Eliahn
“What story do you want me to read to you?” Luca asks Aiden when he finishes wiping him down from his bath. I have to say I didn’t think I would be able to share Aiden at the beginning since I’ve been doing it myself for so long, but having him here and seeing him bond with Aiden is everything I could ever hope for.
“I want a spider one,” he says, and Luca folds his towel and then cleans up his bathroom.
“Go get a snack and kiss Mom good night and then pick the book,” he tells him, and I pretend I’m not listening or waiting for him when he comes down the stairs to get a snack.
“I cut up some fruit for you,” I tell Aiden who climbs on the stool. “Do you want water or milk?” I ask him.
“Water, please,” he says, eating a piece of cantaloupe. I fill up a glass of water for him and bring it to him and then Luca comes down. His shirtsleeves are pushed up to his elbow, no doubt from when he was playing car crashes with Aiden in the bath.
“Hey there.” I look over at him, and I can’t even stop the smile from filling my face. He comes over to me and stands beside me, putting his hand around my waist and pulling me to him. “Did bath time go okay?”
“It did,” he says softly. I want to lean in just a touch to kiss his lips, but we stand here looking at each other.
“All done,” Aiden says, breaking our stare and finishing his water. “I’m going to choose a book, Daddy.” He gets off the stool and comes over to me. “Night, Mom,” he says, and I lean down and kiss his sticky lips.
“Good night,” I tell him, and then he turns to run upstairs.
“He has to wash his hands and his face,” I tell Luca who stops me from talking by putting one hand on my cheek and coming in for a kiss. I moan into his mouth as my hands go around his neck, his tongue dances with mine, and my body arches against his. The kiss deepens, and I suddenly want his hands all over me. My hands leave his neck and go to his waist, and I slowly creep them under his shirt, my fingers finally feeling his abs, and I’m about to throw my head back and make him devour my neck when we hear the shouting from upstairs.
“I got the book, Dad!” Aiden yells, and I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it.
“Jesus,” Luca hisses. “That boy has the worst timing of my life.” I bury my face in his neck and laugh and then kiss it. “I’m going to go read the story. I’ll be back.” He kisses my lips. “We are going to continue this,” he says, walking away, and I watch him adjust his front.
“A little tight there?” I roll my lips to not laugh when he just looks over and shakes his head.
I clean up and turn off the lights in the kitchen, then dim the lights in the family room as I wait for him to come down. I turn the television on and flip through the channels, and thirty minutes later, I hear him coming down the stairs. Walking into the family room, he comes over to the couch, grabs my legs, and sits under them with my legs in his lap. “Is he out?”
“Halfway through the book.” He smiles at me.
“You were up there for thirty minutes,” I point out.
“I had to find out how it ended,” he tells me, and I laugh. “You can’t just leave the book. I had to know if Spider-Man finished his job.”
I look over at him. “Did you really try to find me?” I ask him, thinking about what Nick said this morning.
“Yeah,” he says softly and grabs one of my hands and comes closer, and by the time he gets comfortable, I’m sitting in his lap with his hands around my waist. One of my hands is around his shoulder and the other in my lap. “When I got back home, I was … I don’t know, it just felt off.”
“Yeah.” I listen to him. “I felt the same way.”
“I was kicking myself for not at least slipping my phone number in your suitcase. I called Carnival.” My mouth opens wide in shock. “Kind of impersonated a lawyer and demanded their manifest.”
“You didn’t,” I say, putting my hand to my mouth.
“I did, and then I got a not so nice threatening letter demanding me to stop calling them,” he says, looking at me. “It was so frustrating because I was so close, yet they couldn’t just give me your name. I even went all out and said I fell in love.”
“Oh my God,” is the only thing I could say.
“I might have thrown in World War Two, and then said I was dying.” He closes his eyes. “I was desperate to get in touch with you.” Then his hands hug me closer. “I just, I couldn’t fathom not coming home to you and not sharing my day with you.”
“Luca,” I say softly, and he leans in and kisses me, and this time, I turn in his lap and straddle him. Our kiss gets heated as I grind on his covered cock, and fuck it’s just like it was on the boat. I thought that I made it up in my mind. “It’s the same,” I say, letting go of his lips and panting as his hands grab my ass, pushing me onto him, and he attacks my neck. “I thought that it was all in my mind. That I made up how good it was.”
