Chapter 21
Creed
“DO I HAVE A CHOICE?”
Fuuuuck. She tastes like a dream.
It’s the only thought that’s been playing on a loop in my mind from the moment my tongue met her pussy for the first time in what feels like an eternity.
I was prepared to wait a lifetime for her to be ready for any kind of intimacy.
So the fact that she’s asking me, no—trusting me—to touch her, to give her pleasure?
It has me kneeling at her feet. Literally and figuratively.
Collins looks like a fucking goddess poised above me, the view from down here making my cock weep for her. I’ve been hard for nearly an hour now after reading Riley’s letter, knowing that I’m not crazy or imagining that there’s still so much more between us.
Collins’ hips buck as she moans when I flick my tongue over her clit, and I bask in the way her body sings for me. I can’t take my eyes off of her. I love watching the way she comes undone for me. I continue to tease her before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking.
“Oh fuck, Creed,” she gasps, her breaths shuttering, “fuck yes. Please—”
I pull my lips free with a satisfying pop and run my tongue along the entire length of her perfect pussy. Over and over, I languidly devour her, taking my time with this gift she’s given me. Allowing me to bring her pleasure. Trusting me with her body. Something I will never take for granted.
Her hypnotic jade gaze holds me captive, her pouty lips popping open on a silent oh when I suck her over-sensitive clit once more.
My eyes threaten to roll back as her heady taste floods my senses when a rush of her arousal soaks my tongue.
She’s an aphrodisiac I want to drown in, and with the way her wetness is dripping down my chin and drenching my neck, I’m well on my way.
Fuck me, she’s divine.
She white-knuckle grips the silks so tightly that I fear she might tear a hole in them. I want so desperately to slip a finger inside of her and fuck her into oblivion. I want to watch her shatter around me with my name on her lips.
As I swallow down her taste, I lift my hand to her body and run my index and middle fingers along the outer seam of her deliciously swollen pussy.
She shivers at my touch, releasing a moan that sounds more like a desperate cry.
My eyes have been on hers the entire time, and I can tell she’s still here with me by the way she’s watching my every move.
I circle her entrance, keeping my middle finger poised over her center as I lean in and drag my tongue up and over her clit once more. When I lightly press against her, she tenses.
“This stops the moment you say so, baby.” I kiss the soft skin just above her pussy. “You have all of the control, here.”
She swallows, contemplating my words. After a brief moment of deliberation, she nods. “I want you to touch me, please,” she pants, “I need to feel you… everywhere.”
“That’s my good fucking girl.” I smile against her skin before slowly pressing into her, gently pumping in and out until I’m buried to the knuckle.
Her skin erupts, pebbling at the sensation, and she sighs, the sound coated in ecstasy.
The look on her face breaks my fucking heart right in two, because she looks blissed out, but her eyes are filled to the brim with unshed tears and her chin is quivering.
She sucks in one shaky breath after another, trying and failing to compose herself.
The emotion that overshadows all the others, though, is relief.
I know my girl feels broken, and I can’t fault her for harboring such emotions.
But it’s my job as her partner in life to make sure that she knows just how strong, how perfect, how desirable she is to me, even with all her broken pieces.
I’ll fit them back together one at a time, and I love her through it. Always.
“My God, you are so fucking perfect, Stardust.” The words roughly tumble from my lips before I dive back in, eating her pussy like a man starved.
“Yes, fuck, right there,” she rasps the moment I curl my finger picking up my pace to coax this orgasm from her.
Slowly, I add a second finger, and her moan has my balls drawing up tighter.
I haven’t even touched myself and I’m about to bust a nut in my joggers.
I don’t even care, I just need the sounds of her pleasure painting these walls.
She pulls against the silks, her muscles tensing, and I know she’s so fucking close.
“You gonna come for me, Stardust?” I growl, pushing to stand while keeping my fingers buried deep inside of her.
She nods frantically. “Yes—”
I slam my lips against hers, and she whimpers when my tongue darts out, meeting hers so that she can taste just how fucking incredible she is.
“I’m so close,” she grits when I bury my face in her neck and press my palm against her clit.
Gripping her hip with my free hand, I encourage her to rock her hips as I continue to finger fuck her.
The way she’s gasping in my ear makes me want to impale her on my cock just to see how loud we can get those sounds, but I refrain. I know she’s not ready just yet.
I look her in the eyes and whisper, “Shatter for me, Collins.”
And she does.
So. Fucking. Beautifully.
The use of her real name on my lips just rolled out without thought, but nothing about it feels wrong.
I love using my nicknmames for her, but right now, here, in this very moment, I can only see her.
Not baby, Stardust, or even Snow. Collins Adaire.
Radiant and beautifully broken, yet utterly present with me as she falls apart.
I’ve always loved watching the way her body moves from the moment she came back into my life, and now is no exception. She’s a fucking vision to behold when her body succumbs to its pleasure.
When the waves settle, I wait patiently for the tremors that rack her body to ebb before slowly removing my fingers. She whimpers at the loss, but one last languid stroke against her clit has her bucking, but this time to get away from my touch.
“Too sensitive,” she whimpers, sounding adorably delirious.
I reach up and free the fabric that binds her wrists, and she gives them a quick rotation before looping them around my neck.
I love provoking reactions from Collins, so I lift the hand that had brought about her bliss between us and pop each digit into my mouth, thoroughly savoring the remnants of her release.
Her pupils blow wide, and I know she’d absolutely let me take more from her if I wanted.
But right now, I know it’d be a decision made while drunk on lust and orgasms.
I can wait for her.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my lips. Before I can tell her to stop thanking me for doing my job, she kisses me just once before explaining. “You’ve revived a piece of me that I was afraid I would never get back. Not wholly, at least.”
I nip her lip. “I’ll gladly devour you every goddamned day for the rest of my life if that’s what it takes, Stardust.”
She laughs into my neck before shoving me away. “Of course you would,” she says, playfully rolling her eyes.
I help her to get dressed again before grabbing her hand to drag her from the silks studio and out of the guest house.
“Come with me?”
She glances at where I’ve got a grip on her and giggles, raising a brow at me. “Do I have a choice?”
“Nope.”
When we make it to the studio on the second floor, I lead her into the tech booth. She takes a seat on the lounge in the corner, her eyes alight with curiosity.
“Want to be the first person to hear the first song in the new album?”
Her eyes widen as she sits up suddenly, her excitement palpable. “What?”
I laugh, running a hand through my hair. “It’s just some vocals, piano, and guitar, but I want to get your thoughts on it before I hand it off to Ri—when he’s ready, of course—and let him work his magic.”
She smiles at that and it damn near brings me to my knees all over again.
I press play before walking into the booth and donning my headphones.
I shift around the mic until I have a clear view of her.
The beginning melody floods the space around us, the tonality slow and sensual.
Collins’ breaths kick up in sync with the rhythm, and if levitating was a thing, she’d be doing it right now.
I give her a wink and take a breath.
I never look away from her as I tell her an epic love story with every word I sing.