Miss Me; When I'm Gone (editing)

CHAPTER 50 (Blair)

Blair

Today we were both going back to Miami Place to pack up my things. Travis hadn't been okay with me going anywhere without him, so for two days, I wore clothes that belonged to Karleah from when she had stayed at his house a couple of years ago. They were all too short and snug, but i managed to make do. However, Travis wouldn't let me out of the house dressed in her clothing. He was wrried about someome looking at me. Ethan had seen me the first morning in a pair of Karleah's shorts and a tank top and offered Travis hid left nut for me. Travis had punched him in the face. It had been a fiasco. When Armelle had come up to the house, upset and asking Travis why he had broken Ethan's nose, he told her, and she'd started laughing. Then she'd turned right around and left.

I woke up to an empty bed that morning, which, after the way Travis had held me in a visa grip the past two nights, surprised me. I got up and walked toward the bathroom to hear the shower running and Travis singing. Unlike my singing, his was beautiful. His voice had a raspy edge to it, but it flowered in a way that gave me goose bumps. I'd never heard him sing before. With a father like Jaco, it only made sense that he had a voice to match his gene pool. I didn't recognise the lyrics, but they drew me in. I opened the door and stepped into the steam. He didn't notice me, but his head was tilted back under the water, and he was still singing.

I'll take your Demons if you'll let me in. Don't hold back, baby, because all I want to give is more.

His head turned, and his singing stopped when his eyes locked with mine. It wasn't one of those things I needed to think about and plan. This man loved me, and I knew I'd never love anyone the way I loved him. He was willing to take anything I threw at him, as long as he could hold me in the end. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pulled it up and over my head and tossed it to the floor. Then I quickly slipped off my panties and went to open the shower door. Travis stood frozen as his gaze trailed down my naked body.

**sexual scenes below**

Stepping into the hot stream of water, I looked down at his thick, corded thighs and trailed my gaze up to see that he was hard and ready. Feeling brave and safe, I reached for the soap and began lathering my hands as Travis stood still. He didn't move or even flinch. Only his eyes followed you every move. I moved closer and slid both hands over his hard, smooth length. A low groan came from his chest,mans I looked up at him to see his eyelids had lowered to that hooded expression I loved. Sliding my wet, soapy hands over him with long strokes, I watched his jaw went lax, and he backed up and leaned against the wall. I moved a hand underneath to cup his tight sack and began soaping him there, too.

"Blair," he moaned, reaching for my hand.

"Let me," I begged, pressing my breasts against his chest.

"Ahh.... Fuuuuuck."

I kept my grip firm and slow as the tip of his Lewis grew red. Clear fluid began to leak out, and I became anxious to hear him cum. I quickened my pace, and his breathing hitched.

"I'm gonna.... Cum. Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum," he said, and then a deep cry fell from his lips as his release shot out into my stomach and over my hands.

"Don't move." He gasped, and I looked up to see his eyes zoom in on my stomach, covered in him.

"Oh, goddamn.... Don't move. Just let me look at you. Like that."

Feeling brave, I ran my fingertip through the white stream of cum that had landed on me. Then I lifted my gaze to look at him. His eyes had gone hot again. A possessive gleam shone in them.

"Rub it in," he said in a hoarse whisper.

I did as he said. I used both hands and massaged it into my skin until it was gone. He reached behind himself and took the bar of soap and began to soap his hands. Moving away from the wall, he closed the space between us until his hands covered my breasts. Then he began to wash me. Or more them. Thoroughly. He pinched my nipples and squeezed them gently before moving down my stomach. When he got to where I'd rubbed his release into my skin, he washed it with a reverent touch that made the ache between my legs turn into a throb.