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The Architecture of Falling… – (Chapter: Spencer’s Stage…)
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She was sure.
That sureness, that enduring clarity flowed from her center and made its way through the borders of her last defense. Her uninstructed wetness was the sweetest reward for six months of punishment. I threw away thoughts and deconstructed the wall that I had needed to protect myself from her and instead prepared myself—every part—to welcome her back inside.
Maybe I was being stupid. Maybe I hadn’t thought through everything and maybe I was giving up too much of what was important. But I simply didn’t care. What could’ve been a bad idea was disguised at least temporarily as the only good thing I had done for myself in a very long time.
“Ashley…” she hummed against my ear as I slid back up to kiss her neck and reacquaint my fingers with her interior folds and once well-traversed cavern, “please don’t stop.”
She was scared—just like I was—that this would somehow be interrupted. Not by my sister or a ringing, insistent phone or a natural disaster.
Worse.
By the not-so-gentle rousing of the facts. The natural disaster of our creation.
What she didn’t know is that I was now willing to tread through them, under them, around them as long as my journey led me to the sweet mouth and welcoming warmth that she was.
My forgiveness was what was moving inside her, slowly yet forcefully. My forgiveness was being painted across her lips and down her neck.
“Please don’t stop.”
“Why would I stop, Spence? Why would I ever stop?” I whispered into her skin, spreading the ink of those words like graffiti.
“Because you hate me.”
I looked up then, and when our eyes met I saw the fear I knew would be there.
“I don’t hate you.”
“You should.”
“No…and I don’t.”
She grabbed my face between her hands and left a ghost-like whisper of a kiss on my lips, “I love you.”
“I love you.”
She nodded, whimpering slightly as my forgiving fingers found a familiar locale of pleasure. An instance of felicity that visibly shook her through every part.
Now her hands gripped my t-shirt, bringing it up and over my head.
“No bra?” she laughed, eyes closing as my speed increased.
“You should know me better than that.”
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Finally they are on the right track!! I’m very happy. Thank you for the wonderful updat. You truly are a very gifted writer. Happy Holiday’s to you too!! PMS!!!
yes it is a christmas miracle…lol glad they took the time to talk during that..well spencer to talk cuz she really needed to and ash was there to listen which is always a great thing pms
great!!!
Finally they are on the right track!! I’m very happy. Thank you for the wonderful updat. You truly are a very gifted writer. Happy Holiday’s to you too!! PMS!!!
yes it is a christmas miracle…lol glad they took the time to talk during that..well spencer to talk cuz she really needed to and ash was there to listen which is always a great thing pms
great!!!
i don’t have a clue how you write the way you do, but please don’t ever stop! that update was awesome! so much emotion and passion… “My forgiveness was what was moving inside her, slowly yet forcefully. My forgiveness was being painted across her lips and down her neck.” i thought that line was beautiful and very moving! thanks so much for the update, thanks so much for writing, and happy holidays! be easy!
i don’t have a clue how you write the way you do, but please don’t ever stop! that update was awesome! so much emotion and passion… “My forgiveness was what was moving inside her, slowly yet forcefully. My forgiveness was being painted across her lips and down her neck.” i thought that line was beautiful and very moving! thanks so much for the update, thanks so much for writing, and happy holidays! be easy!