Chapter 30
Worship – what Fender plans to do to Leia for the rest of his life
Fender
Icatch Leia in the hallway and throw her over my shoulder.
“Help! I’m being kidnapped by grumpystiltskin.”
I tap her ass. “Quiet or I’ll spank you.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she snarls but the way she’s wiggling on my shoulder lets me know she’s intrigued by the idea. I file the information away for future use. Not today. Today is about showing her I love her. Not about pushing her boundaries.
I lay her on the bed before covering her with my body. “I’m going to worship every single inch of you with my mouth.”
Her breath catches. “Every single inch?”
I glide my teeth along her neck until I reach her ear and nip the lobe. “Every single inch.”
She squirms beneath me. “This sounds as if it may take some time. You better get started.”
I push up on my elbows to gaze into her sparkling blue eyes. “Impatient?”
“More like curious.” She shrugs and feigns nonchalance. The way she rubs her legs together makes her a liar.
“I love you, Leia, but you are a horrible liar.”
“Am not.”
I grunt.
“I am not.”
I chuckle at her insolence. I usually hate arguments and disagreements, but with Leia, I get off on them. I get off on pretty much everything she does. I’m addicted to her.
I kneel in front of her and grasp the hem of her t-shirt. I snort when I read what it says. So apparently I have attitude.
“Did you wear this when you confronted the paps?”
“What’s wrong with my t-shirt?” she asks proving the saying is appropriate.
I lift the t-shirt up and over her before throwing it on the floor. Her breasts push up against her white bra. No lacey bra today. I don’t give a fuck. Leia could be wearing a ratty robe with her hair up in curlers and she’d still be sexy.
“Can’t lick every inch of you while you’re wearing this. It’s gotta go.”
She lifts her arms above her head. It’s an invitation I can’t refuse. I will never refuse.
I reach around for the opening in the back.
“There’s no fastening.”
“At all?”
“Nope.”
“Challenge accepted.”
I consider ripping the garment off of her but I don’t want to hurt Leia. Instead, I grasp the bottom of the bra before tugging it up her body and over her head.
Her breasts bounce with the movement. I know where I’m going to start worshipping her.
I lick a circle around her nipple while my hand kneads and massages her other breast. Soon enough she’s squirming beneath me. Her hands latch onto my ears and I immediately stop.
“No touching.”
“No touching at all?” She pouts.
“Not until I say you can.”
“But I want to touch your body.”
“And you will.” I pause. “Later.”
“What if I want to touch you now?”
“Do I need to tie your hands to the headboard?” Her mouth drops open and interest sparks in her eyes. “Do you want me to tie your hands?”
“Maybe.”
I lean across her to reach the top drawer of her nightstand where I know she keeps her scarves. I pull out two. “Still with me?”
She responds by reaching her hands above her and latching onto the slats of the headboard. My cock – already hard and ready to get the show on – strains against my zipper.
I quickly tie her wrists, making sure she has some range of movement. I kneel and study her beneath me. Her breasts are jutting out, her nipples hard points aching for my attention, and her legs are crossed as she rubs her thighs together.
She’s a dream. My dream. The dream I denied myself for years after what happened with Vicki. I’m done denying myself what I want. This woman is mine.
I pull her legs apart and kneel in between her thighs. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m a sure thing, grumpy dude. No need to flatter me.”
“Pay attention, Leia. I plan to flatter you as often as I want. And I want to often.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond before I meld my lips to hers. She opens up to me and I dive in. While I explore every inch of her mouth, my hands pluck and pinch at her nipples until her legs wrap around me and she rubs her core against my cock.
If she continues this, I’m going to come in my jeans. I refuse to come in my jeans.
I end the kiss to ask, “Do I need to tie your legs up?”
She immediately stops rubbing. “No.”
“You sure? There are more scarves.”
She contemplates her answer for a moment before saying, “I’m sure.”
“Then, behave and lay still.”
“How am I supposed to lay still when your hands are on me?”
