panting, our bodies slick with sweat.
Still, she didn’t say the words, and I pushed myself inside her over and over again, letting my hand fall between her thighs. I circled her opening, her pussy stretched tight over my hardness, the feeling of me inside her almost sending me over the edge.
I held back, though, and then finally grazed her clit, my fingers barely brushing the hard nub.
“Say it, Fawn,” I uttered, my voice low, almost guttural.
I wouldn’t come and she wouldn’t either, not until she said the words I had come to need as much as the air I breathed.
I let my finger brush her slick clit, and then, as I thrust hard, burying myself as deeply inside her as I could go, I pinched it, twisted it almost cruelly.
“I love you!” she cried, and then she fell apart, her orgasm ripping through her body so she clenched down on me even tighter.
The convulsions of her cunt around my cock sent me over the edge, and I emptied inside her, feeling right as I filled her.
I tightened my arms around her, bringing our bodies even closer, and kissed her shoulder, holding her until my heart slowed.
“That doesn’t fix everything, Vasile,” she said a long time later.
She still lay in my arms, my cock still inside her.
“No. But do you really love me?” I whispered. The world slowed as I waited, and for one of the very few times since we’d come together, I wasn’t sure of her answer.
“I really love you,” she replied.
The breath of relief rushed out before I could stop it, and with the next, I told Fawn the truth I could not deny.
“Then that will have to be enough.”
Five
F awn
----
I didn’t recall falling asleep, but I must have, for when I opened my eyes, the room was bright with sunlight. For a moment, I lay there, the feel of Vasile’s big, warm body against mine giving me peace.
It was short-lived. One moment I was content in the safe, warm cage of his arms, and in the next, the words from the previous night came crashing in.
“Then that will have to be enough.”
Remembering the words now, it was impossible to believe I had forgotten them, even for a moment. Now that I had remembered, I knew I wouldn’t forget them again. Or forget the sound of his voice when he’d uttered them. He’d sounded almost sorry, like he wished things weren’t this way but there was nothing he could do about it. That Vasile, the man who had moved mountains for me, the one who had saved me, had no other choice.
That wasn’t true. Vasile could do anything, conquer any foe he chose to.
So maybe I simply had to accept the idea that we couldn’t get married because he didn’t want to be married to me.
It was hard to accept that possibility, reconcile the idea that he didn’t want me with the way he touched me, loved me. Even now he held me, tenderly stroked my face. The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming, but I didn’t flinch from it. I wanted to see it, needed the reminder that whatever happened, Vasile loved me.
“Good morning,” he said, the words soft, tender, so ripe with unspoken emotion they ripped at my heart.
“Hi,” I said, not willing to risk saying more than one word.
“Fawn—”
A cry from Maria’s room cut off his words and gave me a reprieve from whatever he was going to say. I broke his gaze and moved quickly to get out of bed. His hand on my arm stilled me.
“Stay,” he said. “I’ll take care of her.”
He got up and I watched him as he dressed, sad to see his muscled body covered but grateful for the few moments of space. When he was gone, I flopped against the mattress, hating the crushing sadness that threatened to come over me but not able to change it.
What did I have to be sad about?
I lived in a beautiful home, knew that I need only ask for any material thing I wanted. I had a man who loved me, one who wouldn’t hurt me, a child who had given my life new meaning.
So there was nothing to be sad about.
This yearning would pass, and Vasile and I
Still, she didn’t say the words, and I pushed myself inside her over and over again, letting my hand fall between her thighs. I circled her opening, her pussy stretched tight over my hardness, the feeling of me inside her almost sending me over the edge.
I held back, though, and then finally grazed her clit, my fingers barely brushing the hard nub.
“Say it, Fawn,” I uttered, my voice low, almost guttural.
I wouldn’t come and she wouldn’t either, not until she said the words I had come to need as much as the air I breathed.
I let my finger brush her slick clit, and then, as I thrust hard, burying myself as deeply inside her as I could go, I pinched it, twisted it almost cruelly.
“I love you!” she cried, and then she fell apart, her orgasm ripping through her body so she clenched down on me even tighter.
The convulsions of her cunt around my cock sent me over the edge, and I emptied inside her, feeling right as I filled her.
I tightened my arms around her, bringing our bodies even closer, and kissed her shoulder, holding her until my heart slowed.
“That doesn’t fix everything, Vasile,” she said a long time later.
She still lay in my arms, my cock still inside her.
“No. But do you really love me?” I whispered. The world slowed as I waited, and for one of the very few times since we’d come together, I wasn’t sure of her answer.
“I really love you,” she replied.
The breath of relief rushed out before I could stop it, and with the next, I told Fawn the truth I could not deny.
“Then that will have to be enough.”
Five
F awn
----
I didn’t recall falling asleep, but I must have, for when I opened my eyes, the room was bright with sunlight. For a moment, I lay there, the feel of Vasile’s big, warm body against mine giving me peace.
It was short-lived. One moment I was content in the safe, warm cage of his arms, and in the next, the words from the previous night came crashing in.
“Then that will have to be enough.”
Remembering the words now, it was impossible to believe I had forgotten them, even for a moment. Now that I had remembered, I knew I wouldn’t forget them again. Or forget the sound of his voice when he’d uttered them. He’d sounded almost sorry, like he wished things weren’t this way but there was nothing he could do about it. That Vasile, the man who had moved mountains for me, the one who had saved me, had no other choice.
That wasn’t true. Vasile could do anything, conquer any foe he chose to.
So maybe I simply had to accept the idea that we couldn’t get married because he didn’t want to be married to me.
It was hard to accept that possibility, reconcile the idea that he didn’t want me with the way he touched me, loved me. Even now he held me, tenderly stroked my face. The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming, but I didn’t flinch from it. I wanted to see it, needed the reminder that whatever happened, Vasile loved me.
“Good morning,” he said, the words soft, tender, so ripe with unspoken emotion they ripped at my heart.
“Hi,” I said, not willing to risk saying more than one word.
“Fawn—”
A cry from Maria’s room cut off his words and gave me a reprieve from whatever he was going to say. I broke his gaze and moved quickly to get out of bed. His hand on my arm stilled me.
“Stay,” he said. “I’ll take care of her.”
He got up and I watched him as he dressed, sad to see his muscled body covered but grateful for the few moments of space. When he was gone, I flopped against the mattress, hating the crushing sadness that threatened to come over me but not able to change it.
What did I have to be sad about?
I lived in a beautiful home, knew that I need only ask for any material thing I wanted. I had a man who loved me, one who wouldn’t hurt me, a child who had given my life new meaning.
So there was nothing to be sad about.
This yearning would pass, and Vasile and I
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