Chapter 20 #2
He carries me with sure steps, his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips. The intimacy of being carried naked in his arms, skin to skin, is overwhelming. I press my face into the crook of his neck and breathe in his intoxicating scent.
We push through the doorway, his strong hands still supporting my weight. My bedroom is dimly lit by the streetlight filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting shadows across my rumpled sheets and the clothes I'd hastily tossed on the chair this morning.
He lays me gently on the unmade bed. A moment of self-consciousness flashes through me—laundry I meant to put away is piled on the dresser, books stacked haphazardly on the nightstand, my sleep shirt hanging off the bedpost.
"Sorry for the mess," I whisper, but the words catch in my throat as Denton's powerful body covers mine, pressing me into the mattress. The weight of him, the heat, the solid strength—it drives every other thought from my mind.
"What mess?" he murmurs against my neck, his lips trailing fire across my skin. "All I see is you."
And just like that, my embarrassment evaporates. His weight presses me into the mattress, deliciously heavy but carefully balanced on his forearms. The heat of him envelops me, chasing away the last of the chill from my skin.
I run my hands down his back, marveling at the play of muscles beneath my fingertips. He's all hard planes and solid strength, yet there's a gentleness in the way he touches me, like I'm something precious.
His mouth claims mine again, deeper now, more urgent. I arch against him, seeking more contact, more friction, more of everything. My legs part instinctively, cradling his hips between them.
He trails his mouth down my neck, leaving a path of heat that makes me shiver with anticipation. When his lips reach my collarbone, he pauses, his breath warm against my skin. His eyes meet mine, seeking permission. I nod, unable to form words.
His mouth continues its journey downward, and I gasp when his lips finally close around my nipple. The gentle suction sends sparks of pleasure racing through my body. His tongue circles the sensitive peak as his hand cups my other breast, thumb brushing across it in teasing strokes.
"Denton," I whisper, my fingers threading through his hair.
He lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire, before shifting his attention to my other breast. The contrast between the cool air on my now-wet nipple and the heat of his mouth on the other intensifies every sensation.
He alternates between them with exquisite patience, as if memorizing my body's responses.
I arch beneath him, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against my thigh. The combination of his mouth, his hands, and the weight of his body has me writhing, a delicious wetness building between my legs.
His hand slides down my side, over the curve of my hip, fingertips tracing patterns that make my skin tingle. When he reaches my inner thigh, I part my legs further in silent invitation.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my breast before capturing the nipple again, this time with a firmer suction that makes me gasp out loud.
His fingers trail upward along my inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I moan as they finally brush against my center, exploring gently. My hips buck involuntarily at his touch. He circles slowly, testing, learning what makes me respond.
"Yes," I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice, husky with need.
He slips a finger inside me, and I moan again at the sensation. My back arches as he begins a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing in and out with tantalizing patience. All the while, his mouth continues its sweet torture on my breast, his tongue flicking against my nipple.
"More," I plead, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously. I'm dizzy with sensation—his mouth hot and insistent on my breast, his fingers curling inside me, finding a spot that makes me cry out.
"You're so wet. So fucking wet," he murmurs against my skin.
I can only whimper in reply, my hips moving with his hand now. His thumb finds my clit, circling with just enough pressure to make my thighs tremble. The dual stimulation is overwhelming.
"Denton, please," I gasp. "I need—"
He lifts his head from my breast, his eyes finding mine. “I know exactly what you need.”
He begins to torture me, rubbing my clit, sucking my nipple until I feel like I might spontaneously combust.
Just when I feel like I’m about to come, he shifts and moves on top of me.
“Tell me what you want, Holly.”
“I want you. All of you. Inside of me.”
He positions himself between my thighs, his powerful body hovering over mine.
I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and insistent.
My breath catches as he pushes forward, stretching me deliciously as he slides inside.
The sensation is overwhelming—he's so thick, filling me completely.
"Oh god," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He stills for a moment, his forehead pressed against mine. "You okay?" he whispers, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"Yes," I breathe. "Don't stop."
He begins to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting back in. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure radiating through my body. The drag of him against my inner walls is exquisite torture.
"Holly," he groans, his pace quickening. "You feel amazing."
I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, taking him deeper. The new position has him hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. I'm already trembling, the orgasm building faster than I thought possible.
"Right there," I pant, my hips rising to meet his. "Don't stop."
His rhythm grows more urgent, more demanding. The sound of our bodies coming together, the soft gasps and moans filling the room, pushes me closer to the edge. I'm already so sensitive from his earlier attention that each thrust winds me tighter.
“Let go for me,” he says in my ear.
That’s all it takes. The tension inside me snaps, unleashing waves of ecstasy that crash through my entire body.
I arch against him, crying out as my inner walls clench around him rhythmically.
