Lucas
Scarlett hasn't mentioned anything about what she said revealed the other night, and I haven't asked about it, as much as I want to. After Scarlett's nightmare and her telling me about how the car accident still affects her, I did the only thing I knew I could do at that moment. I just held her, until she finally fell back asleep. She didn't need my commentary, she just needed me. I don't want to force her to talk in the fear that she might shut down completely. Scarlett's been more forthcoming in the weeks following her stay at rehab than ever before, and I don't want my prodding to cause her to shut down and go back to being that girl that never spoke on anything.
I wish Scarlett didn't try to be so strong all the time. She's so used to having to be strong and closed off, that she doesn't know how to just let go and be vulnerable. I want to make her more comfortable with telling me things because it's obvious that her holding it in isn't the best option for her.
I love Scarlett, and it hurts me to see her hurting like this and thinking that she's alone in this or even worse, thinking that if she shows me her vulnerable side, I'm going to decide that she's not worth the hassle. I love Scarlett for all aspects of her, not just what she shows me. I'm in this for the long run.
I'm all in.
"Baby, are you almost done getting ready? Traffic is going to be heavy, so we need to leave now if we want to be on time." I adjust the Rolex on my wrist and wait for Scarlett to finish getting ready. Today is one of those rare moments that I'm ready before her. She's usually the punctual one in our relationship.
Scarlett walks out of my closet wearing leggings and one of my shirts that's too big for her, but she's tied it up, so it fits her figure nicely. I watch as she bends over to put on her shoes, her ass on full display. Scarlett has the nicest ass I've ever seen. I can't get enough of it or her. I bite my lip to suppress a groan. Her leggings make her ass look phenomenal. It's so plump and round and just fucking delicious. "Honestly we don't even need to go. Let's just stay home." She stands in front of the mirror and starts brushing her hair.
I can't resist the pull that her ass has on me. I come up behind her and press myself up against her so she can feel my growing erection. I smirk as I watch her reaction. "As much as I want to stay here and fuck the shit out of you, we need to leave." I back away from her, more for my good than hers. Scarlett has a spell over me that makes me want to get lost in her. Her presence is intoxicating as is, but these leggings are really doing something for me today. I'm thinking about making her change into something else, so I can properly focus today.
"That sounds much better than going." Scarlett reaches up and pulls me into a kiss. I snake my hand around her waist and pull her body closer to me. I can't get enough of her lips. Her tongue makes its way into my mouth, and I feel my dick harden even more. It's been a while since we first had sex. I didn't want her to feel pressured, so I tried my best not to initiate. However, since then, the only thing I've been thinking about is burying myself deep in her once again. She's not making it easy not to bend her over and fuck her right now.
Scarlett's hand makes its way down to my pants, but I catch her wrist before she can get any further. I'm trying to be strong here, but damn she makes me weak.
"Scarlett we need to go. Stop trying to distract me with sex." I need to think about something, anything else.
"I miss your dick in me, making me moan." She whispers seductively in my ear. "I miss the feeling of you filling me up." Fuck Fuck Fuck.
"Scarlett," I warn. If she wants me to fuck her, I will. Fuck everything else. She has one more time to make a move, and I'm going to have her screaming my name in a minute.
