Audrey Hepburn's Pearls: Part I

Chapter 32.3: 1994, Ruiz

Chapter 32.3: 1994, Ruiz

 

Ambrose was gazing at me under the covers. I could feel the softness of his breath all over my neck and shoulders, coming slowly and deeply relaxed. There was no notion of what time it could be, but neither of us cared. His long fingers started to trace my collar bone and I shuddered in desire in the memory of us.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked innocently, his large green flecked eyes absorbing me, darting on all parts of me that were exposed above our embrace. Finally they met mine and seemed to smile at me.

"You," I blushed. 

He giggled and my nails started to graze his shoulderblades, turning the giggle into a purring moan.

"What about me?" he asked in the purr. His eyes closed in his pleasure and I missed them.

"About...that sound you made at the end," I whispered, embarrassed, my cheeks heating up like someone was turning up my furnace, the flame heat enveloping even my ears. My heart started to beat in my face.

"Sweetie, only for you," he breathed, going in to kiss me. Instead, my lips met his first and nibbled on his plump bottom one, and he gave me a lovely little reminder of the sound I had referred to in reward. "If I hadn't tired myself out," he sighed in a whisper, then went in for more. My lips trailed to his neck and his nails raked up my spine in soft loving claws.

"Mmm...baby, baby, baby," he whispered in a moan, his voice raw, so sexy my body felt like it was going to explode in fire.

"Hmmm?" I asked, nibbling on his collar bone.

"I can't right now," he sighed in a long breath.

I giggled and scratched down his back with one long fingernail, digging deep into his beautiful coffee skin. His head flipped back and he stifled himself, his mouth opened in a would be wail of beautiful pain. I knew I had drawn blood. He stayed that way for a moment, seeming to be frozen. Then he began to breathe so hard it looked like he was hyperventilating. The whites of his eyes were showing, they were so wide. His arms snapped me forward, hugging me so tight I thought I would break.

"Ohhh, god, baby," he moaned in his desire, "oh god..."

"You didn't know I played that way?" I smirked over his shoulder.

"How did you know I did?" he gasped, unable to control his reaction.

"Its so obvious, you goth queen," I chuckled.

"God, I love you," he sighed deeply, "mmmm." He buried his face in my hair, breathing in my sweat.

A tear ran down my face, shocking me. I sniffed, not comprehending, then a twin fell down and another. I tried to sniffle these away, but more took their place. 

"Oh," I sniffled, confused.

"Hm?" came Ambrose's confused voice. He parted from me and his face fell, his eyes welling with concerned love. "Sweetie?" 

"Oh," I whispered again, my face becoming wetter and wetter.

The space between his perfectly arched eyebrows creased, and his thumb rose to my cheek, wiping with gentle strokes. "Are you okay? Do you hurt?" he asked softly.

"N-no," I admitted, shaking my head slightly, my confusion growing.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, starting to rub between my shoulderblades like he always did when I felt sad. Except I didn't feel sad, this I knew for certain strangely.

"I don't know," I said with wonder, shrugging.

He leaned in and kissed my forehead, the warmth from his mouth building a pressure in my chest, the source of the tears. "Nnn," came from my throat, and more tears were falling. So many now. I began to shake, unable to control myself.