Chapter 26 #2
Am I? “I’m better now.” I plant a soft kiss on her lips. “It was all over the news. You didn’t see it?”
“No. I was painting. Here…” She reaches down for the hem of my ruined shirt, pulling it up and over my head. Then she goes for my jeans next. “Let’s get you a shower. Are you hungry? Have you had dinner? I’ll throw your clothes in the wash because I’m not sure I have anything that will fit you.”
“You fit me.”
She laughs. She thinks I’m kidding. The words just slipped out, yet I feel the rightness behind them. The creeping desire to make them real. To say all the things crashing like cymbals through my head.
I deal with life and death every day and some days are rougher than others with that, but what happened tonight, the absolute soul-rattling fear that Owen wouldn’t make it or that Grace would have complications is changing something inside me.
Or was that already happening before tonight?
It’s as if everything is hitting me all at once, only I don’t even know what this is or how to describe it.
All I know is that the only place I wanted to be after I knew Owen and Grace were okay was here with her.
I had to see her. I had to be near her. It’s more than just ripping her clothes off and crawling my way inside her body.
And that terrifies me despite how good it feels now that I’m here. But it doesn’t terrify me enough to walk away or pretend it’s not real and that it’s not happening. Because it is.
“I had to see you,” I tell her. “I couldn’t think about anything else.”
Her eyes flutter up to mine, her hands stilling on my jeans, only to lick her lips, swallow and drop her gaze once more. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Right. Shower.
Clearly, I’m the only one having a major existential crisis out of the two of us.
I don’t even know what time it is. I need to get myself in check.
My head is all over the place, leading me down paths there might be no returning from.
I’m racing ten miles ahead and she’s nowhere close.
So I keep my mouth shut and let her finish removing my pants while I watch her.
The moment she stands, I rip her sweatshirt over her head. She’s not wearing a bra and yes . I attack her leggings next and the moment I have her naked, my mouth is all over her as we stumble our way through her apartment in the direction of her bathroom.
We bang into walls. Into furniture. Trip over who the hell knows what, laughing and messy as we go. The bathroom door flies open, banging into the wall, and I smash her against it, sucking on her neck and sliding my fingers between her legs. Wet.
“Always so wet, beautiful Bianca.” I glide my fingers through her folds, but it’s not enough.
I want to see what I’m touching. Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs and resume touching her, my gaze alternating between her lust-drunk face and her slick pussy.
“You have the prettiest pussy. And the way you smell.” My nose dives in, inhaling her, causing her to jerk, her back arching as she tries to wiggle away.
“You need a shower,” she moans as I lick her throbbing clit while my fingers play with her opening.
“I want you.” Only it’s more than that. “I need you.” I suck on her, using my teeth to graze her and she cries out at the sharp sting, only to have me soothe it away with the flat of my tongue.
I give her pussy a kiss and then rise. “I’m flayed and need to do so many wicked things to your body I can hardly control the urges. Say yes.”
One slow blink. “Yes.”
“Are you afraid?”
“Will you hurt me?”
“Yes. I’m going to hurt you. But trust me when I tell you, you’ll want me to, and you’ll beg for more.”
Another kiss and then I start the shower while she digests that.
Once it’s up to temperature, I step in and start washing off the day I had.
It doesn’t take much for a smile to spring to my lips now that the fear and panic have subsided.
Owen Kaplan Fritz. I can’t even. As if I didn’t already love the little man with everything I am before delivering him and learning of his new middle name.
I make quick work of washing my hair and body, anxious to be with Bianca. Needing to take her like the thundering savage I am. A moment later, I shut off the water and step out, finding Bianca exactly where I left her as I wrap a fluffy green towel around my waist.
Fantastic.
She’s still naked and that tells me she’s comfortable enough around me with who she is. Finally. I feel like I should be fist-pumping the air with that. But honestly, I’m too keyed up and if my hands and mouth and body aren’t all over her in the next second…
Stepping into her, I hold her face in my hands, forcing her dazed eyes up to mine. She’s so pretty it makes my chest squeeze. Mine . Definitely mine.
“You never answered me.”
Another blink. “Okay.”
Our foreheads meet, my thumb gliding along her lips that I’m a bit obsessed with. “Okay?”
“Yes. I want that.”
“This isn’t just sex or kink. I want you. I trust you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. This is me only wanting to do these things with you.”
She softens into me, her tongue jutting out and licking my thumb. “Will you teach me how to play? I think…” Hard swallow. “I think I want to learn how to do this, but I also want to know how to please you.”
Jesus hell, I’m done. Call the code. Heart stopped. Veins shredded. No hope of resuscitation.
Picking her up, my lips consume hers as I spin us around, only to slam her ass down on her counter. She teeters for a moment, but I steady her with my hands on her hips, while my mouth and tongue and teeth attack her. There is no way I can slow down now. This is going to be hard and rough.
Her hands rake through my hair, kissing me back with equal passion. A fuse lit, we’re explosive as I eat at her, suck on her tongue and bite her lips. Two fingers find her pussy, still wet from what little playing we did before, and thrust up into her as deep as they can go.
She bows back, a garbled scream that grows louder when I give her a third finger, plowing into her hard and fast. The sound is wet and sloppy and so good, I tear my lips away from her mouth so I can watch.
“You’re not going to come like this,” I tell her, bringing my thumb in on the action as it presses on her clit. “You’re going to do that on my dick.”
I lift one of her feet up onto the counter and push her knee out.
And fuck. What a pretty fucking sight this is.
She’s pink and swollen and dripping all over my hand.
