Chapter 18
SAM
All I could see was her swollen core, already inviting me to take her, and I didn’t want to fight it or use the toys. All I wanted was to sink inside her and stay, fucking her deep and for as long as she would let me. Let the warmth of her body fuel me to please her in any way I could.
I stepped up behind her and dipped a finger into the hot chocolate, making sure it was cool enough.
Grunting, I tipped the chocolatey liquid over her back, smirking as the monitor beeped erratically.
I was watching that coil tighten and release in real time.
A darkness settled deep within me, knowing that.
The hot chocolate was thicker, something I picked up while in France. Easy to make, and, apparently, drink off of someone.
Her moan spurred me on as I brought my lips to her back, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake. It tasted amazing, the chocolate mingling with the candy apple lotion she used last night.
She shuddered at my touch, and my dick jerked. I dragged my finger between her lips as I continued to lap up the chocolate that ran down her body and onto the table beneath her.
The most beautiful squeak left her lips when I placed pressure on her clit.
“Tell me what you want.”
I drew messy chocolaty shapes and letters over her back, reaching forward and letting two fingers slip behind the ribbon and into her waiting mouth to taste my secret recipe.
“I’m the only one who can touch you like this, Lucy. ” I growled, lining my cock at her entrance, pushing the tip in slowly.
She moaned softly, but didn’t answer my question. That earned her another smack, causing her back to arch and push her body into the table.
“Only you,” she screamed out.
At the moment, I was so glad I gave enough slack so she could reply. I wanted to hear every scream and cry from her. Push the boundaries without going completely over the ledge.
Her body already responded, pulling me in and pulsing around me impossibly. She was so hot, wet, and tight for me. An animalistic need overcame my senses, and I even surprised myself at the thought of simply biting out that implant here and now.
“I want to fill you up here and now. You have no idea, Lucy. Fuck, I want to put a baby in you.”
With one hand on her hip, I moved the other to her tank top, ripping it the rest of the way off, and grabbing at the fabric for extra leverage as I fucked her without mercy. The table threatened to crack under us, but I never stopped moving.
Her back arched once more, her hips grinding into the table each time I slammed into her. She screamed out, no other sound in the room other than skin slapping against skin and the constant monotone beep of the watch.
I wouldn't last much longer like this. This weekend was the most sex I’d had in years, and the last thing I needed was to go through some sort of dick burn from fucking so much.
So much passion had tried to replace the constant burning of the demons inside of me.
Lucy was letting me run with it, and I had every intention to use that to my advantage right now.
“Do you like to be tied up and used like a good little slut? It’s okay. I will keep your secret.”
Thrusting in and out, I found my eyes unable to leave her form. Her mouth gaped as she took every inch I drove into her. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face, and she screamed for more.
I never really felt like much of anything, especially when I have to look into the faces of the families who had lost a son, brother, sister, or mother.
It’s a burden nobody should have to bear.
In one weekend, Lucy had shown me that I deserved to be here, and maybe that was why I survived, because I still had a purpose, my story wasn’t over yet.
“Do you want to come, Lu?”
She was a moaning mess, unable to answer as I continued to rail her against the table. Next to the cup was the vibrator I’d bought yesterday when I got her gift from the store next door.
I reached for it, turning it to the lowest setting and placing it on her clit, gradually increasing the intensity. Her body responded beautifully to me, hips pushing back to meet my thrusts. This thing was powerful. I could feel it from inside as her pussy had my cock in a death-grip.
“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight. I’ve made you come. Let’s see if you have another surprise in you.”
I’m not even sure she heard me in the bliss, as another orgasm was rapidly building.
Her hips rolled as much as the bondage would allow, and a frustrated groan left her lips. I moved the vibrator around, learning the places that made her writhe under me and cry the loudest.
Lucy’s body quaked, forcing herself to fuck me back with fervor when a rush of liquid sprayed my dick and coated my abdomen.
I flattened my hand on the middle of her back and fucked into her nice and slow, letting the orgasm drive the jerks of her body as she clenched tightly around me. I followed closely behind, resting my head on top of my hand as I found my own release, filling her with every drop of come I had.
“Now, I get to unwrap you and give you a real present,” I breathed, undoing each bow one by one.
When I removed the one over her mouth, she was silent, head slack and hanging slightly off the table. Her eyes fluttered in exhaustion as she remained unmoving.
Her voice was small as she spoke. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?”
“I peed all over you.”
I knelt, placing my chocolate-coated lips against hers, swallowing that apology right down.
“I’m pretty sure you squirted. Let’s get you out so we can relax. I can help you cook some food for your brother and the other guys at the station.”
“I have something for you, too.”
I smiled, cradling her in my arms, and brought her back to the couch so we could finish exchanging gifts.
In all her naked glory, Lucy ripped into the wrapping paper to reveal a small velvet box, tears forming in her eyes when she opened it and pulled out the necklace.
It was a simple locket, and when she opened it, she had to wipe away a stray tear.
The inside had two pictures. The left, a picture my father took when I had graduated from basic, dressed in my blues and wishing she was the one who had tapped me out.
On the right side, a picture of us I’d snagged over the weekend and put a rush on printing. The night of the fire.
It wasn’t my first choice, but I had seen it in the window of the jewelry store and was sold, knowing she loved anything vintage. When the jeweler placed it in my hand, I knew right then I had to give it to her.