Raw awakening

The lingering scent of coffee and cleaner hung in the air, a testament to the morning's unexpected cleanup. Most of the police presence had finally cleared out, leaving behind a strange quiet in the house that had been so chaotic just hours before. A few officers stayed behind to help me clean the house - an officer’s wife had brought over extra cleaning supplies. Eventually, even they trickled out, leaving just one officer behind.

He was a tall man, with kind eyes and a weariness around his mouth that mirrored my own. We stood in the kitchen, the last remnants of the police tape still clinging to a cabinet handle.

"Everything squared away?" he asked, his voice low.

"I think so, Beaux," I replied, running a hand through my hair. "Thanks for being part of the crew that kept me safe and also for helping me clean. I don't know what I would've done without all of you."

He nodded, then shifted his weight. "Before I leave, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable being alone now that everyone's gone," he said, his gaze meeting mine. "Darnell asked me to make sure that you were before I head out."

"That's really thoughtful of him," I said, a small, genuine smile forming on my lips. "I appreciate it. I think I'll be okay now. It's just good to have some quiet back."

"Good," he replied, a hint of a smile touching his own lips. "Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call the precinct. Or Darnell, of course."

"I will," I promised. He nodded once more, then turned and left, his footsteps fading down the driveway. I stood there for a moment, the silence of the kitchen pressing in, before the reality of it all washed over me. I didn’t want to think about how much laundry that I had to do between the hand towels, rugs, my clothes and who knows what else while the officers were here but I decided to take a shower first.

After showering, dressing and doing a few loads of laundry, I texted Vince to come over. I told him that it was just me at the house now and that I needed him to spend the night with me. He replied that he needed to pack a bag real quick and then he’d be on his way. While I waited for him to arrive, I took a nap. I was so exhausted from not being able to sleep plus hosting the officers that were at my house keeping an eye on me and the property.

I woke up about an hour and a half later to some noise on my front porch and I looked out the window. I smiled and chuckled. The officers that were “protecting” me during my ex-husband’s trial were  bringing  packages of paper towels, napkins, paper plates, brand new towels, a “mud tray” for dirty shoes, bottled water, cleaning supplies and so many other things. I brushed my teeth then headed down.

As I opened the door to thank them, they all told me that I was their favorite person to watch as I made sure that they were fed and hydrated. They also apologized for using so many of my supplies that they wanted to restock me. Three even apologized for destroying a number of my towels so they replaced mine – they even admitted that their wives told them to get a better brand than the kind that I had. I thanked them all again for their efforts to watch me and to restock my now limited supply of cleaning agents.

Again, Beaux stayed behind to help me put away everything that they all had brought over. Since there was such a surplus of supplies, some things needed to be stored in the basement for the time being. As he left, I knew that I had made a friend in him.

A few hours later, doorbell rang, pulling me from sorting through the mail. It was Vince, his easy smile a welcome sight. As he stepped inside, I couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants, a clear indication of his anticipation. A small smile played on my lips.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper as we hugged.

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Been ready for almost a month, actually. We’ve had limited privacy lately."

Without another word, we headed upstairs to my bedroom. The air was thick with unspoken desire. We stripped quickly, our clothes scattering across the floor, before collapsing onto the bed. I lay back, comfortable, spreading my legs wide in an open invitation. He mounted me, his weight a welcome pressure, and then he was inside me, riding me slowly.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he breathed, his voice thick with desire as he buried his face in my neck. His hand found my breast, gently kneading and tugging at my nipple, sending shivers through me. He leaned down, his lips hot against my ear. "Feel how full I am for you? How much I'm throbbing?"

"Show me," I whispered back, my hips bucking up to meet his every deliberate thrust, urging him deeper with a desperate need.

We moved together, a symphony of sighs and raw moans, each climax building on the last, pushing us higher and higher until we were both breathless and spent. He emptied big loads into me, a warmth that spread through my core, filling me completely. "God, you feel so good wrapped around me," he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. But he wasn't done. He pulled out just long enough to shift, then plunged back in, his eyes blazing with a raw intensity.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" he rasped, his hips pounding into mine with an almost animalistic ferocity. My legs were wrapped tightly around him, pulling him in even deeper as he drove into me again and again. He grabbed my backside, squeezing hard, lifting me to meet his every thrust, grinding his pelvis into mine. "Tell me you want more," he demanded, and I could only whimper in response, my body a desperate tangle beneath his, soaking in every drop he gave me. He released another big load inside me, a hot, thick rush, and then another, filling me until I felt stretched and gloriously full, dripping with him. This went on for what felt like ages, his body a relentless machine, pouring himself into me several times before he finally slowed, utterly spent.

He pulled out, his breathing still heavy, and then, with a surprising practicality, pulled on his boxer briefs. "What do you want heated up?" he asked, already moving towards the door.

I laughed, the sound light and free, still a little dazed. "I want you heated up."

“Sustenance, my love,” Vince said as he smiled. “You need to eat.”

“I still prefer you over food any day of the week!”

He grinned and headed downstairs. He returned a few minutes later, balancing a plate laden with food and two glasses of water. We ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds the clinking of forks against the plate and our occasional sips of water. When we finished, instead of taking the dishes downstairs, he simply left them on the dresser, a silent understanding passing between us.

He shed his boxers again, and I was already on my back, legs spread, waiting. He wasted no time, mounting me once more, his body a familiar comfort. He began to ride me slow and deep at first, then picking up speed, a relentless rhythm that promised another round of intense pleasure. His fingers found my nipples again, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, making me gasp.

"You’re still taking your birth control, right?" he asked, his voice slightly strained with effort as he thrust into me.

"I am," I confirmed, my breath catching as he hit my g-spot with a hard thrust.

"Ummm, are you ovulating?” he pressed, his eyes searching mine.

"I am," I admitted.

Vince paused his thrusts, his breath still heavy against my ear. "Wait," he murmured, a sudden line forming between his brows. "You just finished those antibiotics a few days ago, right? They’re going to  cancel out your birth control pill!”

I met his gaze, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.

"It doesn't matter, Vince," I whispered as I pulled him closer. "I'm a free woman now. And I get to enjoy my boyfriend."

A slow grin spread across his face, the concern in his eyes replaced by a renewed desire. "A free woman, huh?" he rumbled, his thrusts deepening, picking up speed.

The next week was a raw, animalistic plunge into pure sensation. Our days and nights blurred into a constant, desperate tangle of limbs. My bed became a landscape of sweat-slicked skin, the air thick with ragged breaths and the primal rhythm of our bodies slamming together. We devoured each other, tasting every inch. He reveled in drawing out every moan, dragging his teeth across my hardened nipples, pinching and twisting them until they throbbed, making me writhe and beg as I became slick beneath him. We left marks that spoke of a hunger barely contained. We barely slept, consumed by an insatiable need, a cycle of desperate fucking fueled by a freedom we both craved.