Chapter 35 #2
“Because…” I wrap my arms around myself. “Because letting you in again… trusting you again… it feels like jumping off a cliff.”
He closes the distance between us in two strides. His hands come up to frame my face, his touch warm and sure. “Then jump with me,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. His thumbs brush my cheekbones, wiping away fresh tears. “I’ll catch you this time, Holly. I swear it.”
His eyes search mine, holding all the hope and fear and desperate love between us. His gaze drops to my lips, then back up, a question blazing in his eyes.
The last remnants of my resistance melt. The fear is still there, but it’s drowned out by the overwhelming rightness of his touch, the undeniable truth in his eyes, the love he’d shouted to the world. I rise onto my toes, meeting him halfway.
The kiss starts soft, a gentle exploration, a relearning. His lips are warm, moving over mine with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. His hands slide from my face into my hair, holding me close as if I might disappear.
A low sound escapes him, a vibration against my mouth that feels like pure need. It ignites something deep within me. My arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his soft hair.
The kiss deepens, turning hungry and urgent. His tongue sweeps against mine and I respond in kind, pouring every ounce of my own need, my fragile, soaring hope into the kiss.
He breaks the kiss only to trail his lips down my jaw, along my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “God, Holly,” he murmurs, the words muffled against my collarbone. “I missed you. So damn much.”
His hands slide down my back, finding the zipper of my dress. As he unzips me the cool air hits my bare back, making me shiver. But his hands are warm, pushing the heavy velvet off my shoulders and down my body.
He steps back, just for a moment, his gaze sweeping over me in my lace bra and panties, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, the words.
My hands find the buttons of his crisp white shirt, my fingers trembling slightly. I fumble with the first one, then the next, revealing the smooth planes of his chest. He helps me, shrugging out of the shirt, letting it fall beside my dress.
He pulls me against him, skin to skin now, the heat between us burning bright. His mouth finds mine again, harder this time, more demanding.
His hands roam my back, down to cup my ass, pulling me flush against his arousal. A moan escapes me, lost in his kiss.
He leads me to the bedroom and when we get there, we quickly shed the rest of our clothes. He lowers me onto the bed, his body covering mine.
There’s so much heat and need between us. His touch is familiar yet new, rediscovering every curve, every sensitive spot that makes me gasp and arch against him.
He takes his time, worshipping me with his hands, his mouth, trailing kisses down my body, lingering, learning me all over again.
His lips trail down between my breasts, his warm breath teasing my skin.
When his tongue flicks across my nipple, I gasp, arching into him.
He circles the sensitive peak with exquisite slowness, making my entire body tingle with anticipation.
The wet heat of his mouth sends electric currents straight to my core.
"Denton," I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair.
He looks up at me through hooded eyes, then takes my nipple fully into his mouth. The gentle suction combined with the light graze of his teeth has me writhing beneath him. When he nibbles softly, I can't hold back the loud moan that escapes me.
"God, yes," I breathe, my body on fire.
His hand finds my other breast, thumb grazing across the nipple as he continues his sweet torture. I'm dizzy with wanting him, my hips instinctively rocking upward, seeking friction.
He switches to my other breast, giving it the same attention, and I feel myself growing wetter by the second. My hands roam his broad shoulders, nails digging in slightly when he sucks particularly hard.
"I need you," I pant, tugging him back up to me. "Please."
His eyes meet mine, dark with desire but also something deeper—reverence, love, a promise. He kisses me deeply, his body settling between my thighs, the hard length of him pressing against me.
"I'm yours but first there’s something else I need to take care of.”
He trails kisses down my stomach, his breath hot against my skin as he moves lower. I feel his hands gently spreading my thighs, his shoulders positioning between them. My breath catches as he looks up at me, eyes dark with desire.
"I need to taste you," he murmurs against my inner thigh, his stubble creating delicious friction against my sensitive skin.
I nod, unable to form words as he presses soft kisses along my thigh, working his way inward. When his mouth finally reaches my center, I gasp at the first contact. His tongue parts me gently, exploring with deliberate slowness. The warmth of his breath mingles with the heat building inside me.
