Chapter 28
Chapter twenty-eight
Reeve Hardy
Electric Feel — Chase Eagleson
I zoom in on the golden-framed mirror across the room.
There’s something Winona isn’t saying, and I know her well enough to know it’s keeping her mind occupied.
I jump out of bed and pace toward her.
She stands in front of the full-length mirror, lost in her endless thoughts, while I admire every inch of her.
Her heavy breasts fall against her ribcage, making me want to cup them in my hand and squeeze until she whimpers.
I wish I were her ribcage, close to her heart and beneath the warmth of those gorgeous breasts.
She’s hauntingly beautiful—it’s a sin not to worship the ground she walks on.
Silvery stretch marks cover her skin, creating ocean-like patterns that extend from her shoulders to the thickness of her thighs.
I bite my lip every time I think about kissing and marking her for hours. She’s so fucking mine, and nothing will change that, nor will a soul come between us. She’s embedded in the depths of my existence.
Electricity sparks between us, and my fingertips tingle with excitement as I come to stand behind her.
“Are you watching that gorgeous girl in the mirror, too?” I push my naked body against her back and sneak my arms around her taut belly.
I caress her ribs, grinning when she shivers.
“Fuck, she’s perfect,” I whisper into her ear, my hand drops down to rub her glistening clit, and two fingers slip into her center as she watches breathlessly in the mirror.
Her lips part around a soft moan as she twists her nipple and moves my hand back down to tease her clit with little circles. My baby is overstimulated, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go unless she asks me to.
Up and down, her hips grind against my hands, searching and begging for them. She’s carved perfectly to fit against me.
“Whose hands do you belong to?” I add a third finger and drive them all deeper. “Tell me.”
She hums softly. “You.”
“That’s right.” My gaze doesn’t stray from the mirror, locked on my girl like lasers as I watch her writhing body. “Good girl.” I slide my fingers out, smirking at the grunt of frustration she lets out.
“I’m so mad.”
“Take me to bed,” I whisper. “Let it all out on me.”
“Can I touch you?” The glow in her eyes is both playful and pleased.
I gulp hard. “Yes.”
“You deserve to be kissed, too. Everywhere.”
My heart accelerates as soon as she finishes her words.
What did I do to deserve her?
She takes my hand and leads me back to bed, gently pushing my shoulders down until I sit on the edge.
Her hands fly up to cup my face, her thumb gently stroking my scar. An affectionate grin pulls at the corners of her mouth, and my hands curve around her lush thighs.
Everything quiets.
My fully erect cock jerks between us, ready for her.
She leans in to kiss me, her silky lips pressing against mine before working their way down my jaw, collarbone, chest, and stomach.
She doesn’t skip my scars, and my chest rises and falls quickly. Desperate, I buck my hips up, but her palms press against my thighs and push them back down.
“Good boy,” she praises, her fingertips brushing my happy trail.
Oh fuck.
I just short-circuited.
Someone’s going to be my undoing.
Can’t say I’m surprised.
My cock twitches again as her grabby hands run along the veins in my arms.
I know my girl has a hand kick. She’s had it since I met her, when I caught her eyeing me while she thought I wasn’t looking.
My nostrils flare. My hips search for something to press against. She climbs onto the bed behind me and gives my back the same treatment.
I close my eyes and surrender to her.
“I love your scars… I love your tattoos,” she whispers against my skin, kissing each.
“I love you,“ I reply. “Do you recognize that dragon?”
“No…” Her voice trails off, questioning.
“I collected every drawing you threw away for years. If you think this is not a good sketch, take a second look. It’s from your favorite movie.”
She stays silent for a moment. I draw circles on her thigh, feeling her body melt into my back, inviting me into her warm embrace.
A small hand sneaks around my waist to grip the base of my cock, starting to stroke up and down.
She applies the right amount of pressure, and I let out a groan in her grasp.
Her thumb plays with each piercing, toying with my fervid body. She flicks them up and down, to the sides, testing each one like buttons in a controller, and I lose my fucking mind.
Beads of precum decorate the head of my cock. She smears it up and down my length, and I thrust into her hand in frustration.
I groan.
I’m so hard and desperate to claim my wife again and again. I fist the sheets in an attempt to let out some aggression. I can’t get enough, but I can’t break her either. I fucking want to.
“Winona…” I grind my teeth. “There’s so much I can take,” I grip her wrist, and she squeals as I pull her to my lap. She lies in my arms, grinning from ear to ear, eyeing my long, thick cock and the multiple piercings adorning it.
