Walking into her home, Breanne gave a weary sigh as she put down her belongings on the table by her front door. It had been a long day, and she was grateful to finally be back in her safe haven. Rubbing her temples, she made her way into her bedroom, where she stripped out of her clothes and started up her shower. Groaning as stepped under the warm water, she simply stood there as she allowed the stress of the day to run down the drain. As she began to wash herself, she found her mind once more going back to that week at Annette's, and the time she spent with James. She hated herself for letting it happen. They both had been so vulnerable, yet she went against her better judgment, and ended up hurting them both. She remembered the look on his face when she rejected him, and how quickly the light left his eyes. When they parted ways, it had been downright painful to leave the warmth of his arms. She had met a wonderful man, and forced him back out of her life as quickly as he entered it. Maybe she was destined to be alone forever...
Wrapping up in a towel, Breanne made her way out of the bathroom, frowning when she heard the ring of her doorbell. Making her way toward the front door, she wondered who would be stopping by, nervously reaching out to open the door. When she saw her visitor, her heart leaped up into her throat. "...James," she finally got out after gawking at him in silence for a long moment. "Wha...what are you doing here?"
Nervously, he rubbed his neck. "May I come in?" he asked hesitantly, his unease quite obvious.
"Sure," she replied, stepping aside to let him walk into the house. Tightening the towel around herself, she turned to shut the door, and when she went to face him she found him right next to her. "James, what are-"
"I love you," he suddenly blurted out, taking her completely by surprise. Unable to say anything, she simply stared at him with wide eyes. Taking her face in his hands, he added, "I know we have not spent much time together, or known each other long for that matter, so this probably sounds crazy, but...I do. I was infatuated from the first time I saw you, and it has only grown since. I'm not asking for anything in return, and I'm not necessarily expecting anything to come of this..although, I must admit, I am hopeful. I just had to say it. You've helped me remember what it feels like to be in love, which is something I thought would never happen again. If nothing else, you helped me realize I can still love, and I'm so very grateful for that; for you." He was taken by surprise when tears began to silently roll down her cheeks. "What's with the tears?" he asked, wiping them away.
"I've been waiting for so long to hear you say that," she whispered, her voice wavering. "I love you, too. So much it scares me. I'm sorry for that last night, I just...I was terrified by how I felt. I didn't think it could happen again for me, and then you came along, and..." Unable to properly explain her feelings, Breanne's words died off, leaving her statement hanging in the air. James could sense what she was attempting to say, and hesitated a moment before reaching out to her. It was when he pulled her into his arms that she finally broke down, a choked sob escaping her mouth as she cried freely into his chest. "I missed you so much," she sobbed, holding onto him as if he'd disappear if she let go.
"Shh, I'm here now," he soothed, tenderly stroking her hair. After a moment, her cries eventually turned into sniffles, and he gently pulled her back to look at her.
"Say it again," she asked quietly, her eyes still shining with emotion.
Wiping away her tears, he repeated, "I love you, Breanne."
Unable to help herself, she flung herself back at him, her lips crashing against his. He gave a small chuckle, which quickly died off as he kissed her back eagerly. "I love you too, James," she sighed against his lips.
When he finally forced himself to pull away, he commented, "I guess we have some things we need to work out."
She gave a small giggle. "Yeah, I suppose we do," she replied. "How did you find where I lived? Did...you asked Annette?"
"No, I have a friend who is really good with searching for people. I asked him for help," he informed her. "I apologize for invading your personal space like this, but it's something I had to do. I knew I'd regret not trying to let you know how I feel."
She touched his cheek. "It's okay, James, I'm glad you did it," she reassured him with a smile, and he pulled her back to him for another kiss. What started as a soft and sweet kiss turned into one more urgent and sensual, their hands reacquainting with the others form.
"I must say, having you greet me in this attire was quite a nice surprise," he commented once he pulled back, suddenly very aware of her minimal coverage as he gave her a look over. When his gaze once more met hers, and he saw the look in her eyes, he again pulled her in for a kiss, the intensity of it making her head spin.
"Take me to bed, James," she whispered in his ear, kissing along his jawline. Needing no further instruction, he swiftly lifted her up into his arms, and cradling her to his chest he carried her up the stairs and into her master bedroom. Once there, he sat her on her feet, his hands tangling in her hair as their lips and tongues collided. When he felt her hands tugging on the waist of his jeans, he pulled back, and gently but firmly grabbed her wrists.
"This is about you right now," he commented, bringing her into his arms. As he leaned down to kiss her neck, she held onto his shoulders as soft moans escaped her mouth. She could feel the towel being slowly pulled from her body, goosebumps breaking out all over her as his hands finally touched her bare skin. Pulling back, he admired her nude form. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, bringing a blush to her cheeks. He noticed her rubbing her thighs together, and reached down to cup her sex. "You're so wet," he murmured, his fingers pulling a whimper from her as he explored her slick warmth.
"You make me wet," she whispered, her hips jerking slightly against him when he lightly brushed her clit. "I haven't stop thinking about you since that day. I haven't stop needing you."
"Let me fix that," he replied, and swiftly he carried her to the bed, the two of them tumbling down onto the soft mattress.
"I want to see you," she requested, her hands working on the buttons of his shirt. He allowed her to undo them, and shrugged out of the offensive piece of clothing, both of them sighing at the feel of their exposed torsos touching.
