Page 42 of Pretend You're Mine
Now she was opening her mouth to say something, but I couldn’t let her. Not yet. Not until she heard all that I had to say, all that I knew.
“Working in the business I do,” I said. “If you saw even half of what I’ve seen. The bitterness, the lies, the way something so beautiful can turn people into the worst, most disgusting versions of themselves.” Clenching my teeth together, I continued, “Then you’d have the same views that I do. That relationships don’t work. Not in this day and age, and not for me.”
Naomi’s expression wasn’t at all what I expected. I didn’t even know what it was, frankly.
“What, and you think you’re the only one of us with a checkered past?” Naomi said. “Did you ever wonder why my family was so weird about me bringing you by, so happy?”
She took a step together then stopped, thinking better of it, she spoke some more, “Let me tell you. Because the relationship I thought was it, the one that was supposed to be my one, the one that was supposed to work, almost ruined everything for me. While I was building my business, Eric was lying, cheating, stealing, and the sad part is, after a while, I even knew. I’d confronted him about it and he’d lie, the same more-or-less convincing lie, and I’d buy it. But deep down, I knew. And finally ripping myself out of that, getting away….” Her face was ashen, and I wanted to hold it in my hands, kiss the pain away. “Was the hardest thing I ever did.”
She turned her angry stare to me. “Don’t pretend that you have dibs on being fucked up.”
“I never claimed to.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
As I looked at her, all the things I want to say dropped out of my mind, one by one, like sand in an hourglass.
All there was to say was the thing that I was meaning to, “I’m not sure I could take it if I messed things up with you.”
Naomi nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “And I couldn’t take it if I messed things up with you,” she said, to my surprise.
“We’re quite the pair, eh?” I asked. Tears were still rolling down Naomi’s cheeks, although she said nothing. And it occurred to me, that I didn’t have to either. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t have to make this thing right just then. I didn’t have to have the perfect answer. I just had to be there for her. To show her. To comfort her.
And so, I pressed my lips to a shining beacon-of-a tear on her cheek. And then the other. All that I knew in that moment was that my lips couldn’t leave her.
Not with that mysterious flower smell of her, and the way she was tugging at my shirt already. Not with how our bodies already knew what to do, how to make it all better.
Hadn’t they known in the beginning, how well we fit together, by just how we moved with each other?
Naomi was nibbling on my ear and tonguing it, our groans fused. I did her one better by suckling the gorge of her throat.
She didn’t understand – but she would. This kind of bodily understanding, this limb to limb sensation fest, was not for nothing. No.
I needed to show her what we were together.
The sweep of her tongue in my mouth was gentle, egging me on. As if how I was pressing my straining erection between her legs wasn’t enough. As if how her moans were already uncontrollable wasn’t enough either.
Her blouse had buttons and I undid them; loved every new patch of skin they presented to me.
“Fucking sexy,” I burst out, walking her over to the bed and kissing her down onto the mattress.
Now, lips twisted and hands worked and, somehow in the fray, Naomi got my pants off first. I was still working on hers, when she stopped me by pushing up against me and flipping me onto my back.
I was too surprised to react as she crawled down my body and onto the floor. She grabbed my hand to pull me into a seated position on the edge of the bed as she got on her knees before me. She looked up at me with a wicked smile as she dipped her head low and took my cock in her warm, wet mouth.
I released a strangled groan as she pulled me deep into her throat. I looked down at her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, enjoying watching her suck me off. The way her lips and tongue moved over my thick shaft was enough to make me blow my load right then if I wasn’t careful.
I tried to distract myself with other thoughts so that I could hold out as she took me in as deeply as she could
