She talked in her sleep. Making cute noises throughout the night and finally at some point, she started crying. I watched the adorable little woman in front of me twist and turn, then snuggled up with the blanket which I realized she liked so much.
I worked for a few hours after pretending to fall asleep so she could go to bed. And when it was 5am, I took a quick nap next to her, the weather was so cold I feared she might fall sick again.
It was all my fault. I should never have left her there. I had let my anger get the better part of me and she paid for what she has no idea about. It was not her fault that I hated being called crazy.
A dislike that began after Trisha always addressed me as one. The reason for our divorce was that I was mentally unstable. When her lawyer read this to the judge, I laughed so loud, it seemed true.
After driving off, I sent Damon to pick her up and drop her off at her place. But I was in a meeting when he texted to say she had passed out. I scathed out like a man whose wife was in labor. Scared to death. Damon took her to his place which was very much annoying but I chose to ignore. The family doctor came in and checked her confirming she was well.
But since she had not regained consciousness, I spent the whole day checking my wrist watch over and over again. She would never understand the relief I felt when she opened her eyes and struggled to sit up. And how it pierced my heart when she almost mentioned going home. I wanted her here. By my side where I could watch her, see her smile, and at that moment, lay close to her.
I placed her hand in mine and watched her chest rise and fall as I dozed off.
The sound of the heavy rain woke me even before the alarm did. It wasn't even up to 6am yet. I groaned. When I turned over to look at her face, she was gone. Yet again. I jumped out from the bed dressed in just my ash joggers, grabbed the phone and ran downstairs.
"You have to find her!!" I yelled to Damon over the phone.
He sounded so sleepy "Again? How did she leave this time?" Even I had that million dollar question.
I ignored the very thought of her disappearing "Doesn't matter. Just find her."
"Find who?" I heard her tiny voice call out. I hung up on Damon asking series of follow up questions. When she noticed I had turned red with anger, she slowly said "I got hungry. And you seemed like you needed to sleep so I came down and had cereal, I was just cleaning up."
"Are you done?" My voice filled the room. It was hoarse and rough. I walked towards her as she nodded in response.
Sliding my fingers into her hair, "Don't disappear like it." I carried her up and headed back up into the room. The kitchen messed up with litters of cereal and milk.
"I have to clean that up." She whispered into my neck.
"I told you momma, we pay our cleaners well." I wasn't going to hold back anymore. I held unto her while jamming the door shut with my leg. Thunder sounds got louder and furious.
She was wearing just my tank top which I left on the couch the previous night. I laid her down ever so worried she'd break. I loved the way she smelt, the way her naive eyes looked at me in anticipation. I loved the feel of her body on mine. And I wanted her to know it.
With much longing in my eyes I asked "may I?" I would break if she said no. My little one was already pressed hard on her thighs. I wanted her to feel it. How hard she got me. "You can say no."
She waited for so long before she grabbed my hands and slid them under the tank top. That was approval. I smiled gratefully. I got to work kissing every part of her I had wanted since the first day I saw her. I trailed kisses from her neck, to her hands and her stomach.
Then back to her face. She bit her lips in an attempt to keep her moans low "no momma, I wanna hear you." I begged. I ate up her neck and finally travelled back to her lips. They were moist and soft as though she had been waiting for me.
I melted instantly when she ran her fingers through my hair. I grabbed them and placed them over her head then rose the top. Her boobs were firm and huge with little pink nipples, "You're so beautiful momma" I grabbed one of them with the other hand that was free, squeezing and rubbing while I savored the other with my mouth.
Her moans did crazy things to me. Made me squeeze harder and suck more. I bit them to make the nipples come out more. With her nipples still in my mouth, I moved down to her pussy. Her eyes were shut close as I tore her panties off. I rubbed it with my fingers. She dripped. My lips were raised into a smile.
I kissed her one more time "tell me if you want me to stop. Spread your legs." And with that I slid my finger in. One, then two, at the third one, she gasped and I knew she wasn't ready. So I went in with just two. As much as I wanted to devour her, I wanted her to have a memorable experience as well. It was her first time. She got louder with every thrust that my hands couldn't keep her down any longer so I used my lips.
Her nails dug into my skin and it only made me thrust in faster. When I removed them, I soothed her walls, the wetness drove me insane. I wanted so badly to be inside of her. To fill all of her with mine. The thought alone made me moan into her lips as I continued with my fingers. As she came, I kissed her deeply then laid next to her with her body pressed against mine.
She was heaven on earth.