Chapter 20 #3
“Thank you for tonight, Halsey. I don’t think I’ve had that much fun in a while.” I kiss his chest. “And thank you for my bracelets. I love them so much.”
“You’re welcome,” he answers tersely.
“We should have totally purchased another lemon square and put it in the fridge for later. It was so good. Didn’t you like it?”
“Yup,” he says as I shift, my nipples rubbing against his side.
“And that dinner was amazing too. I’ve always heard such great things about the Sandbar. I’m so glad we were able to go.”
“Yeah, good,” he answers. His clipped responses make me chuckle.
I smooth my hand over his chest, running my fingers along the ridges of his muscles. “Honestly, it was one of the best nights I’ve ever had. What about you?”
“Great night,” he says on a sigh as my finger travels over his abs and around his belly button.
“That’s all? Just a great night?”
I move my hand to the waistband of his boxer briefs, and just as I start to slip my fingers underneath, he grips my wrist and then rolls me to my back, pinning my hand to the mattress as he hovers over me. His erection presses against my thigh as my eyes connect with his frustrated ones.
“It was the best night I’ve had in a really fucking long time,” he says through clenched teeth.
“I’ve dreamed of the day that I could hold your hand and walk around, knowing you were the girl I could claim as mine.
The night wasn’t just great, Blakely, it was a fucking awesome reality that stemmed from many lonely nights dreaming. ”
And this is why I need this man. Right here. Why I need him to not block me off from being intimate. When he says things like that, I want to savor them and make them last longer. Feel him so deep inside me that I can’t think of anything but him and me.
“Halsey,” I whisper, but he continues.
“You’re my dream girl, Blakely. Everything I ever fucking wanted. So never second-guess that.”
“If that’s the case, then why hold back with me?” I ask as I slide my hand not pinned down between us and grip his large bulge. His head falls forward as he sucks in a sharp breath. “Intimacy is not going to hurt us. Let’s play. Let us have fun. Let’s get to know each other on all levels.”
His eyes connect with mine as he says, “I’ll keep taking what I want from you, Blakely. Doesn’t that scare you? Because it sure as shit scares me.”
I shake my head. “It just makes me want you that much more. To be desired is never a bad thing, Halsey. It actually makes me feel that much more powerful.”
His grip on my wrist loosens as his body starts to melt against mine, his cock pushing into my palm.
“I’m going to want you every night,” he says softly as he squeezes my bare breast. “I’m going to want you in every position.
I’ll want to own you, make sure you never leave this bed unsatisfied.
I want you coming on my face every night.
Coming on my cock every chance I can get.
And I want that sinful mouth sucking me until nothing is left to give. ”
My legs spread as I start to throb with the possibility of what he’s offering.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Halsey.”
“Isn’t it?” he asks as he continues to massage my breast, but now lowering his lips to my neck.
“No.” I sigh as he nibbles on the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “It’s what I want too.”
“I’m going to be too rough.”
“I hope you are,” I respond as I slip my hand into his briefs and grip his cock, slowly pumping him.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he blows out a heavy breath against my skin, his hips pumping with my hand. “I want you to want me for me.”
That makes me pause as I force him to look at me. “Are you afraid I’ll only want you because of this? What we do in the bedroom?”
He nods.
I shake my head. “I want you for so much more than that, Halsey. But this connection is important too. You can have both equally.”
“I want both,” he says, sounding like a man of desperation.
“Then take both,” I reply.
He hesitates, his mouth just hovering over my collarbone now, and as he slowly starts to lift, I grow disheartened, thinking he won’t take what he wants. But then he crashes his mouth to mine and I’m instantly consumed by him.
All my blood rushes to my core, sending a tingling sensation out to the tips of my limbs as his mouth parts mine and his tongue dances along my tongue. Tangling, stroking, enticing me more and more with what I know he can sinfully do to me.
While his mouth takes charge, I grip the waistband of his briefs and push them down. Then I use my feet to push them all the way off until he’s free of them. Next, I slip my underwear off, tossing them to the side. Then I spread my legs, showing him that I’m more than ready.