“But I haven’t kissed your sweet ass yet,” she claims, and I chuckle in amusement at her mischievous tone.
“Let’s give your gorgeous lips another task,” I announce with a wicked smile.
The blue hues of dawn emerge in the sky, seared by a line of muted orange.
With her wrists cuffed, I carry her to the balcony and help her kneel in the center of the couch. My cock jerks as it skims her soft skin for a brief moment.
I lift her chin with two fingers.
Her eyes burn like shooting stars.
Her neck and legs are covered with bite marks, and I smile wickedly at the stunning view.
I crouch down and spread her thighs apart. Her pussy lips swollen, slit wet with anticipation. One hand rubbing her clit, the other gripping her throat. She squirms as I kiss her forcefully, squeezing her throat and swallowing her moans of pleasure.
She needs to come.
I can’t feel it in the way her body writhes.
There’s nothing I love more than giving her a sense of safety and helping her forget the world when I’m around. It doesn’t matter if we talk, hold hands, or pleasure each other, as long as we’re together.
“Come for me, Winona.”
She shakes her head, and I stop moving except for the hand that works her clit. My brows hike up as I say, “Are you being a brat?”
A sassy grin graces her beautiful face, fueling the urge to fuck her pretty mouth.
I let out a dark chuckle. “Fine. Your mouth will be busy, so if you want me to stop, tap anywhere on my body. You can still reach me by extending your arms forward, okay?”
She nods eagerly, sticking her tongue out, and I reach to twist her nipples as a reward. I remove my hands from her and rise to stand. Her eyes eat up my movements, lust for what I’m about to do.
I grip the base of my cock and spit on it while I look into her eyes.
Cool air brushes her face, sweeping her hair into her eyes. I reach down to tuck it behind her ears and gather the rest in my hand to tug back.
So hauntingly beautiful under my command, knowing she’s the one in charge.
The heat of her breath reaches me first, and I take a long breath before I line my cock on her wet tongue, letting her swirl it along the pierced tip.
I growl as I force a few inches in one thrust. She gags around me. Tears well up in her eyes. My heart beats wildly as I drag my thumb over her upper lip.
“You have no idea what you do to me. How I fucking ache for you.”
Small hands tug at the cuffs.
“I promise your throat will be sore after I’m done with you.” I need to claim her all over again and show her how much I fucking missed her.
I know Winona. Her walls are clenching right now, begging to be wrapped around my cock.
A jolt of pleasure races down my spine. I pump in and out of her ferociously. Fire shooting up my arms and legs, pricking my skin.
I deepen the friction.
The heavenly feel of her mouth makes my eyes roll.
Her eyes track every expression I make, memorizing them all without blinking.
She hums to get my attention, and I pause. Pulling my cock slowly until it pops out of her mouth, her lips wrap around my balls, sucking them hard one after the other.
“Fuck.”
Fisting her hair, I whimper and groan as I cram my cock into her mouth again. I ram it a few rounds until she’s blinking fresh tears and letting out muffled moans.
She hollows her cheek and bobs her head up and down, lapping the underside and sucking my cock thoroughly. I grip the pillar of her neck, feeling myself hitting the back, before I withdraw.
Fuck, I bet her pussy is soaking wet.
She flicks my piercings, massaging the ridge of my cock with her tongue.
My ass cheeks clench as she traces her tongue over the extended vein along my length.
My fingers dig into her scalp. Muscles contracting.
I can’t hold back anymore. She starts humming, and the vibrations send me into a turmoil of ecstasy.
A powerful shock races down my spine, white spots lining my vision, yet I keep my eyes on her as long spurts of hot cum fly into her throat.
She swallows every drop and licks her lips.
Lines of drool stretch from her mouth to my cock as I pull away from her, and Winona frowns at me, pouting her shiny lips in disapproval.
My chest tightens with need. Heart swells. I want to kill for her again and watch them bleed. These overwhelming emotions are maddening; they take my whole body hostage when I’m around her.
I don’t think it’s healthy, but then again, I don’t think many people get to love that hard in their lives.
I bring my thumb up to wipe the excess drool and cum from the corner of her mouth back inside. She licks it clean with a wide grin.
That’s my girl.
I bend down to lift her and walk toward the railings. The cool metal touches her back as I lean her against it—she gasps—and I swing her leg around my hip. Her cuffed hands wrapped around my neck. She whips her head around to watch the stream below and then back at me.