Free The Vine by C.A Ellis Page B

prowess, but we kiss and we cuddle and it’s amazing, and I have all these feelings running through me, but you never take it any further. So I just thought maybe you didn’t want me like that, or I wouldn’t be good enough or experienced enough for you.”
    She looked at her lap as she said all this in a quiet rush, playing with her fingers like she was embarrassed. As she finished, she looked up at me shyly and that was my undoing. I pulled the car over and grabbed her face, pulling her to me and crashing my lips to hers, thinking to myself,
how on earth can she not feel
the need and the throbbing desire in me?
After my assault on her lips, I pulled back and looked at her, and that’s when I realised, it didn’t matter even if she did feel it. She would just turn good vibes into negative ones.
    She’d already admitted to me that she had been used by a couple of young pricks when she was younger, who had just wrapped up and stuck it to her—disgusting bastards.
At least they wrapped up
, I supposed. Lizzy had also admitted at the time that she had never experienced an orgasm, and I remembered her smiling and saying that being a fan of old romantic movies, she used to daydream that sex would be exactly like in the movies, and then her face saddened as she told me she now believed she was being naïve to even think such a thing. I guessed those shitheads ruined that daydream for her.
    So that was why I was doing the right thing, waiting for her to be ready. I just wanted it to be perfect for her, but my poor, darling Lizzy had just took it as rejection. It saddened me, and it broke my heart. “Lizzy, sweetheart,” I said, cuddling her to me, “there is nothing I want more than to make love to you, but I want it to be perfect for you…for
us
.” As I saw a tear roll down her cheek, I knew it was with relief that her greatest fears hadn’t been confirmed then, nor would they ever be.
    As we continued our journey home, I looked at her and decided to lighten the mood a bit, “Lizzy, every time I see you, I want to rip your clothes off, and I mean
every time
. I have to stop kissing you and put distance between us sometimes because I’m frightened I might literally ejaculate in my pants.”
    She started giggling, and it was the best sound ever. “Well, just so you know, Luke, I am ready.” She looked at me then, so trusting, and that in itself was sexy as hell. Even with that open invitation from Lizzy, and after a lovely Friday evening of takeaway Chinese and a romantic comedy, I still cuddled her until she fell asleep.
Maybe it’s me who’s not ready
, I thought to myself, and then chuckled as my dick poked her even in her sleep.
I’ll take that as a ‘yeah, right’ then.
    I left Lizzy a note the next morning, telling her I had to go out to buy a few things. I was out for an hour or so before I rushed back; I was already missing her and didn’t want to waste any more of our weekend apart. When I got back, I heard Lizzy singing in the kitchen, and it filled me with joy that she had pulled herself out of that down-on-herself mood from yesterday, and was back to the angel I knew and loved.
    I had been calling her Angel for a while, and when she asked me why and I told her it was because I believed that her not going with her mum and dad on that tragic day had been fate. The Angels knew I was out there unknowingly waiting for her to fly into my life and turn it upside down in the most wonderful and fulfilling way possible; she was an angel like them and they saved her, for me. I could see the tears glistening in her eyes, but also the joy because that’s what I thought of her and now here she was in front of me; my absolute everything; my beautiful Angel, dancing and singing around the kitchen while she made us omelettes.
    When Lizzy saw me standing in the doorway, she ran over and threw her arms around me, “Luke, just so you’re aware, I love you too.” Shocked but absolutely delighted by her statement, I