Chapter 45
Soren
T he click of the lock echoes in Jamie’s apartment as we step inside, the world outside disappearing like a forgotten dream. My hand finds Gail’s, fingers entwining with a hunger that’s beyond flesh; it’s soul deep.
Our lips crash together—a collision of need, of every silent plea made in the dark corners of my mind. I press her against the nearest wall, one hand at the small of her back, pulling her closer until there’s not a whisper of space left between us. She tastes like rebellion, like freedom from the shackles of my past that never seem to loosen their grip.
“God, Gail,” I groan, voice muffled against her mouth. There’s an urgency in the way her tongue dances with mine, a promise of what’s to come, and my body responds with a primal intensity.
“I need you, Soren,” she gasps between kisses, her blue eyes blazing with that fiery passion that drew me in from the moment I saw her. My hands roam the contours of her body, mapping out the territory I’m hellbent on exploring until every inch of her knows she belongs to this—belongs to me.
Her fingers claw at my back, and I can feel the sting even through the fabric of my shirt—her desperation mirroring mine. We’re two halves of a whole, bound by a craving that goes deeper than skin, deeper than the superficial layers people wear like armor.
“Please,” she whispers, and it’s not just a word—it’s a key turning in the lock of my restraint.
“Anything for you, baby,” I rasp, knowing full well I’d set the world ablaze if it meant keeping her close, keeping this inferno between us alive.
We move in tandem, every brush of her body against mine sends a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins.
“Fuck, Gail! The things you do to me,” I pant into her neck, trailing hot kisses down her throat, each one a brand marking her as mine.
“Show me,” she challenges, a smirk lining those perfect lips. “Show me what I do to you, Soren.”
Her back arches, pressing her chest and belly into mine, and the friction is both a torment and a tease—spurring me on, urging me to claim what’s been offered so willingly.
“Mine,” I growl, possessive and raw, my voice a low rumble that vibrates through our conjoined forms. “All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees, her affirmation wrapping around me like a vise, squeezing until all I can think about, all I can feel, is her. Taking a step back, she runs her fingers across her puffy lips. “For tonight.” She says it so softly I almost miss it, but I don’t. I hear it fucking loud and clear.
I never expected that taking her to see Ryan and Nana would cancel the shit I’ve done to her, but I did hope it would earn me more than yet another promise for “tonight”—which seems to be Gail’s way of staying in control. I can let her have that; for tonight.
Entering her bedroom and slamming the door closed behind us, I grab Gail, pulling her close. She gasps, a sound swallowed by my eager mouth as I claim her lips with a ferocity born of pent-up desire. Her body molds to mine, soft curves pressed against the hard planes of my body.
During our kiss, I move us over to the bed while hoisting her skirt up over her hips so I can reach her tights. I hook my thumbs into the elastic, slowly pushing them down, taking her panties with them, while I stroke her tongue with mine.
Gail pulls at my short, dark hair, whimpering as she kicks her tights and underwear all the way off. The feel of her nails against my scalp is driving me wild with need, and I grind against her naked core, wanting her to feel just how fucking hard she makes me.
Breaking the kiss, Gail looks up at me from beneath her long, full lashes. “And the dress,” she breathes, her voice laced with need so raw it sends a shiver down my spine. She lifts her arms over her head, making it easy for me to remove the dress, leaving her only in her black, lace bra. I know this one well, it’s from the collection I bought her, and has a handy front clasp I quickly open.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, and she shivers, goosebumps rising to meet my lips as they trace a path down her neck while I slide her bra down her arms, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes.
My mouth finds hers again, but the kiss is different—softer, deeper. It feels more intimate, and I get so lost in it I barely notice Gail unbuttoning my shirt, sliding it off my torso, or when she impatiently tugs at the button and zipper on my jeans.
I groan into her mouth as she palms me through my open jeans, my cock jerking under her touch. “God, I’ve missed this,” she whimpers—honest to God whimpers—into my mouth.
Rolling my hips, against her soft touch, I rasp, “I’ve missed you too, baby.”
Gail finishes with my clothes, leaving me naked and erect in front of her. Then she lies down on the bed. Before propping her arms behind her head, she beckons me closer with the crook of her finger, a sly smile grazing her lips. “Show me how you like to be loved,” she says, her blue eyes searching mine.
Loved? Is that what we’re doing? Making… love?
“Like this,” I respond, joining her on the bed, my hands framing her face as I kiss her slowly, meaningfully. “And this.” My mouth slides down her neck, kissing and licking my way down to her full tits, taking a nipple between my teeth. Her breath hitches as I suck the beaded flesh into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth.
She guides my head lower, and I oblige, my lips and tongue paying homage to every inch of her, especially her growing belly. When I reach the apex of her thighs, she’s already wet, her beautiful cunt is glistening. But I don’t dive in right away.
