35 #2
“When I saw that thing on top of you...” She drew in a trembling breath, closing her eyes for a moment.
As if she could still see it, even now. “Fuck, Salem, I thought it was going to kill you. That was worse than any nightmare. I couldn’t.
..” She stopped and took several slow, deep breaths.
“I couldn’t watch that happen. I can’t even describe what that felt like.
Seeing you on the ground and knowing that if I didn’t hit my shot—”
She made a soft sound and lowered her head. I took her face in my hands, and her eyes glistened when they met mine.
“I can’t lose you,” she said. “I’ve made it through a lot of shit, but that’s not something I could survive. You shouldn’t have looked for me. You shouldn’t—”
I kissed her, stopping her words. Her arms wrapped around my waist, touching me like it was the first and last time.
“I will always come after you,” I said. I pressed my cheek against hers, savoring her warmth, her closeness. “And I know you’d come after me too.”
I expected her to feel frail, but it was the opposite. The way her calloused hands explored me was strong, hungry .
“You should eat,” I whispered as she kissed and sucked my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I intend to.”
She kept kissing, teasing, biting until she made a small sound of pain. She didn’t want to stop—but I forced her back against the chair.
“Let me,” I said. She didn’t seem to fully understand what I meant until I sank to my knees at her feet.
She combed her fingers through my hair, gripped the short tufts, and pulled my head back.
“Look at those eyes,” she said. “So beautiful. Open your mouth for me. Open wide, tongue out.” Her voice was delicious, irresistibly authoritative.
Obeying her made a hot rush of lust scurry down my back, but I sucked in a deep breath and held the position.
Mouth open, tongue out, eyes fixed on the woman leaning over me.
“That’s it. Look at me.” I hung on her every word, my stomach fluttering when she smiled. “I’m never fucking leaving you again, Salem. My good girl.”
She sipped her whiskey and slowly, carefully, brought her lips to mine. The liquor flowed between us, fiery over my tongue and burning down my throat. When she straightened up, there was a blaze in my chest and sparks in my heart.
“I’ll be your good girl,” I said, reaching for the waistband of her underwear.
She let me pull them down, standing and leaning on my shoulders as she stepped out of them.
She wore only her white shirt, unbuttoned so her chest was laid bare.
Her nipples pebbled as I traced my hands over her stomach, kissing her slowly, tenderly.
Her legs were beginning to shake, so she lay back among the big pillows on the bed, legs spread. As she watched me, I stood at the foot of the mattress and peeled off my sweater. One item at a time, I stripped for her, tossing my panties at her face as a final cheeky tease.
She grabbed them and gripped them between her teeth.
Her one hand was between her legs, her fingers creating a rhythmic movement over her clit.
For a moment, I could only stare. Lost in her sensuality, in every curve, every scar, every dimple.
Every perfect human flaw I wanted to touch, kiss, and memorize.
Crawling up the bed, I kissed her feet. Her breath hitched when my lips touched her, moving reverently along the arch of her foot to her ankle.
“Don’t tell me you have a thing for feet,” she teased, and I laughed. I lingered there, kissed each toe, massaged my fingers into her sole.
“I have a thing for your feet,” I said. “I have a thing for all of you.”
She grinned playfully and pressed her foot against the side of my face. She pushed me down against the bed, holding me there, heel squished into my cheek as she looked down at me.
“Such a pretty face,” she said, digging her heel in a little more. The sensation of being crushed by her was delicious. My belly tingled, heat flaring through me the harder she pressed me down. “You’ll look even better between my thighs.”
I whimpered, reaching out to caress the soft, dark hair on her legs. I turned my head, just enough to inhale the heavenly smell of her skin and kiss her sole. When I looked up at her again, she was staring at me with hooded eyes as she pleasured herself.
“Squirm for me, baby,” she said. I did, struggling under her heel, groaning when she pressed her other foot into my face. Her breath came harder. “Can’t get away, can you? Just look at you, such a desperate little slut for me.”