“It’s even better,” Luca says. “It’s even better than I remember.” He leans in and bites my lower lip. “I didn’t think it could get better”—he slips his tongue into my mouth, twirling it with mine—“but it is.”
“It is,” I say to him, my hands now rushing to take off his shirt. I bunch the T-shirt up and pull it off his head, his smooth skin warm under my hands. I lean forward and kiss him, his hands roaming under my shirt. His hands cup my tits, and we both groan when he rolls my nipples. I am frantic to get my shirt off and feel his skin on mine. He pulls it over my head, leaving me in my pink lace bra.
“Fuck,” he hisses out, and leans in, moving the top of the bra down when he frees one pebbled nipple to take in his mouth and suck. My hips move on their own as I grind against him, wishing his cock was in me. My head falls back as he moves from one nipple to the other. The cold is making the wet tips get even harder. He was the last one to ever touch me like this. I watch him take the nipple into his mouth, sucking it and then biting down on it, and I swear I’m about to explode. He must sense it because he looks up.
“I remember when I woke up one day, and you were sleeping, and I made you come just by playing with your nipples,” he whispers, and I close my eyes. “Do you remember that?”
“I remember everything,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“Me, too.” He leans in and kisses right above the nipple where my breast swells, and then he sucks in. “Every touch.” He repeats his action. “Every kiss.” Now he pushes up, and just like the hussy I am, I come, and he moves his hips to help me finish. I’m past the point of caring, and I just want to come, and not because I did it but because he did. I bury my face into his neck, my breathing still heavy as I try to convince myself that normal people dry hump each other. I mean, usually, it’s younger people but still the same.
“I was wrong,” he says softly, and I unbury my face from his neck.
“It isn’t just better,” he starts to say. “It’s not even in this hemisphere.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I tell him and then look down almost embarrassed but not, but also trying not to vomit when he tells me that he missed me.
He puts his hand under my chin, lifting my face. “Me either,” he says, and I look at him shocked. “At first, it was too soon, and then I was just focusing on work, and then it was like every single date I compared to you.”
“Really?” I ask, shocked. “But you are like a huge, huge catch.”
“It just felt wrong,” he says, smiling. “Eliahn Coco, will you be my girlfriend? Just so you know, you have to say yes.”
“I don’t know,” I say, smirking at him. “What does being your girlfriend entail?”
“Well, it means that we eat dinner with each other every night,” he starts saying. “Breakfast also.” I nod my head. “We call each other during the day or just send texts to tell each other how the day is going.”
“Okay.” I keep listening.
“We spend the night on the couch, touching and kissing,” he continues, “and then we go to bed with each other.”
“That doesn’t sound like being your girlfriend. That sounds like being married,” I joke with him, and he laughs.
“I don’t think married people text each other during the day, nor do they make out on the couch.” He leans in and kisses me.
“Does being your girlfriend mean we have sex with each other?” I wink at him, and he just smiles.
“It means that we have all the sex in the world,” he says, laughing. “I mean, if Aiden will let us.”
“I want to be your girlfriend but can we table sleeping over until we get Aiden comfortable with us being together?”
“How about we compromise?” he asks me, and I tilt my head. “I sleep here but leave in the morning and then come back.”
“I can work with that. But what about when Aiden is at your house?” I ask him.
“Then you do the walk of shame,” he jokes with me. “We really need to get a door in the backyard,” he says, and then I stop smiling and look down. “What is it?”
“What if it doesn’t work out?” I ask, trying to swallow, but the lump in my throat is suddenly huge.
“Baby,” he says softly. “Do you think we went seven years without each other to finally finding each other for us not to work out?” he asks, and I shrug. “It’s you, Eli,” he says. “It’s always been you. Even when you didn’t even know.”
I take my hand and cup his cheek. “It’s always been you. In every dream, every wish it has been you,” I tell him and kiss him, and he gets up with me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He walks up the stairs, and for the rest of the night, we get lost in our kisses.