Chapter 28 #2
“I’m not sorry I let you go. I’m only sorry for how I did it.
What happened to us after. Still, I can’t help but wonder if I was wrong to make the decision for you.
Something I never considered at the time.
I knew what I was doing, and I felt it was the only thing to do.
That my residency and Minnesota would have stifled you.
That our love would have grown stale and bitter.
But I never considered the possibility that it would have adapted.
Taken on a different color or texture or flavor. ”
I loved her enough to let her go, and that loss nearly destroyed us both.
She licks her lips and nods, contemplating my words while something unreadable crosses her features.
“I didn’t listen. I only knew what I wanted and was blind to the rest. I would have loved you, Luca.
And I would have found a way to love Minnesota and that life.
But thank you for recognizing that I needed to live for more than just you.
I needed to learn how to live for myself. ”
She snakes her legs around my hips, and I give myself a stroke before sliding back inside her.
I rock slowly, feeling every inch of her, making sure she feels every inch of me.
My hands intertwine with hers, raising them above her head as I adjust us, deepening the angle.
I’ve never felt such a blinding need to be as deep inside someone as I do with her.
It’s almost tormenting. A strange desperation.
“There is nothing like being inside you.”
“Words, Luca. I want action.”
I nip at her lips, grinning against her. “You want action, Little Bird? Throwing down the gauntlet like that will have me doing things I’m not sure you’re ready for right now.”
“Like what?” she challenges, growing breathless.
“Grab that bottle of lube from your nightstand.”
She lets out a small laugh. “What makes you think I have lube in there?”
“Because you like your sex toys well lubed.”
She sighs, but it turns into a hiss when I reach between us and start rubbing her clit. “What do you plan to do with it?”
“You have a choice,” I tell her on a groan, sweat running between my shoulder blades as I ramp up my thrusts. But if this is going to happen, I need to pace myself. She feels too good. “We can use your toy on your clit while I fuck your pussy. Or I can take your ass.”
“Oh God,” she moans, her voice growing louder the closer she gets. She’s already starting to grip me, and I know if I’m going to do this, I have to do it now.
“I can’t decide.”
I emit a strangled laugh and begrudgingly slide out of her. My wet dick smacks against my abs in fury for taking it from its home. But I want her like that. I’ve been dreaming of doing it again for four years. And I haven’t. Not with any other woman since.
Reaching into her nightstand, I find the bottle of lube I knew would be there and throw her a cocky grin. She laughs, lying flat on her back as she watches me. I open the bottle and squeeze some into my hand and then all over my dick. “Come here.”
Using my clean hand, I shift her to the end of the bed and hike her knees up. Her eyes are wild, a little nervous if I’m reading her right as my lubricated hand starts to play with her forbidden hole.
“Rub your clit, baby.”
She does, one hand going to her clit, the other going to her breast, and I wish to hell I had brought my phone in here with me so I could take a picture of her like this.
My finger slides inside her ass, pushing past the barrier of muscles and then back out.
Over and over, I repeat this until she’s relaxed and well lubricated.
“Ready?” I ask, leaning forward so I can plant my hand in the bed up by her face.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Lining my cock up, I slowly press in, my face inches from hers as I do. Her legs stay bent, but then climb up to my shoulders and fuuuuck . “You okay?” I grit out, clenching my teeth as I finally work myself fully inside her, her muscles doing unbelievable things to me.
“Yes.”
“That’s two yeses. Give me something else.”
“Move. How’s that?”
I grunt and gasp. “Raven Fairchild, I’m going to marry the fuck out of you one day.”
Her teeth go into her bottom lip, and I don’t know if it’s from my declaration or from my cock being buried in her ass. Pulling out slowly, I pump back into her. A little harder this time. Spots dance in front of my eyes and if this is how I’m going to die, I can’t ask for a better way to go.
“Good?”
“Good. Keep going.”
My gaze falls to the place where our bodies are connected.
Her fingers on her clit. My dick, wet and glistening, sliding in and out of her ass.
Christ. I pump faster. Deeper. Harder. Gripping her hips, I lift them higher off the bed and start to pound.
Her tits bounce and sway, her neck arching as her eyes close.
She loves this. I know she does. My beautiful dirty Little Bird has never been shy about sex and what she wants from it. Her confidence, so undeniably sexy, makes it impossible to think straight.
“That deep enough for you?”
“Put your fingers in me,” she moans.
I just about come right then. I slide two fingers inside her, moving them in tandem with my thrusts, and that’s when she starts to lose it. One hand gripping the blanket. The other wildly rubbing her clit. She’s screaming and moaning and writhing. And I can’t take my eyes off her.
I need to feel her come on my fingers, around my cock. And I need to feel it now.
I tell her that just as I pick up speed, giving her everything I have until I can’t take it a second longer and come on a bellow, shooting myself into her ass. She follows me over the edge, screaming and cursing and ripping at me. Tsunamis of pleasure barrel through my body, taking over my senses.
All I know is that when I open my eyes, somehow, I’m on top of her, my chest against hers, her legs now around my waist. “Are you okay?” I ask her again, unable to move.
“I think that was the most intense orgasm of my life.”
“Ditto.”
That’s all I’ve got and for a few minutes, we lie like this. Breathing each other in. When feeling has returned to my legs, I kiss her temple and pull myself up and out of her. She winces and I cup her cheek.
“Baby. Are you hurting?”
“No. I’m fine. Really.” I pick her up off the bed and she lets out a small squeal. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to the bathroom.”
“Caveman, I can walk.”
I meet her eyes in the dark bedroom. “I want to carry you. I like taking care of you.” I set her down on the open toilet and she gives me a look. Not quite embarrassed, but not happy with me either. “Welcome to intimacy and unconditional love, baby girl.”
I kiss her forehead, wash my hands, grab a towel for myself, and then leave her, shutting the door with a click behind me.
Wiping myself off, I go back into the family room to clean everything up.
And once that’s done, I shut off the fire and pick up my phone.
By the time I return to the bedroom, Raven is already there, under the covers.
I get in too, wrapping her up in my arms and dragging her to me until her head is on my chest. “Can I stay?”
“If you leave after that, I’ll kill you.”
I laugh, stroking my fingers through her somewhat tangled hair.
After a quiet minute, she says, “Hey, Luca?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
With that, she settles in, getting comfortable and falling to sleep on me almost instantly. A smile unlike any I’ve ever had hits my face. I send up a silent prayer. Begging that I can keep her like this, with me always. Hoping that this time, nothing can come between us.