Chapter 25 #2
His head lifts, and he meets my eyes, asking a silent question before taking it any further.
He’s so good. I blink quickly to keep my silly eyes from filling with water. It’s a mistake… oh, yes, it’s a mistake. The more we prolong this, the worse it’s going to hurt, and it already hurts pretty damn bad.
I don’t even care.
“Hall pass?” I whisper, brushing my lips against his.
“Always, my Dove.” His deep voice thrills me all the way to my toes.
I wait as he switches off the gas and takes the skillet from the oven, puts lids on all the pots, and catches my hand, hesitating a moment before lifting me off my feet and carrying me straight to his bedroom.
Kelani is in her little crate, and he shuts the door before laying me back on the bed. Then he straightens in front of me, quickly pulling that gray tee over his head and giving me a tantalizing view of his ripped torso.
“I should’ve brought the ice cream with me.” His voice is rough as he takes a knee at the side of the bed.
“What?” I start to speak when he grasps my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed.
“I’m having my dessert now.” He catches the waistband of my leggings, dragging them down my thighs along with my underwear. His eyebrow arches when he sees me. “What happened to my peach?”
My cheeks heat, and I put my knees together. “I just got in for a quick waxing.”
“Were you expecting someone?” A sly grin lifts the side of his mouth.
“No… I don’t know. I mean, we said we were ending things, but that doesn’t mean I should let myself go. You never know what might happen.”
“Just friends,” he chuckles, pulling my knees apart. “Get over here.”
“I like to take care of my… oh!” I fall back with a groan as he drags his tongue over my clit in a slow circle, applying just the right amount of pressure.
My fingers plunge into his hair, and he turns my clit into his personal ice cream cone, not letting up until my back arches off the bed. My thighs clench, and I rise up, needing him to stop but not wanting to lose the sensation.
I’m still vibrating with orgasm as he drags his lips up to my navel, giving it a kiss before spending a moment just below it, biting and pulling the skin into his mouth. I know he’s leaving a mark only I will see, before moving higher, lifting the cropped shirt over my head.
He kisses the tops of my breasts, which are rising and falling with my rapid breaths. He stands, quickly unfastening and lowering his jeans. His dick springs free, hard and straining, and I reach for it, sliding my fingers over it briefly before he pulls me onto his lap.
“You know I want you to ride me,” he groans, lining up with my core.
I don’t even hesitate anymore. I take him into me in one long stroke, lowering and rising as he groans against my breasts. His hands start on my ass, rising lightly over my back up to where my bra is fastened.
With a flick it’s gone, and he cups my breasts in both hands, lifting them to his mouth as my hips move faster over his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” he groans, kissing and sucking, holding me as I let go and let the waves of pleasure take me.
His adoration, his overt desire unlocks something in me. Nothing we do would be embarrassing or intimidating. He sets me free from all the pressure, from the self-doubt, and I can simply be myself with him, multiple orgasms and all.
His hands move around my body, and he holds me flush against his chest as his muscles tense and strain.
I know what this means, and it’s the best part.
He holds onto me as he finishes. His breath quivers, and he whispers words only I can hear as we cling to each other.
As we actually leave this earth for a moment, just the two of us, and go to a place only we can reach together.
Nope, I’ll never have sex like this with anyone, ever again.
We start to breathe. He leaves the room to clean up and brings me a warm washcloth.
“Be right back.” He holds my neck, kissing me briefly, and I watch his tight ass as he leaves the room.
When he returns, he’s holding a tray with plates of food. Those sexy little glasses are perched on his nose, and under his arm is a bottle of wine. We curl up facing each other, backs propped on pillows.
His hair is messy, and my skin is flushed from his beard. I’m relaxed and happy and all the misery of this day has evaporated. Or at least is blocked out for now.
“These are my new favorite potatoes.” I stab a bite with my fork, my mouth still warm and tingly from the first bite. “The spice is exactly right.”
He nods, taking a bite of steak. “Cayenne is the right heat for potatoes. It doesn’t overpower.”
“I’m going to miss this.” I put another bite in my mouth, and his eyes blink up to mine.
“Me too.” He reaches out, sliding his hand along the side of my neck. “I had an idea of what it would be like, but it’s so much more.”
My eyes drop to the dark red spot I left on his collarbone, and I think about how we are together, how it’s like no one else exists. It’s like we’ve been waiting for each other all this time…
“But we didn’t wait.” I finish my thought out loud, and his brow quirks.
A sweet smile curls his lips, and he leans back. “As if I ever believed you were a possibility.”
“Would you have?”
He shrugs, taking a sip of wine. “I would’ve wanted to.”
That makes me laugh, and I answer quietly, “Me too.”
“In my mind I waited for you. I was always waiting for you.”
My heart thrills as I think about it. I love the idea of him waiting for me in his mind. It’s like how I used to dream of him, waiting for him in my mind as well.
“Maybe there’s something we can share for the first time.”
“What do you suggest?”
My gaze drifts above his head. Outside the window, the elm tree sways gently in the breeze. I think about lying on the ground under the stars. I think about his head between my thighs. I think about my wildest dreams and fantasies, and how he’s the only one I want to share them with ever.
“I’ve never had anything in my butt.”
He leans forward sharply, exhaling a little cough. “Are you saying…”
I hold my expression serious, even though I’m about to break at his surprised response. “Have you already done that with someone?”
He manages to regain his composure, setting his wine aside. “No,” He shakes his head. “I’ve never put my dick in someone’s ass.”
I meet his eyes. “Something to think about.”
“Indeed.”