Chapter Twenty-Four
How fucking humiliating was it to reveal the depth of my obsession right in front of the object of it?
I half expected her to get angry, or mock me for it, but she took it a way I couldn’t have imagined.
She was flattered by it. Maybe even relieved.
Did it prove the fact that I hadn’t lied about my feelings?
Did it show her that she’d been in my heart, and…
well, on my body, this entire time? She kept stroking my skin, alternating between the newer, and the older, less vibrant ink, and it was sending ripples of need every-fucking-where.
I grabbed her face, slamming my lips against hers, as I eased her back onto my bed, one jean-clad knee sliding between her legs to rest on the mattress.
“This’d be better if we’re both naked,” I murmured, my lips tickling hers because I wasn’t backing off to speak.
Glory’s palms pressed against my shoulders so I reluctantly backed up a touch. She wasn’t changing her mind, was she? Did the tattoos freak her out after all?
“What?”
“I don’t have… I didn’t do what you… I mean,” she sighed, “I don’t have tattoos of you, I’m sorry. That never even occurred to me.”
I hadn’t expected it to, but maybe it should have, considering her former career choices.
“That’s okay. I just want your skin against mine. I want us to heat each other up as we fucking ride out this burning need together.”
She giggled, reaching for the buttons on my jeans, popping the top one, and expertly tugging them open, so the rest popped open.
“That was oddly romantic, Henley. My god. I can’t believe we’re doing this. It’s going to be amazing, right? It won’t be weird.”
I pressed my fingers over her lips.
“Don’t start making it weird, and it won’t be, yeah?”
I started tugging at her thin sweater, and eased it over her head, tossing it who the hell cares where, and followed that up with the strappy top she wore beneath it.
Then onto her bra, because the longer we took, the more desperate I was for that sensation of warm skin against warm skin. Hers against mine. Finally.
Seeing her breasts for the first time was the kind of thrill that punches you in the gut, and leaves you breathless, but seeing the scarring on her collarbone, where a tattoo used to reside, was a shock I hadn’t expected to feel.
The tattoo was as familiar to me as my own, because she’d had it where everyone could see it.
What had been there was a series of Japanese characters, which spelled out the words ‘live for now’.
Why she’d had that removed, I had no idea, but when I ran my palms up her sides, I felt more scarring.
“The fuck?”
I leaned to the side, to check what I was feeling, right where the thorny vines were that she’d had painted up her side, but they too were gone.
“Glory,” I started, and she shook her head vehemently.
“No. That’s the past. We’re the future. Don’t kill this moment, Henley.”
Fuck. I shelved the anger and confusion as best I could, giving her my love and respect instead. This moment was about showing her how I could be her future, like she said. Not to dwell on the past.
My kisses trailed over the first missing tattoo, and then the second, and then I was trailing my lips back up her stomach, and nuzzling between her breasts, my palms cupping them from the sides.
“I’m touching your boobs, Glory… me…”
She giggled breathlessly, sliding her fingers into my hair.
“I thought we agreed not to make it weird… fill your mouth with something, Henley.” I thought she’d never ask.
I kissed my way to the left nipple, sliding my tongue around it and sucking it against the roof of my mouth, starting soft and sweet, and testing where her pleasure lay, by sucking harder until she arched and gasped.
A little pain, but not a lot, I could give her that.
I sucked it again, kissing my way to the other nipple, stopping to suck on her skin in between, leaving a little mark for her since she’d removed the others.
I licked her right nipple, grinning at her as she watched me.
“Your bestie is all over your boobies, Glory.”
She groaned, dropping her head back on the bed. “Stop making it weird, dammit! There’s a nipple waiting to be sucked!”
I licked it again, blowing on the moistened skin as she shivered.
“Oh god, please.”
I sucked on her nipple, tugging lightly as she practically rippled beneath me with pleasure.
Her fingers curled into my hair again and she tugged on it, a deliciously sweet sting of pain to add to all the pleasure and need I was already trying to hold back.
“Can I tongue that sweet pussy, Glory? I’ve been dreaming of it for so many years.”
She sighed, a raspy sound, one filled with need and desperation, something that sent shivers down my spine, because I’d never heard such a sound from her before.
