Page 176 of Beautifully Reckless
This right here is more than fucking.
It is everything!
As Ringo works my clit like a fiddle, his dick pounding into me in a raw, claiming rhythm, I give myself over to the pleasure entirely. It surges to the surface, sending me hurtling over once again with Ringo’s pleasured roar filling my ears.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Ringo groans as he sags over me, barely able to hold himself up.
Reaching up, I cup his face, running my fingers through his overgrown beard. It reminds me of when we were apart, when I ran from him. He’d let his hair and beard grow out because he wasn’t taking care of himself, and now I know, he’s done the same again.
“I don’t want to be apart from you again,” I whisper, making sure he sees the truth in my eyes.
He doesn’t speak.
His lips thin, and he shifts, easing his softening dick out of me before padding across the carpet to his bathroom.
My heart sinks a little, because that’s not the reaction I was hoping for.
When he returns, he has a warm washer in one hand, and a towel in the other, and he sits on the bed between my legs, shooting me a smirk.
“Open wide, Angel.”
Biting my lip, I do as he asks, feeling my cheeks burn at the intimacy of being so exposed now that the pleasure part of what we were doing is over.
As he cleans me, his eyes drop to my exposed sex, and I work up the courage to repeat my words, since he didn’t respond to them.
“I know you heard me when I said I don’t want to be apart from you again.”
Those stormy whiskey eyes dart back to mine, and he sighs.
“Just a little longer.”
“Why?” I practically whine, pulling my knees closed as he finishes cleaning me.
“It’s not safe, Angel.”
I hate how emotional I feel. I don’t want to cry. I’ve done that enough, especially while waiting for his call every night. Even so, the familiar burn behind my eyes warns me of an impending waterfall.
“I’m not strong enough to live so far apart from you,” I whisper, too scared to speak louder in case he can hear the crack in my voice.
Lying down beside me, Ringo rolls me to face him, his fingers stroking my hair back in that way he likes to do.
“You’re the strongest person I know.”
I bite my lip, needing a moment to keep it together. To make sure I’m not about to start sooking like a girl that can’t breathe without her man, even if that’s exactly how I feel.
“It hurts, though,” Iadmit softly. “I can’t handle the distance, Cameron.”
This time, it’s him that has emotion flickering in his eyes as he cups my face, thumb stroking over my cheek like I might break.
“Fuck, Angel. I lo—”
Ringo’s eyes widen as he cuts himself off, the words hanging in the air.
Was he going to say what I thought he was?
“Let’s just enjoy this while we can,” he says instead, and my heart sinks again, a dull ache spreading through me.
Why is it so hard for people to love me?
