K. Robinson: Twisted Ties

I kissed her lips again before moving to her jaw. She moved her head to the side to give me access to her neck. I kissed there, too. It had been so long since we’d been together, and it was killing me to go slow. I wanted to rip off her clothes and bury myself deep inside her right now. I held back as I peppered her face and neck with butterfly kisses. I wouldn’t let my dick control me. After everything she’d been through, she deserved better than that.

She sat up and slipped her shirt over her head. I lifted my arms as she pulled my shirt off next. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. I clenched my hands into fists as she lay down to keep from reaching out for her. I had to go slow.

She smiled shyly, and I was transported back to our first time together. She’d been so sweet and innocent then, and she still was even now. She’d been through hell, but she would always be my Emma. I ran my fingers down her cheek before continuing down to the swell of her breasts. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or excitement.

“You okay?”

“Better than okay.”

I smiled as I trailed my fingers between her breasts and down her stomach. I loved her softness. I’d missed touching her like this. I leaned over and ran my tongue over one of her nipples. She sucked in a breath as her hands grabbed my shoulders. I took that as confirmation that it was okay, and I did it again to her other nipple. Her back arched off the bed as I took one in my mouth and sucked gently.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” I didn’t think it was possible for me to stop at this point even if I wanted to.

This time was different from any of the others. It wasn’t just sex. It was a way for her to heal.

I reached between us and unbuttoned her jeans. I pulled them down just a bit and ran my fingers across the top of her underwear.

Her breath hitched, and she wiggled underneath me. “Take them off.”

I stood at the foot of the bed and slowly pulled her jeans and underwear down her legs. I couldn’t help but stare at her naked form on the bed. She was beautiful.

I pulled my jeans and boxers off before getting back onto the bed. I started kissing her ankle, working my way up her leg with light kisses. When I reached her knee, I pushed her legs apart. The scars were faint from where Ally had cut her, but I could see them. I kissed my way up first one scar and then the other.

“Does it bother you?” she asked as she stared down at me.

I shook my head. “Not at all.”

“I just wish they would go away. I don’t want you to have to look at them.”

“Emma, they don’t matter to me.” I eased up her body to where the thin scars went across her stomach. I kissed them, too. “You’re the only thing that matters to me.”

“Thank you,” she whispered as tears filled her eyes.

We didn’t speak after that. My lips moved against her skin as I kissed back down her body. I ran my fingers across her hips, slowly making my way down. She gasped as I ran my finger between her folds, stopping on that one spot that drove her crazy. I stroked her clit slowly, building her up, as I kissed my way back up to her breasts. I sucked on one before biting down gently. I started rubbing circles around her clit as she moaned and raised her hips up against me. I released her nipple and bit down on my lip as I tried to stay in control. I was hanging on by a thread and touching her naked body wasn’t helping. I pulled my hand away, and she cried out in displeasure.

“Don’t stop!”

“I’m not.” My voice was gruff as I pushed her body down onto the bed and positioned myself over her.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to have her. I slid into her slowly, afraid that I would come before we even started. Every part of my body demanded that I take her hard and fast. We hadn’t been together in months, and she was tight. I moaned as I filled her completely. Nothing in the world could compare to this.

“I love you, Emma.”

“I love you, too.”

I pulled out and pushed back inside, going slow to make sure that I didn’t hurt her. I wanted everything about this to be perfect for her. She wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper inside her. I groaned as my thrusts became harder. I couldn’t contain myself any longer. The need to be with her took complete control of me, and I let go.

“I’ll never leave you. I swear it,” I said as I continued to pound into her.

She moaned in response and squeezed her legs tighter around me. My thrusts became erratic as I tried to keep myself from coming. I wouldn’t come until she did. I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She cried out, and I felt her body tense as she came. I continued to suck and thrust my hips, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible.

I gave one final thrust and exploded inside of her. Unwilling to let her go just yet, I rested my weight on my elbows and stared down at her. She looked beautiful, even more so than normal. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, and I leaned down to kiss her again, unable to stop myself. I felt closer to her now than I had in a long time.

“Thank you for that,” I whispered.

She smiled up at me. “No, thank you. It sounds stupid, but I needed that. I needed to feel close to you.”

I forced myself to pull out, and I rolled over to lie beside her. “That’s about as close as you can get.”

She laughed. “I guess it is.”

“Will you talk to me now?”

She bit her lip as she looked over at me. “Yes, I will. Just bear with me.”

“Take your time, babe. I’m all yours.”

I listened as she started at the beginning and continued from there. I let her get everything out that she needed to say. I held her as she cried for not only what had happened to her but for Ally as well. We lay together for hours after she was finished. I held her tightly in my arms until she fell asleep.

She still had a lot of healing to do, but she was definitely getting there. I was willing to wait for her and help in any way I could. We would figure things out together.

At the end of the day, love is not perfect. It doesn’t protect us or save us from the darkness surrounding our lives. Instead, it is the light that shines through to help us. Without it, we would be consumed by the darkness.

Life was the craziest journey that a person could ever take. I had no idea where Emma and I would be ten months or ten years from now, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that she would be with me wherever I ended up at in life.

After all, we’d been to hell and made it back alive.

Five Years Later

I knew something was up the minute Emma walked through the door. She was trying her hardest not to smile, but she was failing miserably. She’d always been terrible at keeping secrets.

“What’s up with you?” I asked.

“Nothing. Why?” she asked innocently.

I wasn’t buying it. “Bull. You can barely contain yourself. What did you do?”

“Promise me that you won’t be mad first, or I won’t tell you.”

I raised an eyebrow. I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d been mad at Emma. She never gave me a reason to be mad. She made my life perfect.

“I promise,” I said slowly.

“Okay, so you’ll have enough hours to become certified soon, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Why?”

I’d finished college over a year ago with a bachelor’s degree in business. My mother had been thrilled until I told her my plans to get an apprenticeship at a local tattoo shop. She couldn’t understand why I would waste four years of my life at college if I hadn’t planned to use my degree for anything. She thought I was throwing my life away instead of bettering myself like she’d hoped. I’d never seen my mom so angry with me as when I told her I only went to college for her. I’d explained that I had done it to make her happy, but a desk job just wasn’t for me. I wanted to tattoo. She’d cried and begged me to reconsider, but I’d held my ground.