11. Victoria
VICTORIA
I’d been lying awake for twenty minutes before he moved.
I knew he was still awake too. I could tell by his breathing. Not the slow, deliberate rhythm of sleep but something more conscious than that. More careful. Like a man trying very hard not to disturb something that might scatter if he moved too quickly.
I stared at the ceiling of my own bedroom in my own estate and tried to remember the last time I’d shared a bed with someone without a logistical reason for it.
A conference. A business trip where the hotel had overbooked.
Not like this. Not lying in the dark next to a man who had spent the last hour making me laugh at something I couldn’t even remember now because all I could think about was the warmth coming off his arm where it almost touched mine.
Almost.
The Golden Girls episode changed. The laugh track filled the room.
And then Rhett shifted beside me.
Not toward me. Just enough to let me know he was awake, too. Just enough to put the question on the table. His breath caught somewhere in the dark, like he’d been waiting for me to do something, anything, and he didn’t trust himself to be the one to do it first.
Fucking hell, this man.
Three years of patience. Three years of showing up. Three years of changing my tires and watching Golden Girls with me and tucking my hair behind my ear like it was the most natural thing in the world. And he was still letting me be the one to choose.
In the kitchen earlier, I’d taken half a step toward him and stopped. I left the other half hanging there between us. Couldn’t quite figure out what to do with it.
Well. Apparently my body had figured it out, because before I knew it, I rolled onto my side and closed the rest of it.
My lips found his in the dark.
He inhaled sharply against my mouth, like he’d been holding that breath the entire twenty minutes I’d spent pretending to be asleep. His hand came up to cradle the side of my face like I was made of glass. And the second my body softened against his, he stopped breathing entirely.
Yeah.
I’d been the one keeping us both waiting.
And then I stopped thinking about anything at all.
The hungry growl that reverberated down the back of my throat shot goosebumps skittering across every inch of my skin.
In an instant, his hold became possessive.
His kind touch, commanding and deep as he curled those callused fingertips of his into the softness of my hips.
His tongue flooded my mouth. Hot, and thick, and aching for more.
I tilted my head off to the side, my mind falling silent and blank as our teeth clattered together with the force of the kiss.
I guess that’s one way to shut my brain off.
The second my body collapsed against his, the wall of his chest warmed my insides.
His rock-hard muscles sat beneath a small layer of softness that made my toes curl.
The Golden Girls episode we were watching faded into the background.
Gone were the idiotic, emptyheaded phrases of Rose.
Gone were the quips from Dorothy that made me feel more connected to a fictional character than I needed to be.
Gone was the laugh track and the quips of Blanche trying to find herself the right kind of dick.
I had the right kind of dick right here in bed with me.
Fucking hell, where did that thought come from?
“Goddamn it, Miss C,” he growled down the back of my throat.
Our mouths clashed as I slanted my lips further against his.
My head tilted off to the side, my thighs wiggling and knees spreading until his legs were between mine.
Before I knew it, I found myself straddling him.
Before I knew it, I found my hands cupping his stubbled cheeks.
Before I knew it, I felt my tongue battling his for dominance.
And he fought me gloriously every step of the way.
“Fuck, Rhett. Please,” I begged.
I didn’t even know what the hell I was begging for.
But I knew I wanted it.
With a growl, he whipped me over, rolling us on the bed until my back was plastered against the silk sheets.
His hot mouth pressed open-mouthed kisses down the length of my neck, nibbling along my pulse point.
His hands pinned my broad waist to the bed.
His legs frogged out, spreading mine even further as my silk nightgown slipped up my legs with ease.
My hands dove into his hair as he pressed his face into the hefty valley of my bosom, yet another thing about my body that hadn’t quite bounced back after breastfeeding my daughter for an entire year.
And yet, I felt worshipped beneath his grasp.
“Rhett, fuck,” I hissed.
His teeth raked against my nightgown as he ventured downward.
And when I felt him slither beneath my nightgown, his head tenting the fabric, my thighs quivered.
His hands ran up the insides of my thighs, my softness jumping with every touch.
And as his mouth hovered over my quivering slit, a thought occurred to me.
My God, I hadn’t been in this kind of position since my husband died.
It’d been years since I’d sought the touch of another human. Over a decade, even. So very, very long, without the touch of another to remind me just how alive I still was, even after burying so much of myself alongside him.
“Mmmm,” Rhett hummed as he lapped his hot, thick tongue up my slit, “you taste better than I ever thought, Victoria.”
Ever thought?
Did he think about this of...
“Oh fuck!” I cried out as his tongue found my swollen nub.
I prayed to any God listening that neither Coach nor my daughter were anywhere near us.
I prayed that Rhett kept an ear out, because I lost myself.
His strong, callused hands gripped my thighs, his fingers curling into their softness.
His tongue rumbled over my pussy, dipping into my searing heat with an intelligent tongue that knew exactly where to stroke.
I hadn’t felt the touch of a man in years.
I hadn’t even entertained the idea of being with a man since everything happened.