His hand squeezing my breast travels down my stomach to between my legs, where he methodically rubs two fingers over my clit.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he makes small, concentric circles with his fingers. “This cunt will never stop wanting me, will it?”
“Never,” I say as I bring my knees up to my chest, loving being so exposed to him and anything he wants to do to me.
“I’ll never stop craving you.” I rock my hips against his hand, bringing this sensation in my stomach to a heightened awareness. “I’ll never stop wanting this pussy,” he mutters as his mouth lifts back to mine.
He brings one of my legs down and starts rocking against it, rubbing his erection along my thigh, and it feels so naughty, so erotic to know that this man is so turned on that he needs to use my leg to ease the tension building inside him.
“I want to come all over your cock,” I say.
“Promise?” He releases his hand from between my legs and then smooths it up my thigh. He lifts up and flips me over to my stomach. “This sight,” he says as he runs his hand over my ass. “The most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
He spreads my cheeks with both hands and then brings his mouth to my back hole, where he licks, and I nearly fly off the bed.
“Halsey,” I gasp, only making him chuckle.
“Not ready for that, baby?”
I gulp, thinking about the kind of pleasure he could bring me. “I. . .I don’t.” I swallow hard. “I don’t know.”
“How about this . . .” He moves toward the nightstand and removes one of his slender vibrators. He lubes it up and then brings it back over to me. While teasing the tip along my ass, he asks, “Can I use this?”
Once again, I swallow hard and then slowly nod.
“Jesus, you’re going to make me come so hard tonight.” He gently massages my butt with one hand. “Tilt your ass in the air for me, baby,” he says, and I do so, angling up and feeling more exposed than ever.
I feel him sit on his knees behind me while he continues to massage me, relaxing the tension that’s building in my stomach. And then when I’m least expecting it, he inserts the already vibrating vibrator inside my ass.
“Breathe out,” he says as I tense. “Come on, baby, take this for me.”
I let out a deep breath, and he inserts it the rest of the way, hitting me in a place I didn’t even know existed. I grip the comforter tightly as he tilts the vibrator toward my belly button.
“Oh my . . . fuck,” I whisper as my back dips.
“Deep breaths,” he whispers softly as his hands lovingly stroke over my body.
He begins by smoothing over my butt, down to the dip in my back, up my spine, and around to my front, where he gently cups my breast. His normal rough relationship with my nipples remains calm, and he carefully rubs them in his fingers, bringing them to a hardened point.
There’s no urgency.
There’s no desire, burning a hole into his meticulous plan.
There’s just him, taking his time and making me feel so good that my legs start to knock together as an intense pleasure builds deep at the base of my spine. A pleasure so different that it’s actually startling.
“One day,” he whispers as he trails his fingertips over my heated skin. “This ass will be mine. My cock will claim it, but we’ll work up to that, baby. Right now, I want you to see how fucking good it feels.”
He’s right . . . this feels . . . incredible. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Tell me you like it,” he says as his hand trails over my shoulder and back to my breasts again.
“I love it,” I say, feeling out of breath.
“Fuck . . . yes,” he says as he lowers his head and starts lapping at my exposed clit.
I immediately clench but then relax as his thumb slips inside me, and he pleasures me on all ends.
“Halsey,” I gasp as he switches his thumb for his fingers. “Oh my God.”
My hips rock against him.
My stomach starts to tense.
And my legs go completely numb.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks.
I nod, my voice completely lost now.
“I want to hear it, Blakely.”
“I’m . . . oh fuck.” I dip my head down, a bolt of lust shooting straight up my spine.
“Fuck, Halsey . . . oh fuck,” I cry as my body screams toward the precipice now.
His tongue flicking against my clit, the vibrations against the sensitive nerves, spurs me into a tailspin of euphoria.
“I’m going to . . . oh fuck!” I yell as my body tips over the edge and I start convulsing under his touch.
The inner walls of my ass constrict around the vibrator, a sensation I’ve never felt before.
The throbbing between my legs is so exponentially intense that I feel a wave of arousal seep down my legs.
