me. I never really understood what he saw in me in the first place. The man looks like a God and has a way of drawing people to him even though he really never took a leadership role in school everyone knew who he was. I remember being cornered in the bathroom by senior girls who just had to know what I had that they didn’t. The funny thing was I could never answer them because I didn’t know.

Bobby’s hand starts moving up and down my back breaking me out of my thoughts. I realize that my fingers have been lightly caressing his chest and I probably woke him up. I look up at him and he still has his eyes closed but now there is a smile on his face. I know he is awake but fighting it, knowing we will get up and end this perfect feeling. While I’d love to stay in his arms forever, I do need to get home and go to the store for the ingredients for the dinner I promised Brad tomorrow.

I put my lips to his chest and blow, making a sound like a fart. His eyes fly open and he looks at me in surprise. “Really that is the way you wake me up?”

“You were awake.” I give him a playful smile. “You were just fighting it. Not only that but you deserved it for tickling me last night.” I bite my lower lip, reminding him of tickling me could get me into trouble.