Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... sexual energy. Dave smiled, and l laughed.

"Mel, I'm still pretty messed up, and part of me still wants to throw you to the curb. God knows you deserve it, but here it is." He paused and grabbed my hands. "I've decided that my life is better with you in it than not. Also, I don't know anything beyond this day right now. Priority number one for me is still staying clean and being healthy. I just want to do this with you. Not without you."

He was so open. Honest. True and to the point. I wanted to say the same thing I told the first time we were here, but I held back my desire to be with this man.

"Babe, I would love doing this and anything with you."

We cried but not from sadness. It was from everything feeling right. I would like to say everything was a fairy-tale from that point on. I had lived through my pregnancy scare. That secret I kept to myself. If he asked about Ryan, I would tell him. I was responsible and got tested for everything weeks ago, always hoping for this night. My man was willing to give me another chance.

One of the mornings at the loft when Dave was not there. I grabbed the coke mirror and looked into it. The reflection was no longer a little girl, but it was just me this time. I guess, the real me. No fog of drugs. That reflection with the mirror became a ritual when I thought of using. The young girl in me reminded me too just be me.

We made passionate love that night, and it was better in many ways than the first time. His passion ...

... was red hot, and he gave me three glorious releases. Everything about him felt perfect. After he came with a mighty roar, he collapsed beside me and started to cry. There was still healing, but this was a start. After that night, I moved back into the loft, and we slowly worked on being true to ourselves. The connection between us was tested but never really broken.

Dave Holds No Promises

That dinner, back at the Thai place, was hard for me. I had been on the fence about Mel, but as each day passed drug-free, the promises kept coming. I had spent some serious time with Charity leading up to all this. She could tell Grace was beating my anger and hurt. She could also see that I was very much in acceptance of the hurt Mel caused and knew if she had a choice to do this over, especially healthy, she would have made different decisions.

Making love to her that night was hard. It was a total reclaiming, but it cost me. I made the most ardent effort to please her. Calling on every inch of my passion, skill and desire to please. From her response, it was a special moment for her as well. Yet, sadly, doubt had crept into bed with us. For a moment, I even thought she faked her orgasms. It still didn't matter; I loved her and always would, but I knew I could never be what he was to her. It gutted me. He had stolen something from both of us. In the final cuckold cliché, I cried after my orgasm as, in my mind, I heard her call his name, begging for his big cock. It was a phantom. ...