Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
HONESTY
Omar
It’s still raining hard when we park in front of the house and make a mad dash to the door.
“Oh my God, it’s so cold.” She shivers when we’re in the foyer. Water drips off her in a steady stream onto the tile floor. “Let’s take everything off down here so we don’t get the stairs wet.”
“No fucking way,” I retort. I kick my sneakers off and lift her by the knees, throwing her over my shoulder. “The rain stole my thunder once already tonight. I’ll be damned if I don’t get to strip you naked myself.”
Her scream turns into a laugh as I take the stairs two at a time until we’re on the third floor. I kick my bedroom door open and set her on her feet. She pushes wet hair out of her face and turns to look around the room. It’s the only room in my house that I’ve decorated.
“Mm-hmm.” She kicks off her shoes and saunters her sweet ass over to my bed to run her fingertips over the black paint that covers the wall behind it and crawls onto the mattress to get a closer look at the map of the Polynesian South Pacific, where the islands Fiji, Tonga, and American Samoa sit in a nearly perfect scalene triangle formation.
“Did you commission this?” she asks and turns eyes wide with awe and appreciation my way.
“Yes. I know it’s really specific to me, and whoever buys this place will probably cover it up. I move so much that honestly, nowhere has really felt like home. But the first time I went to Tonga—I was eight or nine—I felt it. And so I’ve had this painted on a wall in every house I’ve ever lived in to ground me, you know?”
“Yes and no. For me, people represent home more than any place ever could. And this is exactly what I imagined your bedroom would be—virile, lux, dark, vibrant.”
I pull my soaked T-shirt over my head. “What else did you imagine?”
She looks up from her perusal of the bed, and the smile on her face falters. “I imagined your body would be perfect, but I don’t think I expected to think it was beautiful.”
“It’s not. It’s definitely not what it used to be. I’ve got scars galore, a chronicle of all my injuries. Getting old is a bitch.”
“I hear the alternative is even worse,” she quips. “That’s what makes it beautiful. And strong. I can’t wait to touch you.”
“Touché.” I unbutton my jeans. “I want to know more about what you imagined. You’ve waited a long time. I want to make sure I give you a night you’ll always remember.”
“You already have.” She shivers.
“I’m sorry. Let me get you a towel.” I turn for the bathroom.
“I’m not cold, I’m excited. I don’t want a towel.”
“What do you want, Jules?”
“Thank you for asking.” She smiles, and I melt. “More than anything? I want it to be honest, and I want it to feel as good as everything else between us.”
That’s not what I expected her to say, but I think I understand what she means.
I give the voice command so that all the lights in the bedroom come on in the dimly lit room.
“Come here.” I crook my finger at her.
“Okay. Are we going to keep these lights on the whole time?” She walks toward me slowly.
I nod. “The whole time. No hiding. No shadows. Just us. Now lift your arms.”
She does it without asking why, and I grab the small hem of her T-shirt and pull it over her head, and she lets her arms fall back to her side.
She’s got on a strapless black lace bra. Her skin is as luminescent as I remember from that night more than a month ago in her flat. I run my palms down her damp shoulders and skim them down her back to find the clasp of her lingerie. I unsnap it, and she brings her arms up to catch it.
“Are we going to be completely naked?”
“Yes. All night.” I tug at the elastic back strap of her bra, and she moves her hands to let it fall away. I loosen her skirt at the waist, and it slides over her hips and down her long legs to land in a pool of lace and tulle at her feet.
I stand then and pull off my jeans, kicking them aside so we’re on equal footing.
Her eyes drop to my waistband where the head of my dick is peeking out.
She’s silent, her gaze riveted and following my hands as I pull my boxers down and kick them aside. I cup my heavy, aching balls and squeeze.
“Oh, my.” She places a hand in the center of her rapidly rising and falling chest, and her tongue darts out. “That is…a lot.”
I grin, pleased as fuck that she looks excited and not scared. “Wait until you feel it inside of you.” I nod at the bed. “Sit down on the edge.”
She backs up until she reaches the bed and perches her sweet ass on the edge. Her wide, curious eyes are everywhere—my chest, my abs, my dick, my thighs.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m not. I can’t. I’m just…excited,” she admits with a smile that’s growing wider by the second.
I kneel in front of her, and she gasps, her knees press together, and she scoots back. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to take your panties off and feast my eyes on your pussy before I eat it.” I put a hand on each of her thighs and blow out a sharp breath. “Your skin is incredible.” I slide my hands down to her knees, pull them apart, and stare at what I’ve earned.
“You’re going to take them off…like, completely?”
“Completely.” I nod and meet her eyes.
They’re bright with all the right things: curiosity, lust, excitement, trust.
“I’ve never?—”
“Take your time.” I lean away, giving her space to maneuver, and she puts a hand on my shoulders to stop me from going too far.
“Are you sure you want to look?”
“ Very.”
“Okay.” She tugs them down to her thighs, and I pull them the rest of the way. Her pussy is thatched with dark hair. I spread her thighs again and marvel that I’m the first man to do so. The knowledge kills my cool. I surge up, press her back on the bed, and cover her body with mine.
Her arms loop around my neck as I claim her mouth in a kiss that’s been building since the first time I laid eyes on her.
I’m lost to the world the instant my tongue breaches her lips and tastes the intoxicating spice of ginger beer and sweetness that’s all her.
I could kiss her all night, and I promise myself that one day, I will. But I’m too aroused to even consider taking more time than absolutely necessary tonight. I pull my mouth from hers and move to her neck.
“Oh, I love that.” She arches her throat and spears her fingers into my hair, keeping them there as my lips discover the delicate symmetry of her collarbones and shoulders. I pay attention to what her hands do, lingering in the places where they grip my head, moving on when she relaxes them.