“Need you,” I mumbled, words muffled as she crushed me. “Need you in my mouth... please... want you so bad...”
“Open up,” she said, nudging the ball of her foot against my lips.
I obeyed, licking and sucking her toes, savoring her sharp gasps at the stimulation.
She kept my head pressed down, her soft sounds of ecstasy winding me up until I was unbearably turned on.
She pressed two fingers inside her core and groaned, which made me struggle more, mumbling pleading gibberish around her toes.
“Aw, what is it, hm?” she said. “Is that not enough for you, pretty girl? Do you want more?”
“Mm-mmph!” Watching her touch herself was throwing more fuel on the fire inside me. It felt as if my insides were coiling with need, tension winding ever tighter until I was ready to burst.
Finally, she let my head up and said, “Get up here. Put that mouth to work.”
“God, I missed waking up next to you,” I said, crawling up between her legs.
“I dreamed of you.” I kissed her stomach, traced my nose across the hollow of her hip bone.
“I thought of you all day.” I nuzzled against her thigh, in awe of the stretch marks on her beautiful golden skin.
I kissed them slowly, softly. “I won’t let you go alone again. I won’t.”
I pressed my face into the curly hair covering her mons, eyes rolling back with the scent of her arousal. I extended my tongue, flicking it over her clit as she pumped her fingers inside.
“God, you’re perfect,” she said, voice tight. “It kills me, Salem, to want you like this. It’s not enough.”
“What would be enough?”
“You, always.” She said those words like they scared her. Her eyes widened and the words shook.
She withdrew her hand, holding up her glistening fingers for me.
“See what you do to me, sweetheart?” she said as I sucked her fingers clean. She pressed my head down, her thighs squeezing as my tongue plunged inside her. “So good for me. Just looking at you gets me so wet.”
She guided my head, keeping a tight grip on my hair as she instructed me, “Just like that, keep going.”
She looked like a queen, lounging in pleasure, legs spread.
Flicking my tongue back and forth over her clit, I slid two fingers inside her and practically melted at the sound she made.
I stroked her inner walls, shivering as she clenched around my fingers.
She tasted so good—a little salty, a little sweet, all her.
“Just like that, baby. Holy fuck.” She arched on the bed, only to cry out in pain and fall back again. “Shit, shit. Don’t fucking stop, Salem.” She paused, her tight grip on my hair loosening for a moment. “If you need to stop, tap my leg. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said, right before she shoved my head down again, using my mouth for her pleasure. She ground on me until her thighs tensed, every muscle squeezing as she came. God, she tasted so good. I was drunk on her essence and only wanted more.
Her legs were limp and trembling with the aftershocks, but that didn’t stop her from flipping me around, grasping my hips, and pulling me back onto her mouth.
“I might hurt you!” I moaned, unable to help it as her tongue found my clit. She pressed her hand against my back, shoving me down, and I couldn’t resist burying my face between her legs again. I tried not to mistakenly bump her injuries, but she didn’t seem to care.
Her tongue wove poetry on my flesh, moans of pleasure rumbling in her chest. Slowly, I pressed two fingers inside her again, my stomach fluttering when she gasped and said, “Good girl, fuck, just like that...”
Her thighs tightened around my head, and I moaned against her. Her nails dragged along my back, leaving burning rivers behind, her passion seared into my flesh.
Locked together, entranced, all I could see, feel, hear—was her.
Her inner walls throbbed, squeezing around my fingers just like her arms squeezed around my waist, locking me in place. Her tongue curled around my clit and I quivered, breath coming in quick gasps.
“Ah! Rayne!” I half cried, half moaned the words. My motor control was nearly lost as I came, the only movement that remained in me was my lapping tongue and shaking legs.
I rolled off her to lay beside her, pressed close. Her skin was sticky with sweat; her lips glistened as she slowly licked the taste of me from them.
“Promise me,” I whispered. “We’re in this together now.”
She nodded, her arm tightening around me. “I promise, Salem.”