Peppering her skin with kisses, he made his way down her body, each touch leaving her more and more desperate for him. Not in the mood for teasing, he lowered his head as soon as he reached her waist and covered her mound with his mouth, soothing her aching clit with his skillful tongue. Draping her legs over his shoulders and wrapping them up in his arms, he made love to her with his mouth like it were the last time he would be able to do so. Having forgotten just how good she tasted, he thoroughly explored her, alternating between long licks and quick darts with his tongue. She responded just how he expected her to, with soft moans and hands grabbing at anything she could reach. Her toes curled when she felt that delicious pressure beginning to form, and she pulled him closer as her hips moved against him. "Don't stop...don't stop..." she begged, and as he gave one more swipe of his tongue she fell apart, crying out his name in ecstasy. James continued to work her over until he felt her body relax, and she weakly pushed on his shoulders. When she finally looked at him, he stalked his way up her, the intensity of his gaze both making her feel vulnerable and lighting a fire in her veins. "You are still way too dressed," she commented, once more grasping at the waist of his pants. He allowed her to unbuckle his belt, before getting back off of the bed. She went to protest, but noticed him toeing off his shoes before removing his socks. Unable to look away, she watched him as he pushed down his pants, and then finally his boxers, stepping out of them before once more joining her on the bed. Her gaze remained on him as he crawled up toward her, admiring the way the muscles in his shoulders rippled with his movements. "You're so sexy," she whispered, biting her lip as she looked up at him. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her deeply as he settled between her thighs, her skin on fire anywhere it came in contact with his. Pulling back, he looked deep into her eyes, searching for just what it was she wanted. "Make love to me, James," she sighed, her hips moving involuntarily against his, and pulled him back down to where their bodies were flush against each other. Covering her neck and shoulder with kisses, he hooked her legs around his waist, and reaching between them he slowly eased into her. Burying his face in her, he moved gently, as if she would break beneath him. Her eyes drifting shut, she wrapped her arms around his neck, soaking in every last detail of his body and movements. He kept a leisure pace, taking his time to ensure he loved her thoroughly. Somehow, he managed to coax two more climaxes from her, before he even hinted at beginning to reach his own. As she built toward yet another orgasm, she could feel his hips thrusting with more force, and knew he had to be getting close. "Cum in me, James...please...I need you," she begged, scratching at his back, and at her words he let out a throaty moan, trembling as his own climax coursed through his being. It was at this she exploded in her final orgasm, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity of the moment.
When he finally pulled back to look down at her, he noticed her silent tears. "Are you okay?" He asked, his brow burrowed in concern, and she nodded. "Did I hurt you?" Quickly, she shook her head. "Then what's with the tears?"
She shrugged. "I guess it's kind of hitting me that...you're really here. I'm really getting to touch you again. I thought I'd never be able to do so."
He smiled softly, and grasping her hand he pressed it to his cheek. "I'm really here. As long as you'll have me, I'll be right here."
Smiling back at this, she leaned up to kiss him. "Please don't leave me," she quietly pleaded, unable to bear the idea of him leaving her yet again.
Gently moving to the side of her, he got them both beneath the covers. "I'm not going anywhere," he reassured her, holding her tight to his chest, and pressing his face to her hair he fell asleep just as he had longed to for so many nights, with her in his arms.
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It was late into the night, when James woke up alone and disoriented. Hadn't he went in search for Breanne? The scent of her perfume lingered on the sheets, so he knew he had not dreamt that up, but why was he alone? Just when he started to wonder where she was, he saw a light on in the other room. He frowned when he heard an odd noise, and getting out of bed he got dressed before walking over to the door. "Bree?" He called out, softly knocking.
"Go away, James," she called out to him in a weak voice. Going against her request and his better judgment, James quietly opened the door, and found her on the floor next to her toilet. "I said go away," she complained.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, still ignoring her wishes and walking over to her.
"I don't know," she commented, and scrambled toward the toilet. Seeing she was struggling, he helped her up, and when she began to vomit he held her hair back. She continued to try and voice her objections to his presence between vomits, but he simply shushed her. "I don't want you seeing me like this, and I don't want you to get sick too," she tearfully protested once she was done emptying her stomach.
Gently forcing her to look at him, he reassured her, "I must be pretty in love with you, because you're still absolutely gorgeous right now to me, and quite honestly I don't give a shit if I catch this because I want to be right here helping you." She went to say something, when a fresh wave of nausea hit her, and leaning back over the toilet she strained to throw up as dry heaves wracked her body. When it finally passed, she broke down, silently crying as she covered her face. Flushing the toilet, he pulled her away from it and into his arms, trying to offer some form of comfort for her. When she clung to him he held her tighter, whispering soothing words to her until her cries finally died down. "Let's get you back to bed," he stated, and helping her up walked her back into the bedroom. Once he had her tucked snugly beneath the covers, he made his way down into the kitchen, where he found her a Sprite and a large bowl.
"You really don't have to do all of this," Breanne stated as she watched him place the things he brought her on her nightstand.
"I know," he replied simply, and bringing his attention to her he brushed her hair back from her face. "How do you feel? Is there anything else I can get you?"
She shook her head. "If you don't want to sleep in here, I have a spare bedroom down the hall."
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm staying put unless you want to be left alone."
She shook her head. "It makes me feel better when you hold me," she commented in a small, shy voice. With a grin, James got beneath the covers next to her, chuckling when she yanked on his shirt to have him remove it. Once the item of clothing was removed and she was satisfied, she buried herself against him, absorbing as much of his body heat as possible. When he felt her shivering, he tightened the cover around her, holding her close to help her warm up. "I love you, James," she whispered against him, her words making him smile.
"I love you too," he whispered back, kissing the crown of her head, and holding tightly to each other they fell back asleep.