In This Life (Sequel to 'In Another Life')

50 MATURE

A/N: THIS IS A MATURE CHAPTER. IT IS SMUT/SEX. IF YOU DON'T LIKE READING THIS TYPE OF THING, WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER, OR SKIP AHEAD IF I'VE ALREADY POSTED IT. IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, I'M TELLING YOU NOT TO READ IT. WHAT YOU DO, WELL THAT'S ON YOU AND YOUR PARENTS, NOT ME. JUST DON'T LET ME KNOW ABOUT IT SO THAT I CAN APPEASE MYSELF FOR WRITING THIS SHIT LOL. NOW, ALL THAT IS TAKEN CARE OF SO ENJOY! 

In a lot of ways, Colby and I were still in a very brand new relationship, that seemed like it had been going on for the past three years, inching forwards in it's progression. At this point, maybe we'd move in together in the next five years. I laughed quietly to myself, and felt Colby's arm tighten around my waist. Yeah, I could definitely get used to this. We lay there, both of us silent, but I could tell he was still awake. He moved his hand to my hip and starting rubbing my naked thigh just a little. Somehow the energy in the room shifted from being relaxed, to tense and electric. It felt like it used too, when I first met him and he always left this burning feeling every time he touched me. I shifted a little, and heard him suck in a breath as my ass rubbed up against his hardness. He pulled his hand away from my leg, rolled over onto his back and sighed heavily. I rolled over towards him, put my head on his chest, and threw my leg over his. "What's wrong?" I asked, tracing the tattoo on his chest with my fingertip. "Nothing. I'm just..," he started playing with my hair a little, as he trailed off. "What is it Colby?" I asked again. "I'm just frustrated Terra. It's not a big deal. I promise. After today, I forgot for a minute that you aren't fully healed. It's been so long since we were together, and I think I let today cloud my judgement. I've been controlling myself, but I don't think you realize how hard it is for me, when you look so damn sexy." He chuckled a little after he said that, and I bit my lip in embarrassment, because I knew exactly how he felt. "I'm frustrated too Colby. It's been three years since we've...been together like that. I was frustrated around you three years ago too though. Especially when we first met, and I knew that I was just a fan in your eyes. That was the worst," I said softly, snuggling into him a little more, and looking up to meet his eyes. "I feel okay tonight Colby. I promise." His blue eyes seemed to burn into me, blue molten lava, burning it's way through my retinas. "You were never JUST a fan, T. Not since the first time you fell into my arms." I didn't get a chance to react to his statement, because he pressed his lips to mine quickly, stealing my breath, as his lips and tongue fought with my own. I let everything go and let myself get lost in him, the way I used too. I didn't care if my body was sore, I didn't care that I had broken my sobriety, I didn't care about anything but Colby in this moment. He rolled slowly, so that I ended up on my back. When he broke the kiss, he was hovering over me, his face only a few inches from my own. Both of us were breathing heavily, pent up frustration begging to be released. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky. I nodded, and licked my lips. I was so fucking ready. Three years was a long time to wait. "Okay. I'm going to go slow. I don't want to hurt you." I didn't reply. Instead, I closed my eyes, as he pressed a kiss to my lips, then my jawline, then nudged my chin up with his nose so he could start laying sweet kisses against the soft skin of my neck. I shivered a little when he hit the sensitive spot under my ear, his warm breath blowing gently against my skin with every breath he took. He sat up then, and held his hand out to me. I took it, and let him help me sit up. When I held my arms up, he lifted my shirt up and over my head. I shook my hair out, and met his eyes. I didn't cover myself this time, like I had all those years ago. What was the point? I was past being insecure with him, after everything he had helped me with while I was in recovery, everything he had seen with me fighting my addiction tonight. He had been oh so patient, not even knowing if I would come back to him, but he kept fighting for me. I felt a fierce love for this man in front of me, stronger than it had ever been when I thought of everything he had done for me, everything that we had been through together. He let his eyes roam my body, as I lay back down, watching him. His eyes met mine as he hooked his fingers into the sides of my underwear and pulled them down my legs. He leaned back down, hovering over me, his eyes still on mine. "I love you T. So much," he said softly, then pressed his soft lips to mine. I felt the tears prick my eyes but it wasn't bad tears. No, this was simply because I was overwhelmed with so much love for this man. He broke our kiss, then started pressing light kisses on the corner of my mouth, my jawline, my neck, my collarbone. His tongue made a wet trail from there, down the valley in between my breasts. When his mouth found my nipple, and his teeth gently pressed down, I gasped, and bucked my naked hips up into his clothed ones. His tongue swirled alternately switching to his teeth, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I brought my hands around his neck, and dug my nails into his shoulders, then moving them to his hair when he moved lower down my body. It had been so long since Colby and I had been together like this. The last time was when we said goodbye. I gripped him tighter, remembering when he left, praying that he never would. I had to let him go, when he moved even further down my body, and I honestly didn't know what to do with my hands. I felt like a virgin all over again. Yes, Justin and I had been sexually active, obviously, but it was never like this. I had always kept a part of myself just for Colby. I just didn't know it at the time. When he blew his warm breath across my heat, I grabbed the bed sheets tightly, waiting for what that first moment. I had closed my eyes, but I felt his large hands grip my thighs and open them wider. I bucked my hips up when I felt the first swipe of his warm, wet tongue on my heat. As promised, he went slow, each swipe of his tongue torture to my taut body. My nerves were buzzing and I felt like I wasn't going to last long. I had been waiting for this for way too damn long. His fingers tightened on my thighs as moans exited his mouth, sounding like he was getting just as much pleasure from this as I was. He picked up the speed, his tongue flicking against my little bundle faster and faster, while I writhed on the bed. One hand left my thigh, and pressed down on my abdomen, holding me in place while he worked his magic. And magic it was. That tongue was supernatural. Just then, I felt his fingers graze my entrance for a split second before pushing inside of me, filling me. I gasped and let out a moan, louder than I intended it to be. