A Starting Point

CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE - SMOKE

Heloyse

— I never liked you, Heloyse. Not for a second. Not even when we first met.
"Then let me go," I said in a choked voice, pulling my arm in vain.
“I can't like you. Liking is something so small, so easy to measure. What I feel for you cannot be measured, Heloyse. It's infinitely more than liking. I love you in a way that I can't explain. I didn't like you when I saw you on that river. I felt much more than that. I loved your name when Thom said it, I loved you when I first saw you.
And then, he kissed me.
There was nothing peaceful about that kiss. It was long and stormy, filled with how much we missed each other.
There were times when we stopped for breath. Our mouths close to each other and our breathing so out of control. When we took a little, just a little breath, we suffocated in our kiss. It was so desperate. So painful.
Will backed me against the door, lifted me up, and I circled his waist with my legs. My dress had ridden up and I shivered when I felt the touch of his hands.
“I can't let her go.” His voice was so low and so full of desire.
“I don't want you to.
There was still all that smoke. The fire was always there, ready to burn us again and that wouldn't be difficult. Not when we were flammable. They were burning bodies whenever we touched.
I touched his face desperately as we kissed. I kissed his face, his neck, as he carried me into the bedroom. I felt the mattress under my back as Will ripped his shirt off with such desperation. He kissed me again and I felt like I was floating, heading somewhere high.
Our hands worked nervously, wanting to explore everywhere at once.
He stopped kissing me to unbutton the buttons on my dress. Such was his desperation and hunger that in one swift movement he opened it, sending the buds flying, then scattering across the floor.
His lips now roamed my neck until they found the curve of my breasts. I didn't wear a bra, due to the thick fabric that wrapped the dress only in the breast area. And from that moment on, that dress became my favorite.
I arched my back as his lips caressed my swollen peak. He lingered on one and then repeated the same gesture on the other. His mouth was merciless, greedy and terribly, delicious. When he withdrew from my breast, I pulled his face to return.
Will smirked and lowered his face, sucking lightly, nibbling my skin, kissing my belly.
It descended a little farther, to between my legs, and my pulse raced wildly. I was thirsty with anticipation, shaking with anticipation.
His lips touched my inner thighs, his warm breath caressing my skin, sending an ache to my core.
I felt his tongue a little closer, so I moved, making him reach the point where all my desire was concentrated.
Will was slow, hard, cruelly patient, and so I gripped the sheet tightly, trying to control my despair.
His hands gripped my hips, lifting me a little higher and I felt like I would soon spill over. I pleaded for something I didn't even know what it was. Perhaps to continue or release myself, but in fact I pleaded. Will got me so drunk I couldn't stand it.
I lifted my body and grabbed her hair wildly. He laughed and my attitude only served to make him come back full force, ripped from me, a loud groan.
“Please… please, Will… I need it, now.
I was still in my dress, completely open and with my seven-eighth socks.
He got up, ripped off all his clothes and threw them to the floor, then took off my panties and did the same, but the dress remained open around me. He looked at my socks and didn't take them off.
I felt the weight of his body and so fast and relentless, he slid inside me. He stood still for a few seconds, trying to control his breathing, and then he moved slowly.
I closed my eyes, enjoying that slow, painful onslaught, as if he wanted to prove to me that we had all the time in the world at our feet.
I needed him urgently.
I ran my tongue over the skin below his neck and heard him moan. My legs were firmly closed over his back, causing him to go in even further.
My nerve endings pulsed as he thrust slow and deep.
"I need more, please..."
He started to move faster and that's when I noticed that all along, this is what he wanted.
A trickle of sweat trickled down his forehead and that was damn sexy, combined with his slightly open mouth. I squirmed with each thrust and felt that soon I would break into a thousand pieces.
He kissed me hard, biting my lip, letting out a groan. I knew he was on edge too. He lifted his head and threw it back, moving hard. He swore under his breath and looked at me, eyes filled with lust. He gripped my hips, plunging deeper, at an unbridled pace.
Will worked perfectly with his hands, his mouth, his body… Perfect movements, hard and wild.
I watched the way she bit her lips. He was primitive in every way and that face was enough to make a woman lose her mind.
I closed my eyes as I felt my vision blur. My eyelids were heavy and my breathing was labored.
My already stiff body arched.
“I can't take it, Lisy. Come with me!
How could I say no, when that deep, hoarse voice entered my ears?
