Tamed By You (Always & Forever #2)

56. Chapter Fifty-Six

Chapter Fifty-Six

Harry

“… make me yours again.”

Her words are my undoing. I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist and holding her so tightly, fearing this is a dream. All I’ve ever wanted is for Ali to be mine. In London, she felt like she was mine. When she left, she took a part of me with her, leaving a hole in my heart. One I hadn’t realized was there until suddenly she wasn’t there to fill it anymore.

It’s amazing how one person can change your life. How one person has the power to make you feel things you thought you were incapable of feeling. But that’s what she does. I hadn’t realized how much of my own wall I had up. How I was scared to let myself fall for someone, but with her it wasn’t a choice. I couldn’t have stopped it even if I tried. The past couple of months have been a living nightmare, but in the past few weeks little by little, she’s started to come back to me, and now, having her here in my arms wanting me to want her back is all I’ve hoped for, and I’m determined to make this memorable for both of us. I need her to see she is anything but broken. To me she is everything.

I head for the couch, sitting and keeping her on top of me. I meant what I said. She will set the pace. Whatever she wants. I’ve longed for this connection with her again, but I’ll go at whatever pace she’s comfortable with.

Weaving my fingers in her hair I pull her in for a kiss. Letting her know I’m all in with her. Brushing my lips with hers lazily, teasing her tongue with mine, wanting to drag this feeling out. Not wanting to rush. I need her to feel at ease. She pulls away and I worry I’ve pushed her too far but when I look at her hooded eyes, I know she wants this.

“What do you want, Ali baby.” My voice is like gravel, my need evident in just the tone.

“Take off my clothes.” I swallow, my mouth suddenly uncomfortably dry. Conscious not to rush this I hook my fingers beneath the hem of her sweatshirt and lift it above her head. She lifts her arms, and it comes off in one smooth move.

My eyes widen when I notice her staple pink laced bra and my tongue swipes along my bottom lip.

“More,” she whispers. I lift her and place her on her feet once again, hooking my fingers into the hem of her sweatpants and rolling them down her smooth thighs till they reach the ground. She steps out and my eyes travel the length of her body, soaking in every perfect curve of hers. Her matching pink thong has my cock straining painfully against the fabric of my briefs.

“Ali, you are… beautiful, I…” Lost for words I tug her towards me, lifting her back on my lap, holding onto her hips as she cups my face. She places a chaste kiss to my lips and whispers. “Take it off, all of it…”

My hands stroke up her back, dusting her soft skin, goosebumps scattering as I find the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and pulling it away from her body. Her perfectly shaped breasts falling free.

I look up at her eyes, checking this is okay, that we aren’t going too fast. She nods.

“Kiss me,” she asks softly.

“Where? ”

“Here.” She breathes, dragging her hands over her breasts. I pull her close, my tongue peeking out and licking her nipple and she gasps. I suck and swirl over and over again. She cradles the back of my head as her own rolls in pleasure, her blonde waves tickling the back of my hands that hold her in place. Her little moans spur me on, taking the other nipple in my mouth and repeating my movements.

“Yes, more,” she hisses. I suck harder, my arousal growing and no doubt becoming evident as she rocks her hips over my growing cock. With every flick of my tongue, she rotates her hips a little harder, griding down on me and a moan escapes me. I release her nipple and kiss that sensitive spot between her neck and collarbone, peppering kisses up her neck till my mouth finds hers.

“You are perfect, every part of you,” I say between kisses.

“I need you,” she pants.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” I don’t want to mess this up, I need to take my time with her, this is the turning point in our relationship. The chance to heal and put our broken pieces back together. This is where we come back together, not just physically, but emotionally.

“I need you, inside of me… please.”

“I’m yours,” I murmur against her lips. Her soft hands travel down my body, her hips lifting, allowing enough space for her to tug down my sweatpants and briefs, my hard cock springing free. Her chest heaves as she stares, and I lift her chin with my index finger.

“Hey, we can stop anytime. You just say, okay?”

She shakes her head. “No, I’ve never been surer of what I want… you are what I want.”

