Chapter 4 #2
I kissed her then, deep and unhurried, my tongue sliding against hers, bottom lip caught between my teeth before I let go and moved to her throat.
She tilted her head back, and I sucked a mark into the soft skin below her jaw while my hand slipped under the waistband of her underwear and found her wet and swollen and already aching.
“Lucky,” she breathed.
“You know I love when you say my name like that.” I dragged her underwear down her legs and dropped it off the side of the bed.
Then I kissed down the center of her chest, over the soft curve of her belly, and settled between her thighs.
I spread her open with my thumbs and put my mouth on her, tongue flat against her clit, slow at first, just enough pressure to make her gasp and grab a fistful of the sheets.
She tried to close her thighs. I held them open.
I worked her slow, reading every catch of her breath, every roll of her hips, backing off right when her thighs started to tremble and her moans got desperate, then starting again from the beginning.
By the third time she was cursing at the ceiling and grinding up into my face with both hands in my hair.
“Please,” she managed. “Baby, please?—“
I gave her what she was asking for, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking steady until she shook apart under me, her whole body curling forward, a broken cry muffled into the back of her wrist.
I kissed the inside of her thigh and let her breathe for exactly ten seconds.
Then I flipped her over.
I gripped her hips and pulled her back, positioned myself, and pushed in slow, stretching her inch by inch while her breath left her in a long, trembling exhale and her fingers curled into the mattress.
“That’s it,” I growled in her ear. “Take this dick like a good girl.”
I rolled my hips back and drove in again, deeper this time, settling into a slow heavy rhythm, each stroke deliberate, pulling almost all the way out and then sinking back in until my hips were flush against her ass and I could feel her clenching around the base of me.
She buried her face in the pillow. I reached forward, wrapped her hair around my fist, and pulled her head back.
“Don’t hide,” I said low, lips brushing her ear. “You feel how this pussy hugs me? You love me, my baby?”
She nodded, breath ragged. “Yessss.”
“Say it louder.”
“I love you—“ Her voice cracked as I thrust harder, snapping my hips into her, the wet slap of skin filling the room. “Lucky—I love you?—“
“Louder.”
She screamed it, back arching up into me, and I grinned and smacked her ass hard enough to sting, then gripped the reddening skin and used it to pull her back onto me stroke for stroke.
I pressed her flat into the mattress, my full weight behind each thrust now, deep and relentless, her face buried in the pillow to muffle the sounds she couldn’t control. Her whole body jolted forward with the force of it, and she clawed at the sheets trying to find something to hold onto.
I leaned down and kissed her shoulder blade softly. Then I bit it. “You tappin’ out on me already, mama?”
She tried to shake her head, tried to speak, but all she did was moan. That shit went straight to my dick.
I pulled out slow, all the way, felt her clench around nothing, watched her hips chase backward looking for me.
Then I pushed back in inch by inch, deliberate and mean, letting her feel every ridge, every vein, until I was buried to the hilt and her whole body had gone still except for the trembling.
“You gon’ let me put another one in you?” I asked against her neck, lips dragging across her skin as I rolled my hips in a slow grind, staying deep, not stroking, just pressing into that spot until her breath dissolved into something wordless. “This how you want it?”
She cried out, fingers clawing at my thigh, nails breaking skin.
“Nah.” I bit the curve of her neck. “There’s no savin’ you tonight. You knew what you were doin’ in that garage.”
I straightened up, gripped both hips, and started moving again, harder this time, long deep strokes that made the headboard knock against the wall and made her cry my name into the mattress on every one.
Her back arched up off the bed to meet me, spine bowing, ass pressing back like she couldn’t get enough even though her legs were shaking so bad I could see it.
“You mine?” I asked.
“Yes—Lucky, yes.”
“You love me?” I pulled out and flipped her over onto her back, slid back inside before she could catch her breath, and watched her eyes go wide.
I hooked one thigh up over my forearm, opening her wider, changing the angle until I felt the head of me kiss that soft deep spot that made her whole stomach tighten.
Then I held her jaw with my free hand and tilted her face up toward mine. “Say it again.”
“I love you.” Her voice was wrecked, eyes glassy. “I love you, baby, I love you?—“
“I know you do.” I kept my grip on her jaw and my eyes on hers and started moving again, slow rolls of my hips hitting that spot on every stroke, her soft belly rising and falling under me, thighs trembling against my sides.
I bent down and kissed her deep, tongue sliding against hers, swallowing the sounds she made while I fucked her steady and close and hard enough that she had to grab my shoulders just to hold on.
“I love you too. I’m never gon’ stop showin’ you.”
I felt it before she said anything. The way she tightened around me, sudden and clenching, the way her breath stopped and her whole body went rigid. She tried to turn her face into my neck.
She clawed at my back, her eyes rolling, that soft belly bouncing with every stroke. I bent down and kissed her again, long and deep, tongue all in it while I kept fucking her like I was tryna make her soul climb out her body and stay with me forever.
And when I felt her start to shake, when her breath caught and she tried to hide her face, but I didn’t let her.
“Look at me,” I commanded. “Look at me when you cum.”
Her eyes found mine and I held them there, watching every second of it move across her face, feeling her pulse around me in waves, her nails breaking skin at my shoulders, her mouth falling open on a sound that wasn’t a word anymore.
I kept moving through all of it, slow and deep, drawing it out, watching her come apart with her eyes locked on mine.
We were a mess, but we were our kind of mess.