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, when I felt his lips move away from my heat. He kept working me with his fingers but met my gaze. "Shhh," he said, smirking at me. "You want the whole house to hear you?" I glared at him. "Fuck you, OH!" I exclaimed, taken by surprise when he shoved his fingers into me harder than before, and started a steady pace. He chuckled, the bastard, then moved his head back between my legs. His tongue found it's steady pace against my little bundle again and kept up with his fingers shoving rapidly into me. I wasn't gonna make it. My moans filled the room, my ability to keep quiet completely gone by now. I gripped the bed sheets tighter, tugging them as I felt my climax build. I felt his lips close over my bundle, sucking it into his mouth, and I exploded, my screams filling the room, probably the house. His tongue slowed, as well as his fingers, while he worked me through it, helping me come down. "Holy shit," I gasped, wiping my hand across my sweaty brow. "I forgot how good you were at that." My body was weak and drained, but I knew he wasn't finished. "Are you okay?" he asked, crawling back over my body. I nodded weakly. "I feel amazing. More relaxed than I've been in years." He grinned, proud of himself, and I rolled my eyes. He leaned in, pressing a long, lazy kiss to my lips. I let my hands hands trail weakly down his back, till I got to the top of his joggers that he was still wearing. "Um, too many clothes," I muttered, snapping the waistband against his skin. He laughed, and leaned up, then climbed off the bed, standing next to it. I watched as he lowered the joggers and his black boxer briefs, that fit him quite snugly I might add, down his legs. After they were removed, he threw them onto the floor haphazardly, then looked at me, his eyes full of heat. "Do you have a condom?" he asked, and I could swear that I could see him blushing. I shook my head, and sat up. "You don't?" He shook his head. "No. I didn't think you would be ready for this for a while so I didn't bother." I smiled, thanking God that this man was mine. "There are some under the sink in the bathroom down the hall," I told him, watching as his eyes lit up. "Be right back," he exclaimed, pulling his joggers back on with no underwear and hurrying out of the room. A minute later, he was back, the little foil packet in his hands. He hurriedly stripped himself of his joggers, and ripped the packet open with his teeth. I watched him as he rolled the latex down his length, clenching my legs as I did. He met my gaze, and climbed back on top of me. I felt his length press against my lower stomach, and automatically opened to him, bringing my legs up around his hips. He swirled the tip at my entrance, and I squirmed, ready for him to stop teasing. He looked up and met my gaze. "You tell me if you start hurting or need to stop. Promise?" I almost cried at how worried he looked. I nodded, and bit my lip. He pushed into me, inch by glorious inch, and I gasped at how amazing it felt. When he filled me completely, he pressed his lips against mine, pushing his tongue against them until I opened to him. It was just a kiss, but it wasn't. It was filled with all of the love, the pain, the triumphs, the disappointments, how much we had missed each other, everything. Everything was poured into one kiss. As his tongue swirled with mine, and our lips stayed connected, he started moving his hips slowly, bringing himself almost completely out of me, before filling me again. The pace was slow, like we knew we had all the time in the world, to just be together, to make up for lost time. I felt no pain, my only thoughts being on the man who's soul was connecting with mine right now.  He broke the kiss, burying his face next to mine, as he sped up. Our moans mixed together filling the room again, but it didn't matter how loud we were. We were the only ones in the world right now, everything else had disappeared again. I felt my body start tensing, lazily trying to find it's way to it's next release. I tightened my muscles around his length and had the pleasure of hearing his guttural groan in my ear. It sounded like heaven to me. He gradually got faster, harder, shoving into me, but somehow still managing to be gently. He raised up, staring down at me as he chased his own climax. "Oh fuck," he exclaimed, as I moaned with him. Our climaxes hit at the same time, our worlds colliding. Our heavy breaths mixed together, as he slammed against me a few more times, before releasing into the condom with a loud groan. His body collapsed onto mine heavily, as we both came down. He braced himself up on his elbows and looked down at me, meeting my gaze. I let a sedated smile cross my lips. "I love you Colby Brock. Always have, always will." He grinned and pressed his lips to mine softly for just a moment. "I love you Terra Brooks. From the very beginning." He crawled off of me, and stood up, walking to the trash can to dispose of the condom, before picking his and my clothes up off of the floor. He handed me mine, and we both got dressed, silently. I turned on my side, and felt him crawl back in behind me, his arm going around my waist again, pulling me close to him. He buried his face in my hair, and sighed contentedly. I smiled and closed my eyes. My mind and my body were at ease, languid, sedated. Before long, sleep found me.