And the short laps of his tongue make me buck my hips against his head, seeking out every last part of this delicious, earth-shattering orgasm.
When I finally catch my breath, Halsey removes the vibrator and turns me so I’m on my back. He straddles my stomach, and while holding his painfully large erection, he says, “Squeeze your tits together.”
I don’t even give it a second thought. I bring my boobs together, and he immediately slips his dick between them. He grips the headboard and then starts fucking my cleavage so hard that he almost seems like a blur above me.
“These fucking tits, they’re so goddamn sexy.” He blows out a breath. “Jesus Christ.” I release my breasts and open my mouth, bringing his cock straight to my lips. “Fuck, baby.”
I suck his tip hard as I move my hand under him and start playing with his balls.
“Won’t last long,” he says as I squeeze. “Nope . . . won’t last fucking long.” He moves his hips, and his dick grows larger in my mouth. But at this angle, I can’t take him very far. He knows this, so he sits back, lifts my leg onto his shoulder, and then positions himself against my entrance.
His movements are erratic, and desperation for him to come falls over us both as he plunges inside me and groans.
I look up at him and say, “Fill me with your cum.”
His eyes roll to the back of his head as he pounds into me.
There’s nothing slow about it.
He’s demanding.
He’s relentless.
He seeks out his pleasure and his pleasure alone, and it’s so goddamn sexy that my body grows with need as well. To get me there quicker, I find the vibrator to the side, turn it on, and bring it to my clit where I let it vibrate against us both.
“My dirty, fucking girl,” he says, gripping my hips. The angle of my leg adds to the pleasure. “You want another one, don’t you?”
“Please make me come again, Halsey.”
He grunts and moves even faster.
The bed shakes.
Our moans mix in the air.
And the slapping of our skin sets the rhythm as our pleasure builds and builds and builds until he shouts out my name, the sound echoing through the room as he pauses and shoots his cum inside me.
“Fuck . . . me,” he cries just as I tip over the edge too, my pussy contracting around his throbbing cock, prolonging his orgasm.
He moans, I groan, and we shift together, taking every last drop until we’re sated.
That’s when he drops down and lies on top of me, feeling like the best weighted blanket ever.
I turn off the vibrator and toss it to the side before wrapping my arms around him and kissing his shoulder.
“Blakely,” he whispers quietly.
“Hmm?” I ask as I keep him in place by wrapping my legs around him. I don’t want him to move. I don’t want him to go anywhere. He’s mine, all of him. It’s not too soon. I know that now. This man was meant for me. How did I not see him?
“I like you so fucking much.”
A smile tilts my lips up as I continue to kiss his shoulder. “I like you so much, too.”
He brings his lips to my neck, sending goosebumps along my skin.
“Please give me a chance to prove to you that I’m the man you need.”
What is he talking about?
“You’ve already proven that.”
He rises up just enough for me to see the scared look in his eyes. “I have baggage, Blakely. I don’t want that to hurt us. I’m going to work on it, I promise.”
“Halsey,” I say while cupping his cheek.
“I like you as you are. I think you’re amazing.
” And that’s not a lie. He’s been so much more transparent since he started opening up.
He acknowledges he’s not far along the path of grieving, but that’s okay too.
He wants me. He waited for me. And he’s so generous with his heart.
“I want to work on things now,” he says. “Holden would want me to.”
Very confused about where this is all coming from, I stroke his cheek and search his eyes for any explanation, but all I see is determination.
“Halsey, where is this coming from? This insecurity?”
With a sigh, he shifts off me and rolls to his back. I press a kiss to his chest and quickly head to the bathroom to clean up because I feel like whatever he has to say will be more than just a few seconds.
He follows me in and cleans up as well. Every once in a while, I catch him staring at me, and I can’t help but swoon at the way his expression changes whenever our eyes connect.
Once we’re done, we climb back into bed, and as he lies down on his back again, I move on top of him so our chests are pressed together, and I’m staring down at him.
“So . . .” I continue. “Where is this all coming from, Halsey?”