I had never heard anything more beautiful than the sound of Bambi's voice right then. It was like the boiling chaos in my head turned into a giant dam that was smothered by billions of gallons of water, flooding everything in its way. And when I felt her arms around me, I leaned against her shoulder and just cried.
"I love you," I sobbed and she stroked my back.
"I really meant it when I said it. I love you, Bambi. I'm just so fucking dense that I didn't realize it before it was too late."
"It's not too late, silly. And I love you too," she said softly.
"Please don't leave me. I can't..."
"I know. Shh..." she whispered, and I felt her lips on my temple. I knew very well that I couldn't demand her to stay or force her to live with me, but right now I couldn't even think further than tomorrow. It was enough to just get through the days, one at a time.
"I'm sorry," I sniffled, and tried to gather myself, but it was like I didn't have control anymore.
"I'm sorry too. For everything."
I finally pulled back enough to look at her, and was aware that my appearance probably scared her. I looked horrible.
"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything. It was..." I suddenly realized that my son wasn't here, and I was so incredibly grateful for that. I had no energy left to come up with an excuse for why I was sitting on the floor, crying in his wife's arms.
"Rocco's not here, if that's what you're wondering. It's over. We split. He..."
Her gaze fell and I instantly knew she was hiding something.
"What did he do to you?" I growled, and felt a surprising anger rise in the middle of the chaos in my mind.
I didn't believe her one bit.
"Bambi, I swear if my son touched..."
"He refuses to sign the divorce papers, that's all," she cut in, but she still couldn't look at me. And for a long time I kept staring at her, with swollen eyes and a snotty nose, and waited for her to elaborate. But she didn't, and I let the case rest.
"Come here, you big baby," she said, and smiled to make me feel better. And I did, too. It was just hard to chase away the thick fog that had surrounded me for so long. But I let her help me up, and hugged her again while standing, and right then it felt like I never wanted to let go. Of course, eventually I had to.
"You need a shower," she giggled and made a face, and I got embarrassed.
"Sorry," I mumbled coyly and pouted a bit. She didn't seem repelled, though. More fascinated by my unruly hair and beard.
"I like it," she smiled mischievously, and ruffled my hair.
"But the beard's got to go."
"You don't like beard?" I chuckled, and wiped my cheeks from tears.
God, how much is it possible to cry? You're a grown man, for Christ sake.
"Not when it's that much. When was the last time you shaved?"
I shrugged. I didn't remember. Then I fake-whimpered when she pulled at it.
"Well, you stink, so get in the shower and I'll start cleaning up in here. Now, shoo!"
She went to open a couple of windows, and the fresh air felt freeing. But instead of heading to the bathroom, I stood there like a moron and watched her gather the old pizza boxes and carry them into the kitchen. I couldn't believe she was here again. In my apartment, cleaning up my mess in more ways than one.
"Well? Aren't you gonna go?" she said with a strict face, but I could see the glimpse in her eyes. She did it to cheer me up, and she succeeded. Then, just to add a little more sass, she put her hands on her hips and gave me a glare that made me chuckle.
"Shower, Aaron! Or I'm gonna have to chase you."
"God, I've missed you bossing me around," I snickered, and she scoffed.
"I'm not bossing?!"
"Yes, you are. In the cutest way ever. Please do it more."
I smirked, but kept standing at my spot.
"Aaron. I'm serious. Shower. Now!"
"Oh, yeah?" I challenged.
After only a second's hesitation, she lunged at me and chased me around the living room, then the kitchen, and eventually down the hall where I let her trap me in the bathroom. I just loved the sound of her laughter, and I couldn't stop smiling myself. And her triumphant grin when she locked the door behind us and slipped the key into her pocket, made me laugh as well.
"That's not gonna make the key safe, if that's what you think," I murmured, and watched her blush.
"Oh, I think it will," she protested, and bit her lip when I came closer.
"Not in a million years. You're single. I'm definitely single, and we're both crazy about each other. We don't even have to hide it anymore, and I can make you scream as loud and as long as I want to."
I could see my lowered voice affected her, because she kept biting her lip while the blush crept further down her neck and chest.
"So if I have to dig into your pocket to get the key, I'll be more than happy to do so."
