Chase
My lips start to nibble over her warm naked shoulder as a distraction. I was so overwhelmed by the feelings I felt for her. My hand locks down into hers but she continues to breathe heavily. It wasn't a secret that she wanted to talk. She was just trying to find the right words.
"You dreamt of fucking me whilst you hated me?" she inquired, stunned.
I knew she was looking at one of the dirty portraits I had made of her. Something I hadn't tried with her during sex yet.
"Many times," I muttered, sucking in a small piece of her skin into my mouth to mark it.
My body presses against hers. A slight moan escapes out of her mouth. Her free hand scratches my scalp to ease my brain. But nothing could ease my brain. I was a psychopath in love and in obsession with this girl. Something so addictive that it had led to this day.
"You always fail to win these arguments, Strawberry," a shade of reddish and purple starts to stain the skin I sucked.
"Between us, I like it when you have me pressed against the wall with your fingers in my pants," she spoke softly, whispering those words like a secret to me.
"We'll get to the fingers in your pants part too," I kissed a trace over her collarbone.
She went quiet. She was content with my confessions and I hated myself for giving her this weakness. For making her aware of being my weakness. I knew she would never use it against me. It's not like her to drop so low.
"Do you ever regret anything between us?" curiosity got the best of me as I traced the lace of her skirt to get beneath it.
"Never, Chase," she instantly refused.
I let a mumble reach her. My fingers glided like water on glass over her. She was drenched in wetness and heat. I let my head tilt sideways for a kiss again.
Allowing my fingers to run free between her folds. I didn't thrust in her. Rather I pinched and shook her clit between my fingers. Rubbing it in hard light circles.
She was swelling around me with the need to feel me inside her. I granted her mouth space for air between seconds so I could also hear her pretty little moans. Her eyes plunged shut when I thrust with one finger.
"Does the fear of me leaving you make you love me?" I emphasised the word love.
As much as I wanted to believe she loved me, I just couldn't. Not when she's shared all her half-strawberries with Luka. Not when they've danced like a married couple on the beach and in his kitchen. Not when he's the one who has made her heart flutter with the keys of his piano and the strings of his guitar.
"I have lived without you and I can live without you. But I don't want to live without you," she hitched with her breath.
Another finger of mine joins in with the thrusts to stretch her out.
"I love you for all the reasons you love me, Chase," she uttered.
My eyes narrowed and eased but my fingers curled harshly inside her. Her mouth shapes into an O and she hits her head back on the canvas behind her so hard it could have ripped.
"Maybe I'm not obsessed with you, but I sure know that this crazy, reckless love is something I won't offer to anyone but you. Not even, Luka," Liya's voice reaches between moans.
"Then what love are you offering to, Luka?" I questioned, adding a third finger which made her yelp with a small scream.
Her nails dig into my shoulder deeply with pain.
"Selfless and unconditional one," she answers easily.
"What if I want that too?" my breath hit against her lips, slowing down my thrusts.
"I won't give that to you, Chase. I am selfish when it comes to you. Your attention, your mind, your soul and heart, it's all mine and I will never be selfless with it. I will keep it forever and I'll make sure to haunt you even more than I already do," she chuckles before a hissing moan.
She threw her head to the side, letting my chuckle hit her bare neck. I liked her words. Thrusting faster in her, I watched the pleasant sight of her moaning my name. I didn't want to hear anything else.
I certainly wasn't doing this so she stayed as well. But it was also unknown to me why I was thrusting in her with my fingers and kissing her so deeply.
I had been deprived for a while. Physical affection was one way we connected and for all that has happened, I might want all of the types of love from her.
The intensity of my focus on her lips and waiting for a chance to kiss them was inevitable because the wall beside us had the largest painting in this room. A painting that was covered in a huge white silk cloth which Liya had grabbed onto in her hand and pulled without noticing.
Our faces both swing to the right. Mine swings back for her reaction and my thrusts slow down. My breaths getting heavy with nervousness. Her eyes widen with a loving and unique emotion.
Against my fingers, she tightens and her body relaxes like a deal has been sealed between us. Looking back at the portrait, it was her. In a white wedding gown.
"Oh my God, Chase," she cries with a tear rolling down her cheek.
My finger curled slowly inside her to get her attention back to me but she refused. Not wanting to look at this painting, I buried my face in her smooth brunette curls. My breath hit against her red ear.
That dream. This was from my dream. An unpleasant one though. I had taken her first look but she walked down the aisle to Luka with a bouquet of red roses in her hand. I was frustrated because she doesn't like red roses she likes white roses!
"Wouldn't you love to see me get on my knees again with a ring that was solely made for you, Strawberry?" my voice groans directly into her ear, making her body freeze under me.
"Sparkling on the same hand you wrap around my cock every night when I come home to you. That same hand that digs into my body when I'm destroying you," I continue to enjoy a longer satisfaction of the nervousness and overwhelming effect that came to her with this portrait.
With a few seconds of pause, my fingers plunge and stretch her harder at a faster pace.
"Chase," she screamingly moaned, pulling onto my hair to release the pain.
"You'd love the way I'd take vows, promising to fuck you with my tongue, fingers and cock so hard that your muscles tense and tighten every single second you live, remembering how hard your pretty little cunt shatters over me with your orgasms. Won't you?" the words escaped as if they hadn't already been vowed by me.
These words threw her over the edge. She shattered all over my fingers with a hard painful orgasm that shook her legs with a deathly current.
Her voice cries softly, leaning back onto the wall for support but I don't let her. Instead, my arm goes around her back to hold her in my arms.
"Yes," she breathed out heavily.
"Yes, I would," her words leave me shaken.
I didn't expect a response to my words and didn't examine to pay attention to hers because she was still coming down from her high where her mind had been thrown to a different universe just like her soul.
She lifts her head off my chest to look at the painting once more. It was the one she had admired the most out of all of them so far and that hurt.
Her heart was racing because I knew damn well, she felt like she dressed like this for Luka and not me. She was feeling it.
Gathering myself with the next few breaths, I picked her up in my arms, knowing that she wouldn't be able to walk. Then took her out of this room.
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We had officially moved into Luka's house and things between me and Liya seemed to balance out. She crawled into my arms every night and I offered her the closure she needed from me.
I always knew she was one of me. I had family but I was alone. That family wasn't family. She didn't even have any other friends.
Her fingers traced my abs as I traced the outline of her gorgeous face after our little intimate session. Her breaths were uneven but she was getting them all back.
"I never thought a cactus like you could be so great at fucking. You must love it as much as I do," I teased.
She didn't give me a negative reaction to my words. Rather she spread her legs over me so she could directly face me.
"I never liked sex, until you," she spoke softly, recalling her past.
My hand raised to cuff the side of her face and bring it in for a kiss.
"You always asked for my consent and handled my body with respect. You recognised what my body meant and did not exploit me," her voice easily confesses.
It's like an award hearing those words. An accomplishment.
"So, the way I make you come has nothing to with it?" I joked to change the mood so she doesn't cry tonight.
She playfully slaps my chest and snuggles in for a cuddle. A few moments of silence go by with the warmth of our bodies mixing in freely creating immaculate comfort for the both of us.
"I love you, you know," she whispers looking up to me from my chest again.
There was a pause in my response but in this moment, I accepted that somewhere in her heart there was a garden of white flowers on the opposite side of the red rose garden.
She visited the white flowers occasionally but loved them more than any of the flowers she was blooming in her heart.
"I love you too, my sweet Strawberry," I smiled, kissing the tip of her nose.
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