Chapter 65: Slip of the Tongue

-Molly's POV-

The house was dark when we pulled up, but I wasn't sure if that even mattered to me. My body was throbbing like it was one large organism, and I wanted nothing more than to feel Scott buried deep inside me.
I was aching so badly that I didn't know if I could do anything but whimper at that moment.
Scott seemed to feel the same way. He pulled the car around back, parking in the small graveled driveway right in front of his house.
"Get inside," Scott demanded in a husky tone.
I shoved the car door open and hurried inside of his house, not even noticing if I remembered to shut it or not.
I hadn't even reached his bedroom before his hands were on me.
He jerked me against his chest, making the breath rush out of my lungs before his mouth caught it. His swept inside, touching and tasting, dualing with my own until I didn't even think I could remember how to breathe.
His hands reached down and jerked up the bottom of my dress until it was scrunched around my waist.
Hoping for this to happen, I had not bothered to wear underwear, and I was so glad I had made that decision.
He grabbed my wrists and pushed them above my head. It was such a wonderful reminder of the day I accepted him as my Dom. The two moments mixed and fanned the fires of my passion. I didn't have to ask whether or not he wanted me to move; I knew the answer and stayed still as his mouth moved down my body.
He jerked the top down to free my breasts for his hungry mouth. I moaned happily as his mouth found one aching nipple, then the other, nibbling, teasing, and tasting them until my body arched closer to him.
He stood and pulled off his shirt, not caring that the buttons flew everywhere when he did. He stripped off his pants before pressing his body against mine once more. I rejoiced in the way our bodies pressed together and the feeling of his hard, unyielding chest against my own. His hands slid under my backside and pulled me up against his body.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," Scott demanded huskily.
Immediately, I did as he asked, whimpering as the position put the tip of his cock right where I wanted him to be. He easily slid between the puffy folds and bumped against my aching distended clit.
My head fell against the door as I cried out to him. "Oh, god! Master, that feels so amazing!"
"Mmmm, I loved it as well. God, you are so hot and wet. I love it..." Scott groaned in my ear.
My hips jerked forward, eager for more. Scott's shaft rubbed against my clit again, and pleasure slammed into me. I couldn't help but grind myself against him, wanting to feel more.
"Yes, my beautiful sub. Bring yourself pleasure on my cock. Harder, little on. Harder and faster, I need to hear you scream my name," Scott demanded.
I whimpered but nodded and rotated my hips on him. My body shook with need as I ground my clit against his cock to seek the pleasure he demanded from me. Scott groaned and repeatedly whispered for me to cum for him.
"Cum now, Molly. Cum for your Master," he growled in my ear.
He reached between us and moved his cock until it was pressed against my dripping slit. In one swift movement, he slammed into me, triggering the orgasm to explode through me so fast and hard.
I screamed his name and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to hold on.
Scott chuckled huskily. "You're gonna pay for that one, baby girl."
I vaguely heard him through the blood pumping through my ears, but I didn't care about the warning either way. The pleasure never stopped as he continued to move hard and fast, thrusting inside me. My body tightened around him, pulling at him and trying to hold him tightly inside me.
I felt so full... so connected to him. I loved the way it felt when he was buried inside me. I opened my eyes slightly to watch him as my body gave him pleasure... it was truly a beautiful moment.
Waves of emotions rushed through me as I stared at him. Tenderness, joy, caring... love. Slowly, Scott opened his eyes as if he could feel my gaze on him. Our eyes locked as the pleasure rose and broke over me. I cried out his name and rode the sweet sensations as they slammed into me over and over again.
"God, you are so beautiful when you come apart in my arms, my sweet one. I love watching it. I loved being the one to bring it to you," Scott groaned.
Words spilled from me before I could stop them. "I love you, Scott."
Before my eyes, Scott's face went from scrunched in pleasure to wide in shock, then in fear, before he jerked out of me in a panic. With a shout, he poured himself out over our stomachs.
I could feel the warmth spread across my stomach, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was shocked and horrified that my feelings had been spilled out. Especially since Scott had not expressed them to me first.
It grew worse when Scott did not say anything.
He slowly lowered me to the ground before sweeping me into his arms and carrying me to the bedroom.
He laid me gently on the bed before heading to the bathroom. I could hear him rustle around there, but every second that he stayed silent, the more my stomach twisted in fear, horror, and regret.
I wish I hadn't said anything, but it just slipped out. The words had just popped out of my mouth, and I couldn't help that they did. But right now, I wanted to take them back more than anything.
Scott returned from the bathroom with a rag in his hand that I knew from experience would be damp and warm, perfect for cleaning me up without making me cold.
It was clear that Scott was making sure I was taken care of first before any of his needs were addressed. He was always so thoughtful and kind, assuring that I had been taken care of the best he could. That had always been comforting to me in the past. But this time, it felt different, or maybe it was me that was different.
I did not protest as he took his time to clean me up. I just let him do as he wanted until he was done.
Then... I ran.
I couldn't specify why I ran, except that the brewing silence was more than I could handle. I was scared that was true. But even more than that, I was hurt. I was hurt so deeply by Scott's silence, and I could not stay there a moment longer.
I raced to my room, the rocks hurting my bare feet, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Why didn't he say it back? Should I have even wanted him to say it back?
I did. I realized with a whimper as I hit the bedroom door. I really badly wanted to hear Scott Monroe tell me how much he loved him. I wanted his love to match my own.
But that was not going to happen.
I suddenly really badly wished that I had not said anything.