She knew I wasn't talking about the key anymore. The way she turned her head down, but without taking her eyes off me, told me that. The way her body was drawn to mine, told me that. And so did her breath, that suddenly seemed to be unnaturally shallow.
"You still stink," she said and giggled, and I laughed with her.
"Then wash me."
Her jaw fell a bit, and her eyes widened and grew darker when I started pulling off my clothes. I'd already turned on the shower so the water was warm enough.
"I..." she said, and gulped. She tried not to look, but I could see her stealing glances anyway. So I grabbed her hand before she could think, and pushed her into the shower with clothes and everything.
"AARON! YOU BASTARD!" she screamed in shock. Then she moaned in surprise when I pinned her hands above her head and pushed her up against the wall. And with the water soaking us both, I used my thigh to spread her legs.
"I haven't had a boner for weeks," I growled against her neck, and I knew she could see that wasn't a problem anymore.
"We need to take advantage of that."
Then I kissed her, knowing fully well that she probably could taste the vague bitterness of alcohol in my breath. Luckily, she didn't seem to mind. Because when I let go of her hands, they immediately wrapped themselves around my neck and she pulled me closer. Then she giggled.
"Your beard tickles."
I smiled. A ridiculously wide and happy one, and kissed her again. She didn't protest when I started pulling off her clothes. It wasn't as easy as I thought, though, since they glued themselves to her body just like I wanted to do.
"Oh, my God," I groaned, when she finally stood naked and gorgeous in front of me.
"I love you, Aaron."
I already knew that. Not because she'd said it with words, but because I saw it in her eyes. I couldn't ever remember seeing her looking at Rocco that way. It made me feel special, and I hoped she never stopped.
"And I love you," I murmured and kissed her again. Then I made a low purr from the effect she had on my body, and thoroughly enjoyed that my dick was fully erect and throbbing in anticipation after finally springing to life again after hibernation. Fuck, it felt good to be close to her! But when her hand gently wrapped around it, I stopped her, and with a smile against her lips, I gave her a washcloth and the soap.
"I meant what I said. Wash me."
"Yes, daddy," she whispered just above the sound of the water, and smirked to herself when she heard my deep growl. She knew that nickname had a certain effect on me, which was quite obvious by now. It had a different meaning to us than the rest of the world, and it was first now I started to like it again. But only when she said it. Nobody else.
For the first time we didn't have to hurry. There was no rush or stolen moments. It was just me and her, and we had all the time in the world.
I stole random kisses from her while she rubbed every inch of my skin clean with soap. Every tattoo, small and big, was carefully inspected, then covered by white foam before she went on to the next, and I somehow knew that she'd ask about the story behind them later.
...and for the first time you'll actually answer those questions, you love-sick fool.
It felt like heaven when she massaged my scalp while washing my hair. Then I returned the favor, and loved the way my hands could feast freely on her gracious body without interruptions. But by now I was getting impatient, so as soon as I was done with her hair, my hands followed the soap down her back. Then up again and over her shoulders and chest, until her breasts fell perfectly into my palms when I cupped them from behind. I wanted to kiss each one of them, but that would come later.
My hands traveled further down, over her hips and abs, to the tiny dot of hair right above her clit. She exhaled in a long sigh and leaned into my body when I briefly touched it.
"I've missed you so much, Bambi," I murmured into her ear, and her arm came up and wrapped around my neck when I started touching her. Rubbing her. Stroking, everything I could do just to make her feel good.
"Not only this, but everything about you."
I kissed her exposed neck when she let her head fall back on my shoulder, and she angled her pelvis so I could reach exactly where she needed more pressure. Fuck, it was hot with a woman who knew what she wanted!
"I've missed you too, Aaron," she breathed, and her words were quick and came out as a moan.
"But you talk too much."
"You don't like talking while having sex?" I asked curiously, and watched her swallow hard and shake her head.
"Me neither, actually. But if I talk dirty to you? Would you mind that?"
"Oh, my God," she groaned, and I got my answer. She wasn't annoyed, that's for sure. She was just too used to my useless son, who probably talked about baseball results and what he wanted for dinner the next day while humping her. Idiot.
"Do you like it when I finger your pussy like this?"