Her icy blue eyes stare back at my midnight blues, my heart rate reaching an all-time high. At this moment, she has never looked more beautiful. Her eyes sparkle under the New York evening sky. Her natural waves frame her delicate features and not a stitch of make-up graces her face. This, this right here, this is my Ali. The Ali I have fallen so hard for. I want to tell her how I truly feel about her, but I know we need this connection. Get back to us before I utter the words, I am desperate to say. I don’t think she’s quite ready yet, but I’ll wait. I’ll wait forever for her.

She takes my hands in hers, bringing them to her chest and I squeeze gently, her head rolling in pleasure as she closes her eyes. Rubbing the pad of my thumb over her nipples, little pants escape her lips, and it sends a bolt of pleasure through me.

“I love hearing your little moans.”

She pushes my hands down to her hips.

“Touch me.” Her hips rock against my cock, the lace of her underwear causing a friction that intensifies my need for her. I slide my finger inside her panties, feeling how wet and ready she is for me.

“Fuck,” I murmur, burying my head in her neck, sucking on that sensitive spot as I rub circles over her clit. Her body starts to shudder beneath me. I know she’s close, ripples of pleasure washing over her.

“Please, I need you inside me. Take it off.”

I don’t think, I do; I tear the flimsy fabric from her skin like I have so many times before, but this time it feels monumental. Nothing is between us. No layers, no walls, no distance, and we are about to become ever closer. She rises, letting out a breath as she holds my erection and lines me up with her entrance.

“Look at me,” I whisper. She does. A beat passes between us, and we never break eye contact as she slowly slides down on me. Becoming one, connecting in a way we haven’t in so long.

“You okay, baby.” My words are breathless, almost painful as I fight the urge to devour her, knowing we need to take this slow.

“Yes,” she groans.

“Move, baby,” I instruct, wanting her to set the pace. She rocks back and forth, lifting slightly, working her way up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. My head falls back against the couch in pleasure. I watch where we are connected as she moves up and down, moving her hands to brace them against my shoulders. My hands gripping her hips, supporting her as she moves and takes control.

She presses her forehead to mine. “I need you.” Her words are a tiny whimper.

“You’ve got me.”

“I need you to be with me, like before. Don’t treat me like I’m broken, H.”

“You aren’t broken, baby.”

“Then show me…”. Placing a hand to the back of her head, deepening the kiss, my hips lift, meeting her thrusts, tingles of pleasure shoot up my spine as I hold her in place. Our bodies, our souls connecting.

“Fuck I’ve missed you.” My voice is gruff and desperate.

“I’ve missed you too.” “Please don’t push me away again,” I choke out. Feeling so vulnerable in this moment, but I need her to know how I feel.

“I won’t just, please don’t hurt me, promise me, you still want me, scars and all.”

“I promise.” My words are our undoing. She picks up the pace, and I match it. My senses heightened. The music, the glow of the streetlights, her warm body pressed against mine, her coconut scent swirling around us, its heady scent that has my core tightening and ready for release.

“H, I’m gonna…”

“Let go, baby, I’ve got you…” She does, and I follow suit. Shudders of pleasure roll through us, our sweat-streaked bodies fused together as we come down from the most intoxicating high. She collapses on me, our heaving chests and heavy breathing in sync with one another. I hold her as she lays on my chest, still inside her, waiting for our breathing to even out, and I know in this moment she’s mine again. She’s come back to me the way I hoped she would. This was more than just the physical act of sex. This was me proving that nothing has changed, how I see her hasn’t changed. This moment solidifies she trusts me with not just her mind and soul but her body, and her heart. The backs of my fingers stroke up and down her back, the only noise in the room are the faint sounds of the music from the speaker and our light breathing, and I could stay here with her like this forever.

Ali came into my life like an unexpected storm, and when she left, I wondered how I could have ever hated the rain. Without her storm, everything felt dark, and still. Her wild and untamable ways felt like home because I was just as wild as she was. She is without a doubt, my perfect match. The one I want to weather every storm and dark day with, and she feels the same because she came back to me. I promised her that when she was tired of falling, I’d be here to catch her, and now that she has, I’m never letting her go.