"Oh, god," I whimper, my fingers finding their way back into his hair.
He hums against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His tongue finds my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure. My hips rise instinctively to meet him as pleasure spirals outward from his touch.
"Don't stop," I breathe, my head falling back against the pillow.
He increases the pressure slightly, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me steady as I begin to tremble. The slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue are driving me wild, building a tension that coils tighter with each passing second.
When he slides a finger inside me, I cry out.
"Just like that," I encourage him, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more pressure, more friction.
He adds a second finger, curling them inside me as his tongue continues its relentless attention to my clit.
The dual sensation is overwhelming—the stretch and fullness of his fingers combined with the wet heat of his mouth.
My thighs begin to tremble as he increases his pace, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm with his tongue.
"Right there," I gasp, my back arching off the bed. "Yes..."
His free hand slides up to my breast, fingers teasing my nipple as he devours me. The combination of sensations—his mouth, his fingers inside me, his hand on my breast—is too much. I feel myself rushing toward the edge, helpless to slow down and not wanting to.
My entire body tenses as I shatter completely. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my body convulsing as I cry out his name. The orgasm seems endless, pulsing through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
As I come down, trembling and gasping, he gentles his touch but doesn't stop, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until I'm whimpering from the sensitivity. Only then does he slowly withdraw his fingers, pressing tender kisses to my inner thighs.
"You're so beautiful when you come," he whispers.
I smile and attempt to pull him up on top of me. “Want to see me come again?”
He nods and smiles as he crawls up my body. His eyes never leave mine as he positions himself between my thighs, his weight supported on his forearms.
"I need to be inside you," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.
I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his hard length, guiding him to where I'm wet and ready. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I lift my hips to meet him.
He pushes forward slowly, filling me inch by exquisite inch. The delicious stretch has me gasping, my fingers digging into his shoulders. When he's finally deep inside me, we both let out deep groans of satisfaction.
"Fuck, Holly," he breathes against my neck. "You feel incredible."
He begins to move with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, building on the aftershocks of my earlier orgasm. I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, taking him deeper.
"Yes," I moan, meeting his thrusts. "Just like that."
He sets a steady rhythm, his hips rolling into mine with perfect precision. Every thrust hits exactly where I need him, and I find myself meeting his movements, lifting my hips to take him in more fully.
The tension inside me builds rapidly with every thrust, his eyes locked on mine with incredible intensity. My body tightens around him as the pleasure spirals higher, coiling tighter and tighter until suddenly—
"Oh god, Denton!" I cry out as the dam breaks. My entire body convulses, waves of ecstasy washing through me from my core outward. It's overwhelming—more intense than before, more powerful than I ever imagined. I grip his shoulders, my back arching off the bed.
"That's it, baby," he groans, watching me come apart beneath him.
I'm still trembling with aftershocks when his rhythm falters.
His eyes close, his jaw clenches, and his fingers dig into my hips.
"Holly, I'm—" he manages before his words dissolve into a deep, guttural groan.
He thrusts deeply one final time, his whole body shuddering as he finds his release.
The look on his face makes my heart clench.
We collapse together but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he stays buried inside me, his weight a comforting anchor, his face pressed into the crook of my neck. His breath is warm against my skin, his heart hammering against my ribs in a rhythm that slowly begins to steady.
He shifts slightly, just enough to brush his lips against my temple. “Okay?” he murmurs, his voice raspy.
I tilt my head, finding his lips again for a soft, lingering kiss. “More than okay,” I whisper against his mouth. A wave of bone-deep contentment washes over me. The fear is gone, replaced by a profound sense of peace.
He smiles against my lips, a real smile, warm and relieved and full of a joy I haven’t seen in him before.
He pulls me closer, tucking my head under his chin, his arms wrapping securely around me.
One hand strokes my bare back, slow, soothing circles that lull me towards sleep.
The cool sheets, the warmth of his body, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek…
it feels like a cocoon of safety and belonging.