Chapter 7 #2
I traced my fingers down her side—feather-light, barely touching—and watched goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch. Her breath hitched, and her hips shifted restlessly.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, my fingers drawing lazy patterns across her hipbone.
“Yes.” She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. “I trust you. Do whatever you want. I’m—” She pulled in another shaky breath. “I’m yours.”
She was. Completely.
She just didn’t know it yet.
“Good girl,” I murmured, and kissed her once more, before sliding back down her body, settling between her legs again.
This time, I kept my eyes on her face as I lowered my mouth to her clit—watching her expression as I added two fingers. She was so wet now that my fingers slid in easily, and the sound she made when I found that perfect angle nearly undid me.
I spent the next twenty or thirty minutes bringing her to the brink again and again until she was crying actual tears.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Please, please, please. I can’t—I need—”
“Shh.” I kissed her tears away, my heart clenching at the sight of them even as my cock throbbed at how desperate she’d become. “You’re doing so well. You’re perfect.”
“I’m dying. You’re killing me.”
“You’re not dying. You’re just feeling everything.” I brushed her hair back from her face.
I kissed her—deep and slow—while my hand returned between her legs. She was soaking wet, so sensitive that even the lightest touch made her gasp. I worked her slowly, carefully, watching her face to gauge every response.
“Luke.” Her voice broke on my name. “I can’t do this anymore. I need you inside me.”
That was the moment I remembered I didn’t actually have any condoms. Why would I? I hadn’t needed them in sixteen years.
I met her eyes, hating what I was about to say. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Holly went still beneath me. I watched her process this information—saw the moment of hesitation, the internal calculation. This was a huge step. We both knew it.
She bit her lip, thinking. Then her eyes found mine, clear and certain. “I’m on birth control. And I got tested after … after Eric.” She paused. “Have you been tested?”
“Last year at my annual physical.” I didn’t tell her it was a running joke between my doctor and me that the tests were unnecessary. “And I haven’t been with anyone since.”
She nodded slowly, weighing my answer. “Okay. Then we don’t need one. I trust you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I need you, Luke.”
After everything her ex had done, the fact that she could still trust someone this way floored me. She was giving me her body, her vulnerability, her belief that I wouldn’t hurt her.
I intended to honor that trust.
“I’ve got you,” I managed, my voice rough, as I sat back on my heels, my hands shaking as I worked my belt. Holly watched me with hazy, half-lidded eyes as I stripped off my clothes. When my cock finally sprang free, hard and leaking, her eyes went dark with want.
“Come here,” she said, reaching for me.
I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock just barely pressing against her entrance. “Last chance to back out.”
“If you don’t fuck me right now, Luke Byron, I’m going to lose my mind.” She reached between us and guided me to her entrance.
The sensation of entering her was overwhelming.
Tight and wet and hot, her body gripping me like she was made for me.
I had to close my eyes and focus on breathing, on not embarrassing myself by coming before we’d barely started.
I’d prided myself on my stamina—had spent years building it up—but one second in Holly’s pussy, and I had to think of math equations not to blow.
“Oh God,” Holly breathed when she’d taken me all the way.
“I know,” I said, my forehead pressing against hers. “You feel incredible.”
I lifted my head to stare down at her. She looked thoroughly debauched—hair messy, lips swollen, a satisfied flush spreading across her chest. I wanted to memorize this image forever.
“You’re staring again,” she said softly.
“You’re worth staring at.”
I kissed her as I started moving—slow, deep strokes that made her gasp into my mouth. She was so sensitive now that every thrust seemed to send shockwaves through her body.
“Is this okay?” I asked against her lips. “Not too much?”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. “God, Luke. The way you feel—”
I buried my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin and sex and something uniquely Holly.
“Look at me,” she said, and when I lifted my head, her eyes were clear and intense. “I want to see your handsome face.”
I threaded my fingers through hers, pinning her hands gently above her head, and maintained eye contact as I continued moving.
The intimacy of this position—of seeing everything in her face, knowing she was seeing everything in mine—made this feel like more than just sex.
This felt like something else entirely. Something bigger.
“You feel so good,” I said, the words coming out rough and honest. “So perfect. I love this. I love being inside you. I love watching you fall apart.”
“I love you making me fall apart.”
I shifted my weight to one arm and slid my hand between us, finding her clit. The moment my thumb made contact, she gasped, her back arching.
“There. Right there.”