“Omar, oh God,” she pants when my mouth moves to the small swell of her right breast. I kiss my way to the center of each one, savoring the new flavors and textures on my way to her hard, plump nipples.
“So damn perfect,” I mutter before I pull one into my mouth. Her whole body bows beneath me. The soft hair between her legs tickles my waist. I brace my body on one arm and use the other to part her thighs while I kiss my way down her body until I’m kneeling between them.
Her lithe body undulates, she rocks her hips up, and I get my first peek at paradise. I settle onto my stomach and grip her hips to pull her down to my face. I part her pussy with my fingers and drag them through the moisture that’s already there. “You’re wet.”
“In the only way that matters,” she answers, and I look up.
Our eyes meet, and something more than lust pulses between us.
I’ve never been here before—where my feelings are leading the way, and not my libido. I’m not worried about my performance, because this isn’t a show. This is us finding a new way to communicate. When my hands slide over her skin, it’s not just my fingers that get to feel the warmth of her affirming energy—it travels over the network of emotions we’ve been building for the last month that connects my heart and my brain to my cock.
I’m the fucking Mastermind all right. Somehow, I convinced this goddess to trust me with the things she’s never trusted to anyone before.
She’s spread out on my voluminous white duvet, as wide open as I am. And bare as the day the world was blessed by her arrival. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed. Her lips are puffy from my kisses. I lean down to run my tongue over them, and her eyes flutter open.
“Hi, you.” Her smile wrinkles the corners of her eyes, and she strokes a hand over the back of my head.
“Hey.” My grin is stupidly big, too. I don’t want to have my face buried between her thighs and not be able to see what she looks like when she’s unraveling.
I flop down on the bed beside her, turn on my back, and hold up my palm. “Lick it.”
She inhales sharply at the command but doesn’t hesitate to lean forward and drag her tongue up my hand. “Good girl.” I wrap it around my dick and make a fist. It’s hot, so fucking hard and ready. “Now, come straddle my face and sit on my mouth.”
“Hell, yeah I will.” She grins and clamors into position. I start pumping my cock as soon as she opens over my face. I stick my tongue out to flick at the lips. She moans, “Yes.” And then she braces her arms on my headboard and settles onto my waiting mouth. I don’t take my eyes off her exquisite face as she discovers how much pleasure she can stand. She goes from smiling, to moaning, to a greedy grimace in less than five minutes.
“Stay there, right there, please.” She grunts and palms her breast, tweaking her mouthwatering nipples hard as she starts to come. Her mouth opens on a silent scream, and I lift her off my mouth and down to my hips. Her entire body is trembling, and she rests her palms flat on my chest, moans, gasps, and makes the most mind-blowingly sexy faces while she comes. I fist my aching cock, gliding the head of it back and forth across her slick skin and reach to the bedside table for a condom. I tear it open and slip it on before I lift her and set her down over me. “Rest on your knees, baby.”
“Okay.” She does, and I line myself up with her entrance and press up with a small nudge.
Her eyes open, and our gazes lock.
“You ready?”
She licks her lips. “Very.”
I press up, and she’s so soft, so wet that I breach her with my entire head before I meet resistance. She closes her eyes, and her hands curl into fists on my chest. The sting of her nails into my skin is fucking heaven, and my entire body is a long circuit of pleasure.
“Now slide down onto me. I’ll press up, but I want you to take it as slowly as you need. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nods, bites her lip, and closes her eyes as she rotates her hips until I’m balls deep inside the tightest, sweetest grip I’ve ever felt. It’s too good. I’m not going to last.
I was going to let her ride tonight, but only because I thought it would be easier for her. But she’s so wet and ready, and I’m desperate to fuck.
I sit up and wrap my arms around her. “Hook your legs around my waist.”
“Okay,” she pants in my ear. I roll us, sliding out a little but keeping us connected. I brace on my forearms on either side of her face. “I’m close, it’s going to be fast this time. But I promise, we’ve got all night.”
“We do?”
“Absolutely.”
I press a kiss on her lips and push the hair that sweat has slicked to her skin away and nod. “Thank you for letting me be your first.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for outdoing my imagination,” she returns. I wink.
“Hold on tight and tell me if it’s too much, okay?” She nods rapidly. “Okay, baby.” I press my face into her neck and let my hips loose. She’s so tight but slippery wet. I thrust up and up, and my orgasm is breathing down my neck. I fuck her as slowly as I can until I can’t hold it anymore.
“Break, Break, Break…” she chants.
“Break what?” I lift up so I can see her face.
“Everything. Me,” she begs. “Then put it all back together.”
I nod, then groan as pleasure shoots a lightning trail through me straight to my balls. “Jules, fuck, I’m…ughhh, fuck.”
Her eyes pop open, and I explode. The force of my release snaps my head back. I close my eyes and see a thousand colors at once. I hear myself shouting, but my mind is blown, and all I can truly do is feel. When I open my eyes again, she’s sprawled out, her arms thrown to the sides, her eyes wide and staring at the ceiling, chest heaving and mouth open. I sit up and look down at her. Her lips are moving a little. “Jules, are you okay?”
She blinks hard, and her eyes focus on me. “Holy shit. I—That felt amazing.”
“I know.” I flop back down, relieved and exhausted and so damn happy.
“Is it always like that?”
“No. No, it’s not.”
Not ever. I’m fucked.
I’m glad I followed my instincts and pulled the brakes on a physical relationship. That wasn’t just the hottest sex I’ve ever had, I’ve never smiled so much during sex that my face hurt.
Reena might have been right. This could be… something. Neither of us are looking for it, but we’re both mature adults, and we’ll figure it out.
I know there are layers to this woman I can’t even see yet. I want to pull each one back slowly, so that when I finally find that warm center of her, we’ll both be ready for whatever comes next.