Her fists both gripped my hair, halting me as I tried to move.
“No?”
“Yes. Definitely yes, Henley. Can you stop edging me and just get on with it please? I haven’t had pleasure in so long.”
Join the club, sweetheart. Even the thought of other women had been a hell no for me, so yeah, I guess celibacy had become my thing.
No more though. Tonight I’d finally be where I belonged, and only death would pry us apart.
I slowed in the middle of tugging the rest of her clothes off.
Where the fuck did that thought come from? Was I losing my mind?
“Henley, please!”
I dragged her clothes off, and pressed her thighs apart, staring at the last part of her that was no longer a mystery to me. I knew how beautiful it was now, and I was about to learn its taste, and how every millimetre of her felt.
That first inhale of her scent had a low growl rumbling from my throat, like I’d turned into some kind of animal, and it was like I lost all sense of manners or acceptable behaviour, burying my face in her pussy and licking her like a savage.
Her taste. Holy fuck, her taste. I wanted to die with this taste in my mouth, not that I wanted to die right now, I had a lifetime of pussy eating to do first.
“Oh god, Oh GOD!”
Glory’s hips kept rising as she fought against my grip, and tried to guide my mouth where she wanted it, but there was one problem with that.
I didn’t want it just anywhere. I wanted it everywhere.
I wanted to devour her whole. I wanted to lick her into oblivion.
I wanted her screaming, while she rode my face, and tore the hair from my scalp.
Once again I was freaking myself out with the weird shit I was thinking, but see, that’s why we don’t say all the things we think. So we don’t end up locked away from the people we want to eat.
“I’m… Oh god, I’m cominggggggggg!” The last word was a literal scream, and I felt hairs being torn from my scalp, but I didn’t give a fuck. Her pleasure was enough reason to lose the lot, because she needed this, and so did I. Jesus fuck, so did I.
Glory
I’d always known he had an active mouth, but that?
I was still soaring high in the sky, my body tingling as oxygen started to reach the parts that’d been deprived by my gasping and that scream.
That… I screamed. I orgasmed so hard that I screamed.
I thought that stuff only happened in… well, nowhere.
“Aw you look so sweet and orgasm comatose,” Henley said, licking his way up my stomach, sucking my skin here and there, and probably leaving mark after mark, but every little sting felt like pleasure, while my nerve endings were still singing softly.
“That sweet pussy needs my cock now, Glory,” he murmured, kissing my throat as I stared blearily at the ceiling, my brain still half disconnected.
“Uh huh,” I responded distantly, understanding the words, but unable to form a sentence myself.
Henley braced himself over me, and nudged my cheek with his face.
“Can I? Can I slide deep inside you, and see if I can get another scream from you? I need more than a dazed mumble, sweetheart.”
He leaned over me, his eyes on mine. “You want me inside you, sweetheart? Want me to make you mine?”
I shivered, but it was like an aftershock rather than anything else.
“God yes. Please.”
I helped him out of the jeans and dark underpants, and suddenly there it was. Henley’s dick. Henley, aka Nate, the best person I’d known in my life. The one person I never thought I’d get to be with.
“Please. I want you inside me.”
He grinned, grabbing a condom, and tearing it open, sliding it over his length as I felt my body practically tingling at the thought of him being inside me.
Maybe the tingles were left over from that orgasm, who knows.
What I did know was that he wasn’t inside me yet.
I reached for him, and he took a deep breath, moving over me.
“Jesus. Is this really happening?”
I covered his mouth with my hand. “It will if you get on with it, Henley. NO overthinking, no stressing about what a big deal it is. It’s only a big deal if it actually happens.”
He was laughing as he moved my hand, threading our fingers together as he used his other hand to guide himself into me, just the head of his cock breaching me as he paused again.
“I’m about to fuck you at last. My god.”
“Henley,” I warned, and he grinned, easing himself deep inside me in one smooth thrust that pushed the air from our lungs as we pressed tight together.
“See how well we fit?”
“Show me.”
He stroked my cheek. “Mine, Glory. All mine.” His lips pressed against mine as he began to move, and the parts of me that should have panicked at the thought of another man claiming ownership of me disappeared off on a long term holiday, because it was him, and I should always have been his.