LIFE AFTER AN AMERICAN SCANDAL (Sequel to An American Scandal) (On Hold + Edit)

CHAPTER 7: I MISS IT

A/N: SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. BUT YOU KNOW FINALS WERE REAL AND PLUS THE HOLIDAYS. I JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU THIS CHAPTER AND SAY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND, SINCE I AM ON HOLIDAY, I WILL BE ABLE TO DO MORE WRITING.

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CHAPTER 7: I MISS IT

        I lowered my head under the sheet and kissed that area that I hadn’t seen in 9 months.

            “Sophia.” He woke up and I sucked and then he grabbed me from under the comforter.

            “What are you doing?” James asked.

            “I can’t sleep.” I said.

            “So you just go down on me?” He asked as if it such a crazy concept.

            “Yeah…I miss it.” I said to him truthfully.

            “You can not fill a void with sex.” He said. “You are hurting and you can’t change that with sex.”

            “Yes you can, it makes me feel better, the only time I have ever felt better was with you and you in me…so sorry for me trying to get that back.” I blurted. He looked at me. He was conflicted.

            “Sophia…I love you so much.”

            “Please.” I whispered and he exhaled. He bit his bottom lip and then shook his head up and down. I laid on my back after I took off his shirt and he leaned over and kissed my lips. It was crazy how his lefts glided against mine. It was like old times but it felt so different. Our rhythm was off for a few seconds then it all game back to us. He slid between my legs and started to run his fingers through my hair. I reached down to his boxers and opened my legs. I pushed his boxers away from his body and he started to kiss my neck. The same area that my dad kissed a few moments ago and I started to feel my eyes well up with water. His hands were roaming my breast and so was his mouth. I managed to get his boxers away enough for him to kick it away. His lips met mine again and I moaned as he did.

            I positioned him inside of me. He was hesitating and I needed it.

            “I love you.” He said looking at me.

            “Yeah.” I said as I moved up into it trying to get him deeper. He looked at me close my eyes. I held his waist. “Just…” I said and open my eyes and he looked at me.

            “You are crying.” He said. It was like his words jolted my body from my sleep.  I felt my cheeks and realized that I wasn’t having sex but I sure was crying. I wiped my cheeks and sat up in the bed realizing that even in my resting state, I was haunted.

It is hard to sleep when all of your secrets are awake. Everyone that you tried to keep the reality from now knows it and dreaming seems like a stupid task. I looked at James who was sleeping contently besides me. He was the best man that I have ever known. It never seizes to amaze that he is still by myself and still did not hate me. Well at least from what it appears to be.

I took off my scant clothes and touched my breasts against his chest. He shifted in his sleep and held my back. I licked my lips as I kissed his chest and then continued to lower my head. I wanted to see if he really still loved me so I pushed his boxers down and pulled out what I missed so much. I pressed my lips against his flaccid manhood and then used the tip of my tongue to lick his foreskin.