Page 105 of Because of Blake
“I did, but that doesn’t make it stop. I don’t know why I ever agreed to this.It doesn’t matter, in a week, it’ll all be over.” My breath stops.In a week…
If I had known five years ago what was going to happen in a week, I would’ve begged Charlie for more texts. I would’ve asked him to leave me a message every time I missed his call. There would have been more date nights, more cuddles, more family time. I would’ve done everything different.
What if this is the last time Blake texts me? What if something happens and he dies with me being annoyed with him? The guilt would eat me alive.
“Mags? You there?”
“Michelle, I have to go.” The words shake as I say them.
I end the call with Michelle, my hand trembling as I set my phone down. Tears fall onto my kitchen table, making a puddle on the tabletop. My heart pounds against my sternum as I snatch my phone and type my reply.
ME:I’m very much not ok.
BLAKE:What do you need?
ME:You.
Thirty minutes later, my doorbell rings. I run to it and fling it open. Blake doesn’t waste a second as he crosses the threshold and throws his hand behind my head and wraps the other around my waist, pulling me into his chest. I sob against him, gripping his shirt in my fists.
He holds me tight until I stop crying, then he pushes me back and wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs as he cups my face.
I swallow and look up at him, my eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips. They part and his tongue juts out enough to wet them before smashing his mouth to mine. In an instant, I’ve gone from a puddle of tears, to a beacon of desire. I have to have Blake.
Now.
I take steps backward, tugging him through the foyer and up the stairs to my bedroom. Once inside, our clothes come off piece by piece and we flop onto my bed. I giggle at our antics, but Blake looks at me with nothing except seriousness on his face. I pinch my lips shut.
“Maggie, are you sure about this?”
“Of course I am.” I put my hand behind his head, pulling his mouth back to mine.
He groans, but climbs over me as we inch higher onto my bed. His hands run all over my body, touching me in places I haven’t been touched in weeks. I’m on fire at every point of contact. His fingers are like little lightning bolts, sparking as they dig into my skin.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Me, too.”
He rolls to one side and runs his hand down the length of my body, stopping on my thigh and squeezing. His fingers travel around and slip inside me. I gasp at the sensation. It’s been almost two months since we’ve slept together, and Blake hasn’t missed a beat. He still knows exactly what I want and what I need. And I’mverythankful for him.
I reach down and take his hard length in my hand. His breath hitches, but he moves from my mouth to my chest. As we lie here, touching each other, his tongue makes quick work of my nipples. Swirling around the peaks, flicking them every so often, Blake’s tongue and fingers moving in unison has me on the edge in no time.
I grip his shoulder with my free hand, my other pumping him faster as I tighten around his fingers and call out his name.
He slows his rhythm and backs away to pull himself from my grip. Climbing over me, he settles himself between my thighs, his cock teasing me.
When he doesn’t push inside right away, I open my eyes and meet his gaze. It’s full of pained concern, almost fear. “You’recompletelysure about this?”
“Blake, I don’t want anything else in the world, right now. Just you.”
He connects our mouths and pushes himself inside me at the same time. It’s amazing how he fills me. The friction, the passion, the connection. It’s all so much and so wonderful. He doesn’t even begin slowly. Knowing how much I need him, Blake thrusts into me.
His relentless, powerful hips have me coming almost instantly, but he doesn’t stop. He pumps into me again and again as I continue to tighten around his erection in what seems like endless orgasms.
I can tell he’s putting two months’ worth into this by the strained grunts coming out of him and I know he needs release. But he won’t relent until he knows I’m satisfied. How he can’t know, I have no idea, but I need to tell him somehow.
I grab his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, and wrap my legs around his waist. Hooking my ankles together, I pull myself up so my lips are against his ear. “Fuck me harder, Blake.”
It’s all over at my words. Blake groans and speeds up his thrusts for only a minute before succumbing to his own orgasm. He pulses inside me, nearly collapsing, but catching himself on his elbows. As he hovers over me, his hot, ragged breath cascades down my neck before he rolls to his side and pulls me to him.