I pepper the inside of her thighs in licks and sucks, rubbing my cheeks and chin across the soft skin so she can feel the scruff of my five o’clock shadow. The contrasting feelings have her moaning my name in that way I love, spurring me on. Then I cross to the other leg, careful not to touch her swollen cunt, but I can’t resist blowing air on it.
“Soren!”
Chuckling, I give her other thigh the same attention, making sure I take my time.
“P-please eat me already,” she begs, her hands fisted in the sheet underneath us. “Please!”
I lift my head so I can look up at her from between her legs, my smile dark and teasing. “I love hearing you beg,” I rasp before placing a kiss on her mound.
Diving back in, I slowly kiss and lick all around her folds and clit, using my lips and tongue to edge her as I do my best to kiss around the area I know she wants my mouth on. Gail lifts her hips, urging me on, and one hand reaches for me, but I slap it away. This is my fucking show.
“Soren… I need… please… I want—” As I lick the length of her cunt, her words turn to a guttural moan. “Yes!”
Reaching the top of her pussy, I blow on it before starting over from the bottom again, again, and again. Gail’s entire body is shaking, and she’s rambling, promising me this and that if I make her come. The desperate notes in her tone are the best kind of music.
“I need to come!”
I chuckle, because she really shouldn’t have said that. Once again, I blow cold air on her exposed cunt, robbing her of her orgasm.
“You fucking bastard! Let me come!”
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I suck and release it until she slams her thighs around my head, squeezing me as she screams out her orgasm.
“Fuck! Soren! So… so good. I—” No longer able to form words, she makes nonsensical noises, her hands clawing at the bed.
I stay between her legs until she relaxes her thighs around me, and then I kiss my way back up to her mouth, making sure she tastes herself.
My cock’s throbbing, and I know there’s a wet patch on the bed from where my pre-cum has leaked out. “How do you want me?” I rasp against her mouth.
Gail wraps her legs around my waist. “Like this,” she pants, still trying to catch her breath.
I lean back on my knees and fist myself, rubbing the tip of my cock along her folds. “I’m so fucking hard for you,” I groan.
“Put your dick inside me already,” she moans, gyrating her hips.
As slowly as possible, I slide inside her, ignoring her pleas for me to go faster. She wanted love, and this is me loving and worshiping her. When I’m all the way inside her, I lower myself over her, resting my weight on my elbows as I fuck her with slow, deep strokes. Taking my time.
Winding her arms around my neck, she pulls me down until our lips touch, and I waste no time sliding my tongue into her open mouth. Everything feels extra; extra intense, extra good—just extra.
Picking up the pace, she moves her hands to my back, clawing at me every time I slam all the way inside her. “Mine,” she moans as her nails score trails of possession down my back. “You’re fucking mine, Soren.”
“Yes,” I groan, agreeably. “I’m all yours, baby.” There’s no part of me that isn’t wholly, irrevocably hers now—and not just for tonight.
I’m swallowing all her cries of pleasure, wanting to keep them inside me forever. Warmth spreads at my lower back, my nuts tighten, but I’m not ready to come yet. Kissing her one last time, I sit back on my knees, my dick still inside her.
“Play with yourself,” I demand, huskily. “Let me see you—” My words are cut off, and I groan when she palms her lush tits, plucking at her nipples.
I don’t start moving again until she slides one hand down to where we’re joined, rolling her clit. I throw her legs over my shoulders, and we both moan as my thrusts become deeper in this position.
“Oh my God! Soren! Yes… just like that. Fuck me harder.”
“Your wish,” I groan, slamming into her as hard as I can, “is my fucking command.”
Her orgasm hits so hard she arches off the bed, reaching for me, and I bend down. Her mouth finds my neck, and when she sucks at my skin while her cunt contracts around my hardness, I’m done for.
“Gail! Fuck, Gail!” I groan as I come, my orgasm ripping through me, potent and all-consuming. “I fucking love you.”
Her eyes widen almost comically. She doesn’t pull away, but she also doesn’t say it back. She just cups my cheek, raising up so she can rub her nose across mine. “I know you do.” The words are soft, sweet almost. If it wasn’t for what she didn’t say.
Lifting my hand, I wrap it around her throat, squeezing until she looks up at me. “I’m not giving up, baby. One day, I’ll hear you say that to me.”
I’d originally hoped to spend the night, but now that doesn’t seem like a good idea. Of course, it hurts to put myself out there and not have the sentiment returned. That’s not why I get off the bed and get dressed, though.
“You’re leaving?” Gail asks, sadness coating her words.
“Yeah, I am,” I say softly. “I don’t want to spend the night until you’re ready for me—”
Her blue eyes flash with annoyance. “What if I want you to spend the night?”
I walk back over to the bed and bend down so I can cup her cheek, loving the way she leans into the touch. “You’re not ready,” I breathe. “I’m not leaving because I’m annoyed or anything. It’s because you said you need time, and this is me giving it to you.”