The world narrows to just this—just us—as the pleasure radiates from my core to my fingertips, my toes.
My nails dig into his back as I ride out each pulse, each new wave stronger than the last.
Denton doesn't stop. He keeps driving into me, his powerful strokes extending my climax until I'm trembling beneath him.
"That's it," he growls against my neck, his voice strained with his own building pleasure. "God, you're perfect."
I can barely breathe, barely think as aftershocks ripple through me.
My legs tighten around his waist, holding him close, wanting to feel every inch of him against me, inside me.
The weight of him, the scent of his skin, the friction of his chest against my sensitive nipples—it's all too much and somehow still not enough.
His rhythm falters slightly, growing more urgent. His breathing is ragged against my ear, sending new shivers down my spine. I can feel him swelling inside me, getting impossibly harder.
"Get on top of me" he gasps. “I want to see your gorgeous body above me while I come inside you.”
I roll with him as he flips us over, my body now straddling his powerful frame. The sudden shift makes me gasp as I feel him even deeper inside me from this angle. His large hands grip my hips, steadying me as I adjust to this new position.
"Like this," he murmurs, guiding my movements with gentle pressure.
I plant my palms on his chest and begin to move, rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation is incredible—I can control the depth, the pace, the angle. His eyes never leave mine, darkened with desire as he watches me take my pleasure.
"That's it," he encourages. His thumbs trace circles on my hipbones, sending shivers across my skin.
I gain confidence with each roll of my hips, finding the perfect motion that hits exactly where I need him.
My head falls back as the pleasure builds again, impossibly soon after my first orgasm.
I didn't think I could come again so quickly, but the way he's looking at me, the way his thickness fills me completely—it's overwhelming.
"God, you take me so good," he breathes, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple.
Our rhythm intensifies, my movements becoming more urgent as I chase the building pressure. His breathing grows ragged, his grip on my hip tightening as he thrusts up to meet me.
I'm so close. So close again. Pleasure builds and my thighs start to tremble as I rock against him.
"You're going to come again, aren't you?" he asks, his voice strained, eyes locked on mine. "I can feel you tightening around me."
"Yes," I pant, barely able to form words. "I'm right there."
His hands grip my hips tighter, guiding my movements, pulling me down harder onto him with each thrust. I'm completely at his mercy now, my body surrendering to the rhythm he's set. One of his hands slides between us, his thumb finding my clit.
"Let me see you," he demands, circling my sensitive bundle of nerves. "Let me see you fall apart on top of me."
The added stimulation sends me hurtling over the edge. My second orgasm crashes through me with unexpected force, more intense than the first. I cry out his name as waves of pleasure radiate outward from my core, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.
"That's it," he groans, his eyes never leaving my face as I come apart above him. "God, yes, that’s it."
My movements become erratic as the aftershocks ripple through me. I'm trembling, barely able to keep myself upright.
"Holly," he groans, his voice thick with need. "I'm going to—"
His body goes rigid beneath me, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me down hard against him. I feel the hot pulse of him inside me as he comes, his face transformed by pleasure.
I lean forward and press my forehead against his, our ragged breaths mingling as we both tremble with the aftereffects. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as if he's afraid I might disappear.
For several long moments, we stay like that, our bodies still joined, neither of us willing to break the connection. My heart hammers against his chest, gradually slowing to match his rhythm.
I shift slightly, untangling myself just enough to move my legs to either side of his body. With a contented sigh, I let myself melt against him completely, surrendering all my weight onto his frame.
"I've never," I start, my voice barely above a whisper against his skin, "never felt anything quite like that."
His fingers trace lazy patterns up my spine. "Me neither," he murmurs into my hair.
I close my eyes, savoring the lingering sensations coursing through my body. His heartbeat pulses against mine, a rhythm I could easily fall asleep to.
"Don't move," I whisper. "Not yet."
He responds by wrapping his arms tighter around me, one hand cradling the back of my head. We breathe together in the half-light. I feel weightless and anchored at the same time, like I've discovered something I didn't know I was searching for.
"Are you okay?" he asks, and I feel his lips brush against my temple.
I nod against his shoulder, unable to form words that would adequately describe the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Instead, I press a kiss to his collarbone.
His hands slide down my back, tracing the curve of my spine with feather-light touches. I finally find the strength to lift my head, wanting to see his face, to read in his eyes what this meant to him.
The look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. This meant as much to him as it did to me. This isn't a one time thing. This is the beginning of something that will change both of our lives.
"Holly," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. His thumb traces my cheekbone with such reverence that tears spring to my eyes.
I lean into his touch, overwhelmed by the connection between us. "I know," I whisper back.
He pulls me down for a kiss so achingly tender it makes my heart swell. There's no urgency now, just a slow, gentle exploration that feels like a promise.