But greedy. Her pussy is so greedy, wanting more.
Begging me to let it come. Dipping down, I remove my thumb from her pulsing button and blow cool air on her before grazing it with my teeth.
“Kaplan. Fuck. It’s too much.”
She has no idea what too much is.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no.” It’s a loud moan that turns into a squeal as I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, increasing the pace of my fingers.
She’s getting close. The inner walls of her pussy are starting to convulse.
And just before she gets there, I pull my fingers from her body and shove them in her mouth when she starts to protest.
She sucks on them like the sweet, good girl she is. Tapping lightly on her clit, I watch as it pulses.
“Ah! Oh my god.”
I do it again and again, not quite smacking it as I did last night. If I do that, she’ll come for sure, and I want this to last for her. I want to do this for hours with her. Bring her to the brink and then keep her there. Desperate. Hungry. So needy for me, she’ll beg.
Tearing the rope from her bathrobe that’s hanging on the back of her door, I tie her hands behind her back, smirking at her wide, startled expression.
“Baby, you tell me if anything I’m doing is too much or too painful or not what you’re into. Okay?” I check. “I promise, I only want this to be good for you. Do you want a safe word?”
“Do I need one?”
“Maybe, yeah.” A pause. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m good. Excited. A little nervous. I’ve just never been tied up before. A safe word might be smart.”
My face hits her neck and I breathe her in, my fingers still playing with her pussy that I swear I will never get enough of. “Bianca, my sweet, beautiful girl, I’m going to open you up to so many things. But right now, I just need to fuck you.”
Her mouth inches to my ear. “Then do it, Dr. Fritz. Fuck me until I’m begging for you to stop. Fuck me until I’m screaming your name. If I don’t like something, or I need you to stop, I’ll say red, but right now, I want it all.”
I’m so crazy about this woman.
In a flash, I drag her off the counter and spin her around, then press her belly against the cold stone.
We watched the other night in my room, but this is right here.
This is close up. This is me being able to see her eyes in the mirror from inches away.
My teeth graze her ear, scraping at her jaw.
“Eyes open. Watch how you look when I fuck you like this.”
Without warning, I slam my cock into her and instantly set a punishing rhythm.
She screams at the intrusion, my piercings scraping along her inner walls that are already sensitive from my fingers.
With her hands locked behind her back, stuck between our bodies, and her body pinned against the sink, she is at my total mercy.
One hand clutches her hip, the other squeezing her breast, punishing it as I’m punishing her pussy.
Our eyes hold in the mirror, her brown ones completely blown out, nearly black and I’ve never done this before.
Stared into a woman’s eyes like this while I took her.
The thought never even occurred to me before, but watching Bianca is like watching living, breathing, moving art.
I’m tumbling over the edge, free-falling into her.
These past couple days, filled with far too many revelations, are making it impossible to stop or even slow down.
My hand flees her breast, climbing up her chest until it’s wrapped around her neck.
With my eyes pinned on hers, I squeeze, cutting off some of her air supply.
Startled, her gaze slingshots down to where my hand grips her.
I give it a tighter squeeze and she trembles, her eyes rolling back in her head as I continue to pound into her over and over again.
It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, sounds tumbling from my lips, one after the other. Grunts and groans. She’s so tight. So wet. So warm. Feels so fucking good, it’s all I can do not to come. But I want this to last.
Her lips part, her moans and cries raspy, muted as I play with her air. It’s driving me crazy, and I tell her that. Fucking her like this is building me up higher and higher, a fresh coat of sweat covering my body mixing with any residual water still clinging to my skin.
I start thrumming her clit, squeezing her neck just a bit tighter without fully cutting off her ability to breathe and that’s when she starts to lose it.
Coming so hard and so violently, her body thrashes into the counter as silent screams shred the air.
Her inner walls clamp me to the point of pain, dragging a hiss out of me.
And just as her body starts to sag, I release her neck, grasp her tits, drag her back against me and unleash myself in her.
Kissing and loving her abused neck as I spill everything inside her.
She’s so beautiful. Her gorgeous face with her cute little smile and messy long, long hair and eyes that are always hungry and open and honest.
“You’re so perfect,” I tell her, panting against her tacky skin. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know.”
That has me frowning, my eyes popping open. Immediately I untie her and spin her around, gathering her into my arms. “Bianca—”
“No. I mean, yes. I’m good. I’m fine. I’m great. I think you cracked my ovaries in half. Sorry. I can’t think. Someone just gave me the most intense orgasm of my life and then asked if I was okay, which obviously I’m not after that.”
I chuckle, lifting her face and looking her over. Her neck shows red marks, as do her arms, but I doubt she’ll bruise. I rub her arms, trying to soothe the redness away. “You sure?”
“Will you do that to me again sometime?”
“Anytime you want.”
My lips meld to hers, kissing her so delicately it almost makes me smile, considering the depravity of what we just did. Lifting her up, I cradle her into my chest and carry her to her bedroom, tucking us both in under the covers and holding her sweet body against me.
I tell her about the delivery and about Owen, and she tells me about what she was painting and how she had to talk Roberta off a ledge today because Jenny is causing drama and how her aunt flew in today to get Ava who she found staying in a hotel in Chinatown.
I don’t mention Millie because that is the absolute last thing I want to talk about with her.
We talk for hours. The way we used to. Only it’s different. So different. So much better because being with her like this is everything. I tell her how I want to take her sailing this summer and she tells me that the best decision she ever made was moving here.
And when I’m positive she’s asleep, I tell her something I’m just starting to come to grips with, terrified of all it potentially represents. “I think I might be falling for you.”