Rebuilding the Trust

When I firsw hiw him in five years, I felt extremely sorry for him. I’d missed him so much, that’s what urged me to find him all these years later. I was selfish, thinking about my feelings. What I’ve been through these last couple of years isn’t even a fraction of what he’s been through.

I’ve apologised a million times, and he’s seemed to accept it. He tells me he understands why I pushed him away. He tells me that he deserved it. He didn’t. How could I hurt someone I loved so much?

OK, maybe I should rewind. My name is Phoebe Halliwell and the man I’m talking about is Cole Turner. Destiny never gives him any slack; he’s the most tortured soul I know. And, unfortunately, I’ve contributed a little towards that.

You’re magical, right? The person reading this, I mean. Yeah, you. You know about the Charmed Ones? I’m sure you know a lot, but not everything. Maybe you know how after I vanquished Cole, he’s kept trying to convince me to take him back. Then I briefly fell in love with a guy named Miles, who was shot.

Then Cole left. He must’ve given up, though I don’t blame him. I’m awfully stubborn sometimes. He left for LA, which was the last I heard of him. Until I went looking for him five years later.

And when I found him, he told me what happened next. After LA, he moved to Seattle. Nearly got over me, met someone who he later married. Cole’s only mentioned her once to me. What was her name? Mayra. That’s it.

He met Mayra, became friends with her. Though once they got drunk and slept together. Conceived their daughter, her name’s Alyssa. They didn’t really love each other intimately, but I guess the general care for a friend was enough love. They got married.

Like I said before, Cole only told me once. I don’t know how it happened, Cole didn’t say and I didn’t really ask. Mayra was shot and Cole, yet again, was left alone. Though he had Alyssa, his daughter. Moved to Australia. I guess he needed to be a long way away from all his pain.

So that’s where I am now. Australia. I moved here, hoping Cole would take me back. I didn’t know he had a daughter, and when I first found out he did, I just assumed he had someone. Then I found out about Mayr
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Thank god, but he did. Take me back, that is. I guess he still loves me. There’s a lot of trust to be rebuilt, but we’ll get there. Eventually. He’s awfully distant, but we’ll overcome that during time.

Did I mention how romantic he is? He gave me the reddest rose I have ever seen and led me to his room. The sheets were silky, and were a strong purple colour. Candles dimly lit the room and he looked so handsome. He looked into my eyes, and I looked into his. The love was still there.

He bent down to kiss me, and then it hit me. His lips were the same as I remembered, but this time it was a lot stronger. It had been five years, and I barely remembered how good it felt. I continued kissing him, my hands wrapped around him. My head was spinning, feeling overtaken that my knees were weak. I had no idea how I didn’t collapse.

I felt safe again, loved again. We broke away from the kiss, needing to breathe. He stared at me again, and I melted… this was going to be a long night. I had waited so long for this.

“I love you,” I whispered to him
“I love you too, and tonight I’m going to show you how much I’ve missed you” Cole grinned

“Sounds nice” I smiled but by then Cole had already started to kiss my neck. I remembered earlier timehe hhe hours we would make love. The sweet gifts, the continuous flirting and the feelings of love that meant only one thing – Cole was my soul mate. We never grew bored, we could communicate without saying things. It was something unique.

My moans no longer were suppressed and I groaned heartily as Cole rubbed my breasts through my thin top. Already in ecstasy I was breathing heavily. I couldn’t believe it! He hadn’t even taken off my clothes and I was already wild with desire.

He slipped my top off and he placed a hand under my chin and I looked into his eyes. I remember his eyes being blue, but not *that* blue!

“My darling” he smiled to me “We have hardly started and already you’re a wild goddess”
“I haven’t been touched by you in so long that every move is overwhelming”

Cole smiled, and silently continued his work. Soon I was completely naked and so was he. I’d dreamed of this for the last couple of years and was frantic for his touch but he was keen on doing it slowly.

He dipped his hands lower and stroked my pubic hairs. His fingers dipped into my folds and I moaned loudly.

“Cole..” I moaned slowly “Aah, mm”

I held onto him as he pleasured me inch by inch. I needed to return the favour! I reached for his erect cock...

“No, Phoebe” he said, stopping me.
“Why…” I whined
“Not yet. Patience, baby”

I grunted my disapproval. I wanted him, I needed him so badly. He wouldn’t give in.

Finally he stopped his caressing, and guided his cock to my opening. I swear he was tormenting me as he just hovered there, looking at me.

“Cole!” I moaned
“Patience is a virtue” he smiled “I like looking at you. You’re so beautiful”
“Moaning in agony?”
“Even when you’re moaning in agony,” he grinned

Then he withdrew, and started caressing me again. Damn it! I needed him, and I was withering with desire. He cupped my breasts in his hands, and my erect nipples strained against his gentle hands.

“Cole, baby, now..” I moaned

He ignored me.

I knew my pussy was wet. I would come right then if he did slip inside of me! Or at least lap me up, and eat me. Though Cole wasn’t really one to eat pussy. He preferred to do it the “classical way”, I think he called it. Though that was so long ago, maybe he’d changed.

I opened my eyes because he had stopped his movements. He was just looking at me.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked
“What do you think?” I smiled
“I can only imagine” he grinned “Naughty girl”

He slowly slipped inside of me. I swear I nearly passed out in ecstasy. I clung to him as he slowly moved in and out. I franticly searched for his lips and kissed him.

As I reached climax, his cell phone rang in his jacket, which had been discarded on the floor. He groaned, and don’t know if it was from pleasure, or from being annoyed at the timing of whoever had rang.

I begged him with my eyes not to stop, and he didn’t, and soon the phone stopped ringing. I climaxed, feeling indescribable. I hadn’t felt anything like it for 5 years, though because it’d been so long it seemed like the most pleasurable orgasm I had ever had.

He was on the edge, cock hot and hard inside of me. He screamed, and filled me with his hot, sticky liquid. We rode on, so to speak, until the pleasure subsided.

As we quietened down, we also heard Cole’s daughter crying from the next room. The baby’s cries were loud. Then the phone rang again.

“Answer it” I yawned, snuggling under the blanketsonsionsistent bad” hd” he grinned and kissed me “No, I wont”
“Then at least go to your daughter. She’s crying” I laughed “Is she a bastard?”
“Of course not” he grumbled “She’ll survive until the morning”

“Cole!” I shrieked, playfully hitting him
“Alright, alright” he grumbled some more, getting out of bed. He grabbed his cell phone, answered but didn’t even put the phone to his ear. He hung up instantly.

“You’re very rude” I laughed as he continued on to the second distraction. I wondered what the impatient man would do, so I followed him, grabbing the sheet and walking out wondering how long until we could get in bed again.