Chapter Six #2
His breath pelts my lips as he kisses me, every stroke of his tongue against mine sending me reeling higher and higher. The only things keeping me from floating away are my nails in his back and his weight on top of me.
"Look at me," he rasps.
I force my eyes open. They lock on his face.
"Keep them on me, Dimples," he orders as he notches himself at my entrance. "I want you to know this is real when I'm inside you. I want you to see me branding the feel of my cock into this pretty little cunt."
As if I could doubt that this is real. My dreams never got it quite right.
They didn't get his weight on top of me, or the exact shade of need in his eyes.
They didn't get the way my entire body hums and sings, and my heart feels lodged in my throat.
My dreams were a sad simile, lacking depth, color, and dimension. But this right now? This is real.
He sinks into me with a low groan, his gaze tangled with mine, and I feel him in my soul again, the same damn way I did three years ago. Only, he takes up so much more space now because I gave it all to him somewhere along the way.
The little pieces I held in reserve three years ago, the ones I was too damn scared to give away fell to him somewhere over the last three years.
Even when he wasn't here, he claimed them.
That's why I haven't been able to move on.
That's why it's always been him. Because he was still in there, burrowing into every damn corner and making them his home.
"Christ, Dimples." He dips his head, his forehead resting against mine. "You're strangling my cock with that perfect little cunt."
"I know," I choke out, caught between heaven and hell.
Heaven because it's so damn good. Hell because it's not nearly enough.
He's splitting me open at the seams, pouring himself into the cracks, and it's not enough.
I want more. Harder. Deeper. Until we both crack and break.
Until we're something new. Not the Paisley and Ridley we were three years ago.
Not the Paisley and Ridley we have been since then.
But some new, unshakable version of ourselves.
"Ridley, please," I plead.
"Please what?"
"Fuck me!"
He slips his hand beneath my ass, gripping my cheeks.
I sob in ecstasy when he uses his grip on me to yank me onto his cock.
"Like this, baby?" he growls, sinking into me all the way to the hilt.
He doesn't pause to give me time to adjust. He just cants his hips back and then yanks me onto him again. "Is this how you want me?"
"Harder," I gasp, freewheeling into ecstasy. "Deeper."
"Fuck." His grip on me tightens, his jaw clenching. And then he slams into me with so much force, it scoots me across the floor. "Like this, Dimples? Is this how you need me?"
"Yes!" I claw down his back, not caring if I leave marks behind. I hope I do. I want him to wear me, to look in the mirror and remember that this part of him will always be mine. Property of Paisley.
He fucks me until I can't breathe, his hips crashing into mine again and again.
Words of praise spill from his lips in a broken litany.
"So fucking beautiful… So perfect… Christ, baby, I can't breathe…
You're ruining me with this pretty pussy and those big brown eyes…
Missed you so fucking much…" His lips wrap around my nipple again.
"So sweet… God, you're so goddamn sweet.
How did I survive without this? How, Paisley? "
Tears well in my eyes as his words wash over me in a healing flood. They hurt to hear because I know he means them, and I know he's been hurting too. We lost so much damn time, so much when we could have had this. And for what?
Because what's between us felt too big for either of us. Because…because we were both too damn afraid. I'm still afraid, so damn scared. Loving him might ruin me. But being without him certainly will.
"Don't think," he croons, his forehead against mine. "Don't think, Dimples. Just feel for me."
I tip my head back in a silent demand for a kiss.
He gives it to me without hesitation. And his mouth does what I couldn't. It silences the roar of my mind. I fall into him, get lost in the way he fucks me again and again. There's no fear here now. There's just him and me and this moment.
He wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing ever so gently.
I shatter with a sharp cry of relief, splintering apart on his cock.
He roars my name when he feels it, fucking me without rhythm. His hips slam into mine once and then again and again. On the fourth strike, my name leaves his lips in a broken groan of surrender. His cock jerks inside me, and then I feel him spilling into me in hot splashes.
It seems to go on forever as he trembles on top of me, chanting my name like a prayer. He spills out of me, running down the crevice of my ass and my thighs in a mess of sticky fluids and perfection.
I moan my way through every second of it, my eyes locked on his face and the stark pleasure stamped across every gorgeous line.