Our Wild Spirits

Chapter 11: Show Me What Love Is

The rays of the sun spilled through our room, illuminating the disappearing darkness and small flecks of scarlet floated. I ran my hands though my curls and Tom cradled me with one arm while the other checked the time. He pressed his hand on my forehead.
"Need something to drink?"
I said, "Glass of milk." He got up and went to the kitchen. Meanwhile I ran to the bathroom, cleansing my soaked skin with hot water until it turned red. I changed pajamas and hurriedly texted Carrlee. Hopefully she'll get it when she wakes up. I shuffled back in bed, the covers not on me. Tom came back, a glass of milk in his hand and he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Drink up," he said, handing me the glass. I snatched it from him in a fast motion and swigged it like my life depended on it until the white liquid splashed on my chin and cheeks.
I swilled it so hard, my eyes felt like they were burning and difficult to open.
But no, instead the tears that usually come out arrived and I wailed loudly.
"Why does life have to fucking slap me in the face?!"
"Emily"-
I furiously smacked his hand away from me, yelling, "Don't get yourself involved in my goddamn life, Tom! You can't fucking help me at all! To start off why you don't deserve me, I'm ugly as shit and always will be. Secondly, my father rapes me twenty-four seven since my mom died. Third, I lost a baby that was yours.
"And fourth, I'm just a stupid slut that is dependent on her boyfriend!"
I sobbed harder and threw my fists at him until all my energy faded, and I fall to the floor. "All I want in life is perfection; an actual father, a healthy baby, and a husband who'll love and cherish his beloved wife until end of all times," I pleaded. Tom cradled me in his arms, rubbing my head. He placed each kiss on my temple, the underside of my chin, my cheek, and finally my lips.
"None of those are true, Emily. And you can't make me change my mind about my love for you. Can you not see it? I've always been there for you, but your father is ruining our lives. Just to break us apart and never love each other.
"He'll rot in hell, definitely. But breaking our bond? It's God's job to watch it. Watch it vibrate each time we grow stronger." The tears stopped, but were glued onto my face as I easily gazed at Tom. Those beautiful eyes brightened to the brilliant sapphire and bored into my brown ones. I grip to his fingers, inching my face slowly to his mouth and breathing softly in separate moans.
"Tom, can I tell you something?"
"Anything, baby girl. It's America; freedom of speech."
"Show me what love is. 'Cause I certainly need it, though I don't know what it is."
His mouth slammed down on mine, fiercely developing into a hard but tender kiss. His hands slipped under my tank top, caressing the small of my back and the bulge in his boxers rocked against my mound seductively. I reached my arms around his neck, letting his beard rake over my bare skin as he nuzzled my neck and arousing me further to the peak of ecstasy, my panties being drenched with the sweat that rained out of my femininity.
"Emily, we have to stop," he ordered, pushing me away from him.
The humming that rang inside me ceased  when he stood up, smoothing his hair.
I got up after him, placing my chin on his shoulder and bit it teasingly.
"Tom, I know you'd never hurt me," I said.
"It's not that, Emily. What I'm afraid is of me betraying you; yes, hurting you is included, but mostly breaking your heart. Every time I see you, kiss you, and touch you, a flame sparks inside me and I can't control it."
He turned around, holding my hands and kissing my forehead.
"Maybe we should forget it. What do you want for breakfast?"
"Don't fucking switch subjects. All I'm asking from you is to show me what love is. You're being a chicken.
Why can't you make love to me? Please," I begged. My lower lip trembled, on the verge of tears. "I'm acting like the stupid damsel-in-distress everyday, but I'm strong. I know that and I'm doing the person I truly am. Tom, show me what love is. Now."
"Get on the dresser and spread your legs," he managed to say.
I pressed my body on his, my breath hot on his face and nipped at his lips. He grabbed my legs and positioned me on the cherrywood dresser, rubbing his cold hands over my thighs. I arched for him and rolled my shorts off my legs to let him rip my panties off. I lift my arms up as he locked lips with mine, breaking the kiss for two seconds so he would withdraw my tank and unhook my bra.
My heavy breasts sprung out to his view as he eyed them then worshipped them with his mouth. I tilted my head up as he sent arcs of fire through my breasts while he licked at the erected nipples; teeth gnawing on my areolas.
"God, Emily, I'll die if I don't get inside you right now."
"Show me what love is, Tom. Show me everything you have to teach me," I whispered. My nipples swelled into buttons of desire when he picked me up, setting me under his body on the bed and fumbling with his pants. He straddled my thighs before he bent his head to the thick brown pubic hair between them. Longing soared in my heart and passion chewed at my womanhood as he stuck his tongue out to my vulva. The muscle in his mouth tickled my walls and lapped me, sliding upwards to my clitoris. My sex spurted out the second he stroked my vagina, stabbing it deeper each time I came.
After sucking me for what seemed like an hour, he drove his erection in and out of me until his seed boiled into my uterus. I thought it was over, but he thrusted again and climaxed with me. Our bodies were tangled as we slithered to suck each other's skin, Tom licking every bit of flesh to the point that I released my juices in his mouth.
"Tom...what was that we just did?" I panted.
He rested on his elbows and kissed me simply on my lips.
"You wanted me to show you love, didn't you?"
"Yeah?" I hesitated.
Cradling me close to his perspiring body, he said, "I love you so much until the world ends."
"Always and forever?"
"Always and forever," he agreed.

Tom went to Walmart to get groceries while I rolled around in bed, my skin and the sheets smelling of lovemaking and our juices. That was amazing, I scandalously thought. I heard Tom's car drive off to the store when it occurred to me that he left his wallet. It was perfect timing because I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, not raising my eyes to the person.
"Ah, Tom, you came back. You needed your"-
"What did I tell you about that boy, sweetheart?" asked Dad.