I circled it with steady pressure, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. The dual stimulation had her trembling beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“I’m going to—” She couldn’t finish the sentence, her whole body tensing. “Luke, I'm coming. Oh god.”
Her inner walls clamped down on me, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She cried out my name, and the raw, desperate, satisfied sound made something primal surge in my chest.
Mine, some part of my brain insisted.
I kissed her, pouring everything I was feeling into it. The pace of my thrusts increased despite my best efforts to make this last. I was getting close—that familiar tightening at the base of my spine, the way my balls drew up tight.
“Holly.” Her name came out as almost a groan. “I’m close. Can I—where do you want me to—”
“Inside.” She squeezed my hands, her eyes locked on mine. “Come inside me. I want to feel it.”
The permission was all I needed. I thrust harder, faster, chasing my release while trying to make sure she was still with me, still good.
“Can you give me one more, sweetheart?”
“I can’t. I already—”
“You can. I know you can.” I adjusted my angle slightly, hitting that spot inside her that had made her see stars earlier. “Come on, Holly. Let go for me.”
She came with a sharp cry that pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit like a freight train—pleasure radiating out from my cock through my entire body as I emptied inside her in hot pulses, my hips jerking.
It went on forever. Or maybe it just felt like forever because it was the single best experience of my entire life.
When I finally stopped shaking, I carefully lowered myself onto my forearms so I wouldn’t crush her. We were both breathing hard, covered in sweat despite the winter cold outside.
“That was …” She trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Yeah.”
“Your ex lied to you.”
I laughed, the sound surprising me. “Maybe she did.”
“There’s no maybe about it.” She tilted her head back to look at me properly. “That was incredible. You were incredible.”
I kissed her softly, feeling something settle in my chest. Something warm and right and permanent.
This was love. It had to be.
I’d told myself back in the car on the way to her house that I didn’t believe in love at first sight, but if this feeling wasn’t love, I didn’t know what was.
I started to ease out of her, but Holly made a soft sound of protest.
“Not yet. Just … stay for a minute.”
So I stayed, keeping my weight off her but remaining connected, feeling our heartbeats slow in tandem, until my cock softened.
I pulled out slowly, and immediately some of my cum started to leak out of her. I watched, transfixed, as it dripped down to the blankets beneath her.
An idea—a fantasy I’d harbored since watching a particular video years ago—surfaced in my mind.
“Can I …” I cleared my throat. “There’s something I want to do. If you’re okay with it.”
Holly’s eyebrows rose. “After that, you can do pretty much whatever you want to me. What is it?”
“I want to clean you up.”
“Okay? I think I saw a box of tissues—”
“No. I mean …” I felt my face heat. “With my mouth. I want to—” I couldn’t quite say it, so I just moved down between her legs and looked up at her, hoping she’d understand.
Her eyes went wide. “You want to—oh my God. You want to eat your own cum out of me?”
When she put it that way, it sounded filthy.
It was filthy.
And it was absolutely what I wanted.
“Yes.”
“That’s … that’s really fucking hot, Luke.”
“So I can?”
“Oh yeah.”
I lowered my mouth to her, my tongue finding the mix of our releases. The taste was strange but not unpleasant. And the way Holly gasped and arched into my mouth made it worth any weirdness.
I took my time, cleaning her thoroughly, maybe more thoroughly than strictly necessary. When I was satisfied, I kissed my way back up her body and found her watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she said.
I felt my face heat even more. “I’ve always wondered what that would be like. I saw it once in porn and it just … well, it stuck with me.”
She laughed with genuine delight. “Well, I’m glad I could help make your fantasy come true.”
I settled beside her in the nest of blankets, pulling her close against my side. “You have no idea.”
“No idea about what?”
I kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair and sex and … us. “How many of my fantasies you just fulfilled.”
She turned her face up to mine, and her smile was soft and satisfied and beautiful. “Good.”
We lay there in comfortable silence, the fire crackling beside us, the world frozen outside.
This, I thought. This is what I want.
Not just sex, not just physical pleasure, but this—Holly in my arms, safe and satisfied and staying.
Holly traced lazy patterns on my chest, her breathing evening out into something slow and peaceful.
“Luke?” she murmured sleepily.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for coming to get me.”
“Always,” I said, and meant it with everything in me. “I’ll always come get you.”
She pressed a kiss to my chest, right over my heart, and settled closer.
Outside, the ice storm continued. Inside, wrapped in blankets by the fire with Holly in my arms, I’d never felt warmer in my life.