Oh My God, it was amazing, but when he slid one hand between my legs and fingered my clit, I ca the second the palm of his other hand slapped against my bottom again, and I cried out his na as I buried my face in the mattress while he continued to thrust into . His body locked and he wrapped his arms around , gently rolling us to the side so we were spooning, staying connected as he kissed the back of my neck.
I sighed. "Makeup sex rocks."
"All sex with you rocks," he countered, kissing my shoulder, then sliding out of .
I turned to face him, and he pulled onto his chest. "I’m really sorry I was stabby."
He chuckled. "This was worth the wounds, baby."
I settled my chin on my hands. "Why are you always so nice to ?"
Devon slid one arm behind his head. "What do you an?"
"I’m not too proud to admit that I have had the ability to be very... ah... shall we say, cutting, when it cos to you," I said. "You have never reciprocated."
"I love you, Poppy."
"I love you, too... I loved you then as well, but it didn’t stop from being a psycho bitch on occasion."
"You’re a woman."
I frowned. "That’s supposed to be an explanation?"
He chuckled. "Look, the Wallace n are all pretty laid-back. You know my dad, nothing fazes him... and you see Cricket and how dramatic she is—"
"I don’t think I’d say your aunt was drama."
He shook his head. "Two different things. She’s dramatic... but she doesn’t cause drama. Dramatic is fun... drama, not so much."
I giggled. "Okay, I see your point."
"Your dad’s also totally chill, so I’ve watched them and how they treat won, I guess. Any woman worth knowin’ is one who can be free to be her in all her glory, and not have so asshole hold her down because she gets emotional or dramatic. When I see you, I see all of you, and you’re perfect, Poppy. Even if you’re yellin’ at or being ’stabby.’ The second you stop doin’ those things is the second you stop lovin’ , so when you’re mad, it ans you care, and I love you even more in those monts."
"See!" I blinked back tears. "You’re always so fucking sweet to ! It’s annoying."
He dropped his head back and laughed, before kissing gently and rolling onto my back. "Not gonna let you get stabby again, Poppy."
"Yeah?" I challenged. "How are you going to stop ?"
"I’m gonna get stabby myself."
"Oh, really?"
"Yep. Gonna stab your pussy with my tongue," he said, and began to kiss his way down my body.
I shivered, arching against his mouth when he ran his tongue over my folds then slid it inside of . "Oh, god, yes." I wove my fingers into his hair and tugged gently as he assaulted my pussy with his mouth. God, it was good.
He bit down gently on my clit as he pushed three fingers inside of and I exploded... this caused to lose his mouth, but I gained his cock pushing into , so I didn’t care.
"Fuckin’ soaked, baby," he rasped, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and gripped him as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside of . He slamd in again and again and I felt another orgasm build, I was swamped with sadness. He was leaving again and it ant I wouldn’t see him for at least a week. I forced back tears, but as my body broke, so did my soul, and I couldn’t stop the wracking sobs as we both climaxed together.
"Fuck," he rasped, pulling out of and gathering up in his arms. "Baby, what happened?"
I couldn’t speak. All I could do was cry ugly, snotty tears into his neck as he held . I hated it. Hated myself for showing him this. I didn’t want to be vulnerable when he had a job to do... I didn’t want to be vulnerable, period.
"Okay, baby. I got you," he crooned, running his fingers up my back.
We stayed like this for a while, him telling how much he loved , and desperately wanting him to be a dick so I could go back to being mad. But I let the sadness co for a change. Admittedly, I hated every second of it... but it was real, and if there was anyone I could be real with, it was him, so I let him see it.
Once I’d cald enough to form a cohesive sentence, I snuggled closer, my crying jag a weird sort of catharsis.
"Better?" he asked.
"Much."
"I’m gonna miss you too, baby."
"I know," I said, running my finger between his pecs. "I just wish we could be done, you know? Settled... together. At ho."
He stroked my hair. "We will be, sweetness. Just gotta give it a minute."
"I love it when you call sweetness," I whispered.
He chuckled. "I know you do."
"You’re supposed to act surprised and promise to call that all the ti," I inford him.
He grinned, kissing gently. "Never gonna lie to you Poppy, so, no."
"I’m getting stabby again," I retorted.
He laughed. "You don’t scare , Poppy. You seem to forget that."
I smiled, kissing his chest. "God, I love you."
"Love you too...," he grinned slowly, "... sweetness."
"You keep doing that and I’m gonna cry again."
"How about I take you out to dinner so you can stow all those emotions you hate so much?"
I smiled. "I think you’re going to have to spring for dessert as well. I need to eat my feelings."
He chuckled, smacking my ass. "I can do that, baby. I’ll let you cry one more ti in the shower, then you’re gonna be happy for the rest of the night."
"Deal," I said, and scrambled off the bed, heading for the bathroom.
I managed to keep my emotions in check as he made love to in the shower... it helped that he devoted a little extra ti on my clit... then he took out to a ridiculously expensive restaurant and sprang for dessert.
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