Page 117 of Demo
He walked toward me but stopped by the island and leaned against it with both hands. His back slouched and his head hung between his shoulders, but his eyes were looking up at me. I didn’t know what to do. I had never seen him like this.
His lips moved, but I could barely hear the words he breathed.
“Knox?” I took half a step toward him, and he stalked the rest of the way toward me, grabbing my face in his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he said, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my neck, then finally my lips. “I’m sorry.” He continued to trail kisses across my shoulder as his hands slid down my sides, around my body, down my hips and ass. “I’m so sorry.”
I was breathless as he walked us back toward the couch and his kisses returned to my mouth, almost suffocating me.
“Knox,” I said between gasps of air. “It’s not your fault.”
He silenced me with his mouth once more as my ass hit the back of the couch, and he started pulling up my shirt. It came over my head, and he tossed it on the floor. He then unzipped his hoodie and pulled his arms out of it before reaching over his head and pulling his T-shirt off, then his hands and mouth were back on me. His lips and tongue danced across my collar bone, my sternum, the tops of my breasts as his hands worked them, as well.
It had been so long since we were intimate, and our senses were on overload.
I worked the buckle on his belt and the button on his jeans all at once. He did the same with mine. Knox grabbed me by the hips, roughly, steering me toward the bedroom, all the while his kissing and nipping returned to any part of skin his mouth could reach.
He gently guided me down onto the bed and pulled my jeans off before I reached up and helped shimmy his down his legs where they dropped into a pile on the floor. He crawled on top of me and continued his kissing assault.
I remember thinking how wonderful it was because we never kissed that much anymore. Not only since the accident, but since we had been together so long. He was kissing me long and slow, hard and fast, and he was unrelenting.
His hands were slow as he undid my bra and pulled it off, then worked my breasts. He slid his hands down around my ass, under my panties, then wrapped my leg around his hip. He moved his hand to the inside of my thighs as I slid my hand under his boxers. This time I could feel him respond.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand back out and pinned it up by my head. We stilled for a brief second while his eyes bore into mine, then he put his mouth back on me as he ground his pelvis into mine. A moment later, he released my hand and started tugging down my panties. His boxers were next.
With one arm bracing himself above me, the other hand roamed my body for what seemed like forever as he nuzzled my neck, with little suckles, nips and kisses in between. I could feel him hard against me and wondered why he was waiting to enter me.
Finally, he pressed my knees apart with his and spread my legs as he slid in, slowly, torturously. Once he was all the way in, he paused, breathed out, then pulled back and slid in again. Taking my face in his hands and looking me dead in the eye, he kissed me slow and deep as he continued this rhythm of out and in, pull and push. We moved, and kissed, and panted wordlessly until I couldn’t take it anymore. I tightened around him with shakes, quivers and pulses.
Knox pushed hair away from my forehead and kissed me there, then my cheeks, my neck. And then he started to pull away.
“Wait,” I tightened my legs around him.
He kissed me again, softly. “I’m good, baby. I wanted you to feel good, that’s all.”
He tried to pull away but I pushed his shoulder and rolled us over so I was straddling him, and I began to move.
“Shit,” he cursed through clenched teeth. “Lizzie, you don’t—” and then his head rolled back and his hands moved to my hips.
I rode him slowly at first, the way he did to me only moments before. Then I started rocking harder.
“God, baby, I don’t deserve this,” Knox growled as he started to move his hips with mine.
“Shhh,” I breathed close to his mouth as I took my turn nuzzling his neck. I could tell by the bulging vein there he was close. I slowed my rhythm just the slightest and made sure to ride him completely up and back down a few times—and then he came unhinged. He grabbed my hips as he bucked up and groaned my name, then fell back down onto the mattress, circling his arms around my back and holding me close to him.
“Don’t move,” he breathed, his chest moving up and down with me on top of him. “Just, don’t move a second.”
We stayed like that for a few moments until he started rubbing his hand up and down my back, which I took as an indication I could climb off him.
I did so, and he rolled onto his side and pulled me close to him, my back to his front. I could feel the sticky evidence of our lovemaking between us. He said nothing. I was just going to let us both fall asleep like that, but then I felt a little shake. No, it was more of a trembling.
It was Knox. I rolled over in his arms and saw tears streaming down his face as he was trying to stifle a sob.
“Woah! Knox, what’s going on?” I grabbed his face in my hands and wiped his tears with my thumbs, but they just kept coming as he sucked in a garbled breath and heaved out a cry.
“I’m sorry,” he cried as we enveloped each other. “I’m so fucking sorry!”
I was shocked, but not surprised. I knew this had to be coming, and to be honest, I was glad it did. He held so much in over the past few months that it couldn’t be healthy. He sobbed, and shook, and gasped for air until there was nothing left. And I smoothed his hair, rubbed his back and absorbed his tears the whole time.
