Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Dark
I’m in hell.
When you crawl into bed with the hottest woman alive, you expect there to be some shifting in the night.
The problem?
I tugged her tank top to her waist and fell asleep with my palm on her stomach.
This morning?
Big, beautiful, rosy-tipped, hell.
Iris is on her back, leg hooked over mine, an arm tucked behind her pillow, and the other draped across her stomach. The sun is out, and so are her tits.
She sucks on her lips in the most peaceful rest, while my cock throbs in my boxers, as I stare at her profile.
Listen, I’m aware this is inappropriate, but I’m not moving.
Nope. I’m not going anywhere. If she wakes up self-conscious, we are shutting that shit down.
If she wakes up mad, then I’ll take the heat.
If she wakes up suddenly as obsessed with me as I am with her, great, that’d make things a whole lot fucking easier.
Whatever comes, I’m ready. Even if that means her coming with my tongue in her pussy as she screams my name.
Yeah. That one sounds fuckin’ perfect.
To distract myself, I stare at the wall and cuff my hand over her leg that’s on mine, where I draw circles across her soft skin.
My thoughts spin as I wait for her to wake.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for a morning groan to surface.
When she stretches like a cat, with her eyes still closed, and her tits jiggle with the movement, I clench my jaw to keep the hungry noises to myself.
When those mismatched beauties pop open and settle on me, there’s a smile. It’s soft and sweet and lassos the fuck outta my heart.
“Morning, beautiful,” I whisper.
“Morning.” Iris looks down and notices her state of undress.
For a second, I expect her to flop off the bed and run to cover up, but she meets my gaze instead.
Drawn to her, I roll onto my side and run my fingers up and down her stomach, along the tank top band around her waist, all the way up the underside of her breasts.
Goosebumps sprout across her flawless skin, and she shivers, but I sure as fuck don’t stop. Not unless she asks me to.
“You’re so beautiful,” I rasp as I drag my fingertips across the band at her waist.
Iris rubs her legs together, like she’s getting worked up. Well, that makes two of us, but I have no intention of taking this further. Even if I’d love nothing more than to slide my hand down the front of her shorts, into her wetness, and finger her until she comes.
I bite my bottom lip at the thought, and Iris gasps the sweetest little sound. Looking up at her face, her cheeks are flushed as her chest rises and falls with heavy, panting breaths.
“Dark.”
“Yes?” I pause in the crease beneath her breasts.
Iris squeezes her eyes shut and fists a hand down at her side.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Cupping her breast, careful not to touch her nipple, I lean in and kiss her shoulder. A single peck.
“Dark,” Iris whines like she’s in pain.
“You’re safe here. Whatever you need, I’ll give you. Just tell me what you want.”
A low moan escapes her, and then she knives up in bed, shoves me onto my back, throws the blanket off my legs, and straddles me like a woman possessed. Iris’s nails bite into my pecs as she settles my hard cock between her shorts-covered pussy lips, and rocks back and forth along my length.
Living in one hell of a twilight zone, I grip her hips to help her along, wanting her to use me. Needing it.
“That’s it, beautiful, grind on my cock.”
Lips parted, eyes squeezed shut, Iris whines in pleasure, and when she quickens her pace and begins to shudder, I know she’s about to come.
Wanting to make this even more amazing, I take both tits into my hands and gently rub those rosy nipples.
Iris moans.
I rub them even harder, and her arms collapse. Iris’s chest meets mine. Which just won’t do. We’re not done yet. Not even close.
Taking Iris by the shoulders, I force her to sit back up.
With one hand on her hip, I guide her back and forth across my member, as I grip her throat with the other.
Lost in the delirium of pleasure, Iris relinquishes control, and it suits her.
To let me lead. To give her this. To show her what it’s like to trust someone with your body.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just let go and come. You got this. You feel my cock? He’s ready for you. Come on him.”
Iris shudders.
I reach around and grip her ass cheek and shove her pussy against my shaft. Hard. Brutal. Fast.
Then she’s there.
A moan. A scream.
Head thrashing back.
Coming. Coming. Coming.
And so am I.
Cum bathes my boxers as I help my woman through every pulse.
Every goddamn moment. I bask her in beauty and trust. And when she’s done, and the last fluttery breath leaves those perfect lips, only then do I let her collapse onto my chest, cup the back of her head, and kiss wherever I can, over and over again, as I whisper sweet nothings.
Iris
“You did so well, baby. So fuckin’ good,” Dark mutters as he rubs my back, and I try not to freak out.
I… I did that.
I dreamed about us having sex. It was one of those vivid dreams that felt real, but when you wake up and realize it isn’t, you’re disappointed. It was one of those.
I tackled him to the bed, didn’t I? And used him… to get off.
Shame spirals in my gut as Dark’s finger notches under my chin, forcing me to look up at his face.
“You okay?”
“Yes. I…” Trailing off, confused about what to say, I look at his lips. They’re red like he’s been chewing them. Fuller on the bottom than the top.
To thank him, I lave my tongue across the bottom edge.
Dark’s eyes roll into the back of his skull, and he groans as that hand trailing down my back dips lower and grips my cheek. “Fuck,” he rasps like he swallowed gravel, and it’s hot as hell.
Emboldened, I do it again, and his tongue flicks out when I’m done as if he’s trying to taste me there.
“Sweetheart,” he grits. “I think you need to put that tongue in my mouth.”
Nerves flutter in my chest as I lean up just enough and lick into his mouth just as he said. Like a snake strike, Dark grips the back of my head, rolls me onto my back with him on top, settles between my legs, and devours me.
And I don’t stop him.
I curl my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and I give him a part of me I’ve never given anyone else.
A real kiss. One that I want. It’s sloppy and unsure, but I lose myself in him.
The heat of his chest sticking to mine. The racing of his heart.
When he rolls his hips and brushes that hard length against my clit, I don’t try to stop him.
I dig my heels into his ass and urge him to keep rubbing there.
Harder. Faster. In time with his drugging kiss. It’s everything I never knew I needed.
When his cock coaxes my clit to give in, I cry into his mouth, and he swallows every sound. The world fades and time ceases to exist.
And when I’m left floating, my body no longer there, I drift asleep in the arms of someone I… trust.
Sated.