She plops down on the couch, so dramatic that it’s nearly temper tantrum status. “I guess you’re right, but this just means they’ll follow me more now. We’ll never be able to leave the house, not without a camera pointed at us.”
“Do you think Ashton paid that guy to follow you?” I ask, ready to hunt his ass down.
“I don’t know,” she sighs, “he could have but he literally has thousands of people who are invested in his every move. Sometimes the paparazzi just comes with it.”
“You would think they’d leave you alone now that you’ve broken up. Damn, it feels like a million years ago that I ran him out of your apartment.”
She stares down at the hardwood floors, but doesn’t respond. Instead, she looks a little pale. “Are you afraid of him?”
Hesitating for a second, she shakes her head in disagreement, “No. Not really.”
I sigh, “Why do I feel like you’re lying to me?”
Tears begin to threaten her eyelids, and I take the seat next to her.
“I’m not lying,” she whispers, picking her nails, “I’m not physically afraid of him, I just don’t know how much more I could take from him. It was eight years of manipulation and gaslighting. I gave him every single piece of myself, and he knew exactly how to take those pieces and hold them hostage. I couldn’t leave him. He slept around and it was somehow my fault. I looked in the mirror and believed it was my fault. He made me feel like I didn’t deserve better.”
At this point I’m fuming. When he was standing outside her apartment, her brain automatically went into fight or flight mode. She was on the verge of a panic attack. If you ask me, that could only be a result of years of abuse. Maybe not black eyes and broken bones, but the result of a broken heart over and over again.
My hand travels up her arm, and gently into the back of her hair, pulling her closer to me, “You deserve the world. I wish I could give it to you.”
She tilts her eyes into mine, the emerald and gold flecks filled with tears, and I want nothing more than to kiss her and make it all better.
“Eric… I,” she pauses, the fear taking over her features, as I lean my forehead against hers.
“I know,” I whisper. “I feel it too.”
I love you, too.I think to myself, but I’m scared too. I’m scared that I feel this way so quickly. Which makes me think maybe I have always felt this way about her and it took me this long to realize it. I love talking to her, I love how she genuinely cares what I have to say. She makes me laugh, and feel a way I haven’t felt in quite sometime.
She makes me feel wanted.
I dip my lips to hers, and melt as she kisses me back. Her fingers get lost in the back of my hair, deepening our kiss as she swings her leg over my waist to straddle me.
I can’t take it anymore. I stand effortlessly with her wrapped around me, and walk her to my bed, gently laying her down. My hands roam into the waistband of her pants, dragging them down her legs. Her soft pink panties on display, make me grow even harder against my jeans. I pull away from her lips, her eyes burning with need as I softly touch the spot she’s desperate for through her panties.
“Eric, please…”
The sound of her moaning my name, makes me nearly come on the spot. It drives me wild with need.
“I love it when you beg,” I smirk, pressing my thumb against the spot that I know drives her crazy, and she begins to roll her hips against my hand.
“Patience,” I demand, slipping her shirt over her head. Her tits begging to be touched, I unclasp her bra and let them free, quickly taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Her hands fly up and grip my biceps, her fingers nearly bruising.
She lifts herself up, pushing me back onto my knees. I can’t take my eyes off of her, “You are so fucking beautiful.”
She drops her hands to my belt buckle, and doesn’t skip a beat getting it undone. She pushes me down onto my back, pulling my jeans down my hips.
“What are you doing?”
She takes the base of my dick in her hand, and takes the tip into her mouth causing all of the air to escape my lungs.
Jesus Christ.
Her eyes find mine, her mouth open wide with my dick still inside, she takes the entire thing to the back of her throat and back out slowly.
“I think it’s about time that I made you scream my name for a change.”
And I do, multiple times.