I kissed her shoulder before I sucked on her neck. I could finally mark my territory the way I wanted, and it was such a boost to my male ego. Sexual healing was damn underrated, that's for sure. And it was exactly what I needed.
"Because I could do this all night. Rub you... Lick you... Drive you crazy with my cock."
She gasped when I finally slipped two fingers inside her, and I was pretty sure I felt a vague contraction in her walls; a pretaste of what we both knew was coming.
"I love to watch you cum, Bambi. And I love the way you smell..."
I removed my hand and brought it up to my nose, just to make sure she knew I meant it.
"...and how you taste," I murmured, and licked my fingers. Then I tried to make her taste as well, and chuckled when she shied away, before I continued rubbing her clit.
"It drives me crazy."
She moaned and pressed against my hand, and I knew she was longing for her release. But I was starting to get annoyed at myself for not bringing any condoms in here. It wasn't like I'd needed any of those lately, so they were collecting dust in my nightstand drawer.
Suddenly she'd had enough.
"Fuck me," she said. Then she turned around and grabbed my cock, stroked it a few times, and lifted her leg up to give me access.
"Martina, I don't have..."
"I told you I'm on the pill, so what are you waiting for? Shut up and fuck me."
Damn, so aggressive. And sweet Jesus, it's hot! But you can't... Pills and the pull-out game. Yes. Pills and... Oh, my God, that feels good!
She'd placed the tip of my cock between her folds, and moaned when I pushed inside her. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, and I was fully expanding her pussy and covered by her cum. She had her eyes closed while I watched her expression change from calm affection to flaming desire when she opened them again, and I picked up the speed when I knew she was about to tip over the edge. Then I groaned and chuckled into her neck, both because it was extremely hard to hold back my own orgasm, and because of how she writhed in my arms from her own.
I started rolling my hips again, and felt the weak pulsations from her fading climax massaging my dick in the most heavenly way. She was clinging around my neck and panted heavily, and I cradled her like she was my baby, pushing my dick as deep inside her as it was possible to come. Then another peak started to build and she chanted my name again, almost like someone had cast a spell on her. I had. She'd given me the power of her body, and I played her like the rarest and most fragile instrument. And the sounds she made were like a symphony that was created just for me, and that rapidly grew into a crescendo that eventually brought me to a scintillating climax together with her.
Fuck! You forgot to pull out!
I groaned to myself, and Martina noticed.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, confused.
"No," I mumbled. Then I chuckled and stayed in there for a while longer, just because...
If the damage is done, you might as well enjoy it. You can buy her a pill tomorrow.
We rinsed ourselves from any remaining soap and cum, and I barely took the time to rub myself dry before I started searching through her wet clothes.
"That damned key," I mumbled, and Martina giggled while she squeezed the water out of her hair.
"What's the hurry?"
"Oh... I think it's best you don't know," I spoke in embarrassment. It had been a while since I changed my bed sheets, and I had a couple of dirty glasses with remains of whisky and some other things too.
"Found it!" I exclaimed, and told her to stay put until I was done. I also put a little effort on lighting a few candles and dimming the lights.
"You can c...!" I yelled, when I found her standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with crossed legs. She was hugging the towel to her body, while her caramel hair hung moist over her left shoulder.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?" I said, and shook my head in disbelief. How could I be so lucky? Only an hour ago I was so lost in the darkness that I couldn't ever see myself finding the way out. Yet here she was. I was still lost, but at least I had someone who walked together with me.
"Awe, baby. Why are you crying?" she asked and walked up to me. She gave me a hug and studied my face, and I giggled.
"I don't know," I said honestly.
"My emotions are all over the place. I'm a mess, and I'm sorry you have to see me like this."
"Don't say sorry," she said and kissed my nose.
"Go shave instead, and I'll fix us some bedtime snack."
"Uhm... Yeah. About that. The kitchen... Can't we just order something, and clean up that shit tomorrow?"
"That bad, huh?" she giggled, and I looked away in shame. Then I gave her a couple of numbers she could call, while I went and did exactly what she'd told me. And when I came back outside and found her lying in my bed, smiling at me...
...I cried again.
Oh, for Christ sake, Aaron!