“You enjoy my hands on you?” She nods and I trail a finger from her wrist up to her shoulder. “This way?” I draw my other hand from her waist to the underside of her breast. “Or this way?” I trace a finger around her areola. “Or how about this?” I ask as I pinch her nipple.
Her head falls back and she moans. “Yes.”
“Don’t move your legs,” I warn before covering her breast with my mouth. I begin to suck and lick her.
She squirms beneath me but she doesn’t move her legs.
“Good girl,” I mutter against her skin which puckers in response. “I think you deserve a reward.”
“I do. I definitely do.”
I chuckle as I unsnap her shorts and draw the zipper down. I pull her shorts and her panties down her hips and off her legs.
Leia’s laid out in front of me with no clothes except for the scarves around her wrists. My heart pounds in my chest as satisfaction sweeps through my body. This is my woman. The one I love. The one I plan to keep forever.
The one I’m going to plant babies in when she’s ready. I hope she’s ready soon. Isla needs a little sister who’s a carbon copy of Leia.
I draw my hands up her inner legs until I reach her core.
“Spread your legs for me, firecracker.”
She opens up wide for me and I fit my shoulders between her legs. I kiss my way up her thighs until I’m nearly at her center when I discover a freckle. I kiss it.
“You have a little freckle. Right here.” I kiss it again. “It’s mine now.”
“You can have it if you quit messing around.”
“Messing around? You don’t enjoy messing around in bed with me?”
She glares down at me. “You know what I mean.”
“I do?”
I trace a finger up and down her outer lips. She moans and her head falls back. “Do you mean this?”
I open her lips and circle her clit with my thumb. “Or this?”
I sink a finger into her. “Or this?”
She moans. “Yes, the last one.”
I pump my finger in and out of her a few times. “This way?”
“More.”
I remove my finger and her eyes fly open. I lick my finger and her eyes flare.
“I said I was going to worship every inch of you with my mouth. Time to get started.”
I rub my nose up and down her core before I latch onto her clit with my mouth and suck. Her back bows off the bed. I place an arm around her waist to keep her where I want her. And then it’s time to feast.
I lick and suck at her clit until I figure out which movements make her squirm and which make her breath hitch. Once I have those clues memorized, I go about driving her crazy.
She pulls on her restraints as she thrashes from side to side. I don’t want her thrashing. I want her calling my name. Begging me for release.
I pluck and pinch at her nipples while my mouth continues to torture her clit.
“Fender,” she groans.
I grunt and her thighs tremble.
“Please,” she pleads.
I grunt again.
“Please. Please. Please,” she chants.
I spear her with two fingers and her walls immediately convulse around me as she comes. “Yes!”
I lift my head to watch as the pleasure rolls through her. It’s a sight I want to see every day for the rest of my life. She’s a sight I want to see every day for the rest of my life.
I feel pre-cum gather on my cock. I grit my teeth. My cock will get his chance. But Leia comes first. She will always come first.
I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her as she rides out her orgasm. When she collapses on the bed, I get to my feet. Her eyes pop open to watch me as I undress.
“Is it my turn to lick every inch of your body?” she asks.
I grunt.
“I want to lick your tattoos.”
I’m afraid my cock will go on strike if he doesn’t get a chance to bury himself in her soon. “Next time.”
I finish undressing and lay on top of her before hitching my cock at her entrance.
She wraps her legs around me and flips me onto my back. I lift my brow at her and she raises her hands – scarves and all – in the air.
“I say this time.”
“How?”
She grins. “Isla went through a Masked Magician phase.”
I should have known my firecracker wouldn’t stay where I told her to.
“My turn,” she says before her lips meet my chest and she begins to kiss and lick my tattoos while rubbing her core over my cock.
“You have two minutes before I take charge.”
Her eyes sparkle in challenge. “You can try.”
I bark out a laugh. I’ve never had this much fun in bed with a naked woman before. I guess this is how it feels to love someone.
I thread my hands through her hair and yank to lift her head. “Love you, firecracker.”
Her eyes warm and her face goes soft. “Love you, too, grumpy face.”
All the shit with Vicki. All the sorrow. It was worth it to get to this moment. I’m never letting Leia go.