The first waves came in full force, sweeping me off somewhere unknown. I shivered, convulsing beneath his body, feeling the orgasm take all of me as he kissed me, taking all my moans to himself.
Then Will thrust a few more times, his open mouth letting out a loud moan, peaking inside me.
"I love you, Lisy," and with that said, he dropped his weight onto my body.
We stood there, holding our breaths.
Seconds later, he withdrew, pulled my body and we held each other for a long time. We needed that moment. We missed gestures like that.
"I could never stop loving him."
He took a deep breath and then asked me:
“I just don't understand why the hell you're back with Michael if you still love me.
- Like?
"Why are you with him?" I don't doubt how you feel about me, yet I wanted to understand. What made you come back to him?
— Will...
"How long have you been together?"
He sat up still naked, swung his legs over the side of the bed and with one hand, brushed back his hair.
I leaned in a little and frowned.
"Where did you get that we're together?" I asked as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
There was confusion in her gaze.
“I went to your house and a lady said I'd meet you somewhere else. So she gave me that address. And when I see you, you are carrying a child in your arms. Then that asshole Michael, the same one who betrayed you... —he was silent for a while, then continued —He showed up and then you said "go with daddy". The girl cried when she got off her lap and he seemed to be bothered to see me. I don't understand.
I chuckled and stood up, straightening the dress, crossing it in front of me since it now had no buttons.
“The girl you saw was Ashley. She went to my house to get some tablecloths. Today is the birthday of Julie, Michael's daughter. I went to help with the preparations. Besides, Julie is like a niece to me. Alice, Michael's wife, went out to buy the candles she had forgotten.
He got up and stood on his back, looking out the window as he ran a hand through his hair.
I got up and went to him.
When I saw him, I noticed that he was laughing and still smiling, he kissed me.
“You can't imagine the relief I'm feeling. But I can't stop thinking about how weird you guys are.
"Why, cowboy?"
- He is your ex and you get along with the current one? Are you still taking care of his daughter?
“Yes, it's weird, but not uncommon,” I said, smiling. “I learned to love Michael as a friend. And to love Alice, too. We became friends and if you saw how much they love each other...
"How did this friendship come about?"
“Alice was pregnant with Julie. One day, she tripped and fell down the stairs. I was driving by when I saw her leave the house. She had trouble walking, holding her belly and screaming for help.
"You rescued her, didn't you?"
- Yea. There was nobody at home. Michael was working and Erick was out with some friends. I was scared, Will. She could lose the baby and I would do what I could to make sure that didn't happen.
“Come here, Lisy,” he pulled me, wrapping me in his arms. - I'm proud. I imagine they have a great affection for you.
- I love both. They're my friends and I'm in love with Julie.
- He knows?
- Yea. He listened as I told Alice about us.
"That explains the way he looked at me." Not that it matters.
“He can't judge you. Besides, it's my life and all I care about is being with you.
Will pulled me quickly, putting our lips together and minutes later, we were panting, on the bed.
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In the car, we held our hands together as we laughed and talked about the farm. The atmosphere was light and peaceful. I haven't felt like this in a long time.
A while before, he had gone to a store and bought me another dress. It was the same color as the one I wore, but without buttons and much more elegant. He stopped the car in front of Michael's house, got out and opened the door for me to get out.
“Why don't you stay?
"Better not," he said, looking at the door of the house.
I turned and saw Michael standing there, looking at us.
- Okay then.
"I wanted to see you tomorrow." Can I go to your house?
- Clear.
I smiled, he got in the car and drove away.
Michael held Julie in his arms and when the little girl saw me, she gave the most beautiful smile anyone could give.
"It's him, isn't it?"
Who?
"Answer me, Lisa."
"You know it is," I said and exhaled.
“How can you stay with this guy, after all?
- He did not do anything.
— There is no way to think otherwise. That idiot assaulted you and...
— If you continue, I'll leave your house and never come back. I don't want you to judge him. Will never assaulted me. It was a sad accident that not only hurt me, but him as well. He also suffered. And the whole world can accuse him, what matters is that I know what really happened. It wasn't his fault. And Michael, don't ever call him an idiot again. You were one too, yet I forgave you. I won't let you talk about him. Not you, not anyone.
Michael took a deep breath, arranged Julie in his lap and turned his back.
- Comes! We're going to sing happy birthday,” she said before entering.