Chapter 12
He carried me up the stairs as I smelled his scent, as I took in everything that I'd missed all this time. Every little cut, bruise, smell, and taste. He was mine for tonight. Only mine. And I told him and he said, "No mami, not for tonight. Forever." Those were the best fuckin' words in the world. No bull, no lies.
He lay me on his bed and I drank it all in, from the fights, to the skank, to Junior. And you know what? It doesn't even matter. In the end it doesn't even matter.
He looked at me with those soulful eyes and kissed me on my neck, my chest, my breast, all over. I fumbled as I unzipped his crotch and wrapped my fingers around him and put him where he was supposed to be. When he entered me, he hesitated, like he couldn't decide how he wanted me. I cried, because it was all too overwhelming. The only soul that has seen me cry, was Dom. Besides my family. Only Dom.
Just for tonight, you're mine, Dominic Toretto. Just tonight it'll be MY lips you kiss. MY body you'll touch.
We went on for hours, alternating between speeds, until we were exhausted.
* * *
Remember waking up. For once I wasn't alone. For once in five fuckin' years I didn't wake up alone. I'm pathetic.
He looked at me again with those eyes. Those incredible, milk chocolate eyes. His eyes watered up, so he buried his face in my chest to regain control. Amazing. Dom doesn't cry. He just doesn't.
I pinched myself to make sure I was awake or ALIVE for that matter. Maybe Dom is staying for good. No, Let. Don't you dare get you're hopes up again! You'll jinx it!
He touched me then, all over. Not...not...sexually. More like...getting to know me again. He ran his fingertips over my body and rubbed. He said I felt like home to him and that tonight, he's coming home. He got under my navel and pressed it there as I did before. His expression changed, as if he'd been hit with 1,000 volts of electricity. He pressed again and looked at my arms and legs then he felt on my breast. The were firm. He looked into my eyes with a bewildered look. And only I could read his mind.
"Dom...I-I'm pregnant." I looked away at the wall--at anything, except him. Tears were threatening. If he told me he didn't want it, I thought I would've rolled over and croaked.
He looks down and kisses me under my navel and above my panty line. Then he sits up so suddenly that he scared me. His face was pure dread.
I knew what he was thinking. He was wondering if it was Vince's.
"It's yours, Dom. All yours. It was three years ago." I said solemnly.
All of a sudden he hugged and kissed me so fervently. Then he realized himself and touched me as if I was sacred, or porcelain.
His face relaxed and he fell on top of me with relief.
He looked at me with the most sincerity I'd ever seen in anyone. Especially him.
"God, I am so sorry!" He sobbed like a baby and fell asleep in my arms that night.
"You're mine, Dom. You're mine." I whispered mostly to myself.
And somehow, later on that night after we made love for the second time and after he was sound asleep, I knew everything was gonna be ok. As I was writing in my diary, I felt him stir and he had woken up. He never could share my attention. So he tickled me until I hurt. I laughed. WE laughed.
"Are you pissed I'm pregnant, Dom? Cuz I'm pretty sure I could..." He cut me off so fast I thought I had whiplash. He stopped me with a hard kiss to my lips.
"I'm so happy about it, Let. There's nothing that I've ever wanted more than this baby. God, I wish it were only you, the mother of my kids. I wish I wasn't so god damn stupid. I want everything that comes with this baby. I want US Let. That's all I want."
Oh my god, he wants it! He wants the baby! An orgasmic relief shot through me. I felt like I could fly. Like I WAS flyin'.
I was so happy that I jumped on top of him and rocked fast and hard until he came three times. I watched his every expression. From gasps to moans to biting his bottom lip. The last time, we came together and I collapsed on top of his chest as he shot off in me. And it wasn't a make-up fuck. For ONCE, it wasn't a make-up fuck. This time it was just for love. Like it used to be.
He carried me up the stairs as I smelled his scent, as I took in everything that I'd missed all this time. Every little cut, bruise, smell, and taste. He was mine for tonight. Only mine. And I told him and he said, "No mami, not for tonight. Forever." Those were the best fuckin' words in the world. No bull, no lies.
He lay me on his bed and I drank it all in, from the fights, to the skank, to Junior. And you know what? It doesn't even matter. In the end it doesn't even matter.
He looked at me with those soulful eyes and kissed me on my neck, my chest, my breast, all over. I fumbled as I unzipped his crotch and wrapped my fingers around him and put him where he was supposed to be. When he entered me, he hesitated, like he couldn't decide how he wanted me. I cried, because it was all too overwhelming. The only soul that has seen me cry, was Dom. Besides my family. Only Dom.
Just for tonight, you're mine, Dominic Toretto. Just tonight it'll be MY lips you kiss. MY body you'll touch.
We went on for hours, alternating between speeds, until we were exhausted.
* * *
Remember waking up. For once I wasn't alone. For once in five fuckin' years I didn't wake up alone. I'm pathetic.
He looked at me again with those eyes. Those incredible, milk chocolate eyes. His eyes watered up, so he buried his face in my chest to regain control. Amazing. Dom doesn't cry. He just doesn't.
I pinched myself to make sure I was awake or ALIVE for that matter. Maybe Dom is staying for good. No, Let. Don't you dare get you're hopes up again! You'll jinx it!
He touched me then, all over. Not...not...sexually. More like...getting to know me again. He ran his fingertips over my body and rubbed. He said I felt like home to him and that tonight, he's coming home. He got under my navel and pressed it there as I did before. His expression changed, as if he'd been hit with 1,000 volts of electricity. He pressed again and looked at my arms and legs then he felt on my breast. The were firm. He looked into my eyes with a bewildered look. And only I could read his mind.
"Dom...I-I'm pregnant." I looked away at the wall--at anything, except him. Tears were threatening. If he told me he didn't want it, I thought I would've rolled over and croaked.
He looks down and kisses me under my navel and above my panty line. Then he sits up so suddenly that he scared me. His face was pure dread.
I knew what he was thinking. He was wondering if it was Vince's.
"It's yours, Dom. All yours. It was three years ago." I said solemnly.
All of a sudden he hugged and kissed me so fervently. Then he realized himself and touched me as if I was sacred, or porcelain.
His face relaxed and he fell on top of me with relief.
He looked at me with the most sincerity I'd ever seen in anyone. Especially him.
"God, I am so sorry!" He sobbed like a baby and fell asleep in my arms that night.
"You're mine, Dom. You're mine." I whispered mostly to myself.
And somehow, later on that night after we made love for the second time and after he was sound asleep, I knew everything was gonna be ok. As I was writing in my diary, I felt him stir and he had woken up. He never could share my attention. So he tickled me until I hurt. I laughed. WE laughed.
"Are you pissed I'm pregnant, Dom? Cuz I'm pretty sure I could..." He cut me off so fast I thought I had whiplash. He stopped me with a hard kiss to my lips.
"I'm so happy about it, Let. There's nothing that I've ever wanted more than this baby. God, I wish it were only you, the mother of my kids. I wish I wasn't so god damn stupid. I want everything that comes with this baby. I want US Let. That's all I want."
Oh my god, he wants it! He wants the baby! An orgasmic relief shot through me. I felt like I could fly. Like I WAS flyin'.
I was so happy that I jumped on top of him and rocked fast and hard until he came three times. I watched his every expression. From gasps to moans to biting his bottom lip. The last time, we came together and I collapsed on top of his chest as he shot off in me. And it wasn't a make-up fuck. For ONCE, it wasn't a make-up fuck. This time it was just for love. Like it used to be.