And yet, at that moment with Rhett, I thought of nothing else.
“Rhett, holy hell. Fuck. Oh, god,” I groaned.
His arms slipped beneath my thighs, giving him leverage to pull me closer.
His hot mouth opened up, covering all of me as my body shivered.
My hands thrust downward, finding the tendrils of his black hair.
I slid my nails along his scalp, gripping him and pulling him even closer.
I needed this. I deserved this. I’d earned it.
“Please, please, please, please, please,” I chanted.
He chuckled between my legs before he flattened his tongue over my clit, and I shot through the fucking roof. My eyes rolled back and my vision went white at the edges. My body pulsed. My pussy clenched. My muscles jumped to the rhythm of his stroking, even as I bucked ravenously against his face.
But as my back collapsed to the bed, I didn’t feel him pull away.
If anything, I felt something teasing my swollen entrance.
“Rhett?” I said, barely above a whisper.
But all he did was answer me with a pressure between my legs.
“Oooooh, Rhett,” I groaned as my back arched.
“Just like that, Miss C,” he murmured between my pussy lips before he lapped my slit again, “take it all, just like that.”
His words tightened my core as he helped himself to another finger inside of me. My legs shivered, and I felt him lay his cheek against my thigh. He nuzzled. Nibbled. Bit down into the soft flesh with his teeth. I bucked wildly, his fingers spreading me for the first time in…
I tried to do the math in my head, but it was no use.
“Rhett, Rhett, Rhett. I—I can’t. I can’t… I don’t know if… if I…”
“Hmmmm?” he hummed against my clit, yanking a whimper from the back of my throat. “I think you’ve got one more in you, sweet girl. I believe in you.”
Then something beautiful happened.
He crooked those fingers inside of me, and my body took flight.
“Oh god,” I choked out as his tongue blanketed my pussy.
He pumped his fingers in time with the rhythm of his tongue, and I swear I got shot into another fucking galaxy.
My eyes squeezed tight. I tugged on his hair, bucking against his stubble.
It tickled my heated skin. His fingers filled me in a way I hadn’t been filled in a very long time.
I’d lost myself in work. Lost myself in raising my daughter.
Lost myself in piecing a life back together after such tragedy.
I had neglected myself far too much.
“Come on,” Rhett growled, the primal sound stoking something within me, “I know you’ve got one for me. Don’t hold back.”
“Jesus Christ,” I choked out.
My leg shook like a jackrabbit. My muscles jumped uncontrollably as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. The squelching sounds alone made my stomach do flips. But it was the way he lapped up every drop of arousal I gave him that pushed me over the edge a second time.
“That’s right, eat your fill,” I choked out.
And all he did was press his face into my pussy harder.
I catapulted into the heavens. My second orgasm barreled over my body, clenching my walls around him. My body shook and shivered in ways I had no control over. Electricity robbed me of my mind. Pleasure robbed me of my breath.
Until I stopped waiting.
I’m not done with him yet.
I let my body guide me. I let my instincts take over.
I locked my thighs around his stubbled face, rolled myself over, and grinned when he rolled with me.
I heard his surprised gasp in between my legs as my pussy suffocated him, his hands digging into the globes of my ass beneath my nightgown.
I sat on his face. I straddled him, gathering my nightgown around my hips as those crystal blue eyes peered up at me from between the heft of my thighs.
And as my hand buried itself into his hair, I took what I had so desperately earned for myself.
“You want it?” I asked as I gazed down at him. “Then, take it, and don’t you dare let me hear you complain.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered before his eyes squeezed shut.
With his hands holding me impossibly tight to his face, my palms braced themselves against the headboard.
My knees bared down into the mattress on either side of his head, my legs seeking purchase as I rocked against his face.
I coated him in my slick. My clit reached out to his tongue, swelling beyond anything I’d ever felt.
It pulsed with the timing of my rapidly beating heart, and I swear I’d never be able to go back to the pathetic little portable magic wand I kept in my bedside drawer for emergencies.
I felt Rhett fucking the air behind me, bucking his hips to a rhythm I knew he wanted to feel against my body, and the thought of him grinding against his own fucking pants for any sort of relief shot a bolt white hot of pleasure through me so quickly that I gasped.
“Come on my face, Victoria,” he growled into my pussy. “Make me drown in you.”
Everything went blank as I ground against his face. As my hands braced against the headboard, my hips swiveling and grinding over his tongue. Within what felt like seconds, my third orgasm rushed over me, and I felt overwhelmed in the best of ways.
“Rhett, yes,” I breathed out as I collapsed toward the headboard.
I barely caught myself against it as I sat there, my quivering thighs still straddling his face. He lapped at me languidly, and his swallows made my stomach clench with need. No. That wasn’t fucking possible. I just came three fucking times. There was no way in hell my body was ready for more.
“Good boy,” I murmured mindlessly as I reached between me and the headboard, stroking my fingers through his tangled black hair.
And I swear, I felt him shiver between my legs as his tongue licked me clean.