Chapter 18 #2
“Anything you need. Just say it, baby.”
She lets go of my wrist. “You’re going to think I’m crazy.”
She runs a hand down her face.
“I can’t even believe I want that. There has to be something wrong with me,” she flusters, glancing at my chest, then lower.
“How can I like something like that with everything that’s been done to me?” The words fall quickly, like she’s trying to deny her mind what her body clearly craves. “But I want it with you. Is that crazy?”
“No.” I shake my head. “You’re allowed to desire whatever you want. And you’re always safe with me. I promise never to hurt you. I’m not them.” I brush my knuckles down her cheek as I stare affectionately into her eyes. “You have the power here.”
Her breaths shudder rapidly, her lashes fluttering to a close, and then she speaks again. “I need you to hold me down when you—”
“When I make you come.”
I allow her to keep those pretty eyes shut. I want to hear every word, and if this is how she feels safe, then it’s how it’ll be.
“Yes…” She pauses. “I want to fight you off, but not be able to.”
“Look at me,” I demand.
And like a good girl, she obeys.
“It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
Her eyes swim with tears and her chin shakes. “Are you sure?”
Fuck, the way she asked that…she splits my heart wide open. Emotions plague my chest as both of my hands hold her face.
“There’s not a damn thing wrong with you. You’re perfect, Elsie. Just perfect.”
My lips drag down to hers, only a centimeter keeping us apart.
“Too perfect,” I admit.
Her hasty breaths dance across my lips.
“Lie with me,” I tell her, taking her hand as I gently pull her toward the bed, flipping the comforter over. “Get in.”
I let her go, and she slips her body over the sheets while I get a pair of sweats from the dresser. Having a layer of clothes will prevent me from being stupid with her. This is already difficult for me.
Once I have them on, I get into bed beside her, propping myself on my side using my elbow, staring down into those eyes I’d pay to get lost in.
I let a single finger draw up and down her arm, and her chest quivers in the wake of my touch.
My entire body feels like it’ll combust from the sheer look of her eyes on me, the vulnerability there surging through me. I want to take care of her—and not just her body, but her heart.
“If you need me to stop, just say ‘break.’ Okay?”
She nods quickly, inhales rivaling her exhales.
“Spread those thighs apart.” My voice shifts. Darker. Edgier.
I know it’s what she needs. And it’s what I’ll gladly give her.
On impulse, I see the instant fear grips her, like it’s choking the life out of her. And instead, she tightens her legs at the knees, shaking her head in refusal.
A smirk slants over my mouth just as my knuckles brush down the side of her face. And before she can take another breath, I grab her hips, roughly flipping her onto her stomach. A hand greedily snakes into her hair—grasping, pulling her head back until my mouth fits around her ear.
“I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way, won’t we, little dove?”
Her harsh breaths whip across the pillow when I lower my body on top of hers.
I roll my pelvis around her curvy ass, my cock still hard for this woman. “You feel that?”
She gasps out a moan as I arch into her again.
“Yeah, you do.” I bite her earlobe with a growl. “I think it’s time I see that pretty pussy, don’t you?” I thrust into her, my body surging with desire. “Think you can be my good girl and spread open wide so I can have a taste?”
“No,” she groans with a whimper.
“That’s too bad, little dove, because you will come for me…over and over until I’m satisfied you’ve reached your limit.” I rise up over her, dragging a finger down her spine, dipping it between her ass cheeks, and she pushes it up for me. “My slutty little wife wants her ass fucked, doesn’t she?”
“Michael,” she cries, while my cock aches for her.
Fuck…
I fist the hem of her shirt and draw it over her hips. “Look at you, exposed for me.”
I slap her ass with a heavy hand, and she cries out, shaking it side to side. And as she does, I let my fingers slip into that warm pussy, cupping her there.
She fights it, clasping tightly, attempting to wiggle out of my clutch.
With a laugh, I press her body into the mattress with mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” My fingers sink into her hair, and I yank her head back, bending it until our eyes connect. “I’m going to have you, whether you give it to me or not.”
Then my knee is there, roughly parting her legs apart. Our gazes are hot and heavy, a darkened lull of emotions. She swallows her lower lip into her mouth, biting hard around it.
“No, please,” she cries even as she groans with undulated pleasure.
Without looking away, I easily push her thighs apart further, even as she protests, jerking beneath me.
I fit a hand between our bodies and push the tip of my finger into her tight little hole, wet and slick, going all the way in, until I’m inside her.
“Fuck, you were gonna deny me all this?”
“No, stop,” she groans while I bury my finger even deeper, curving it inside her.
“Yes…” I add another digit, pumping into her with hard strokes. “You’re going to come just like this and you’re going to scream my name as you do.”
My other palm slips around to her throat, tightening, feeling the vibrations of her moans as I give her more of what she needs.
“I’ll make you come pinned down. At my fucking mercy. The way you were the moment we met.”
“Michael,” she gasps, spreading wider for me. “Please.” A needy grumble curls out of her.
“Mm…” I slide in and out of her with ease even as she tries to clamp her thighs. I tighten my hand around her throat. “Keep them open.”
My thumb circles around her clit as she cries, clenching that pussy around me. I play her softly like I once played my guitar: stroking, working her until her ass jerks off the bed.
“So wet. So pretty.” I coax that orgasm, my voice lost to the hunger slipping around every syllable. Pulling out of her, I rub her wetness around her inner thigh. “This is what I do to you, and it’s what I’ll always do.”
I slam my fingers back inside her, not allowing her a second to breathe.
“Oh, God!” she screams.
“All mine,” I growl. “You’re all mine.”
She keeps her eyes on me, the intensity between us growing palpable. “Your pussy is tight as fuck around me right now. You need to come bad, don’t you?”
Her reply comes as another moan, my thrusts turning untamable, my cock practically ready to explode.
“You ready to fly, my little dove?”
“With you,” she gasps.
“No one will hurt you again.” The growl escaping me is damn near possessive.
I fuck her like I want her to never forget. This feeling. Not any of it. Not ever.
Then she comes with a scream, my name a prayer on her lips. “Michael! Oh, God, yes!”
Her entire body convulses, her core shuddering.
“That’s right, little dove. I’m your God now.” I thrust harder until she gives me every single drop.
I slow the tempo, while the sounds still coming out of her have me wanting to make her explode once again.
Seconds pass before she finally stills, her breathing frayed as I flip her around by her hips, needing to look into her eyes, the eyes of the woman who’s slowly tearing apart all of my defenses.
My chest widens with a rush of an inhale while she looks at me with a foggy gaze, like she’s been thoroughly fucked, yet I haven’t even done what I want to do to her.
I lean toward her mouth, her eyes warm like the sun, and I swear the need to kiss her becomes overwhelming.
Closer.
I get closer. Needing to know what it’d feel like.
Fuck. No.
I draw back a fraction, taking my fingers into my mouth and sucking the taste of her dry. Those stormy eyes find mine in the haze of our desire and refuse to let go.
“Sweet every time.” My mouth twitches.
I come to lie beside her while she attempts to get up.
“Don’t move,” I tell her, lowering the shirt back down her thighs.
The blanket comes next, and I cover us both. With an arm tucked under her, I fold her over my chest. With a long sigh, she burrows deeper, her leg draped around my heavy, throbbing cock.
Peaceful minutes drift before she speaks in a quiet voice. “Do you think I’ll ever find Kayla?”
“I’ll do what I can to help. I swear.”
She sighs brokenly, and I want to give her the moon and the stars.
“I believe you,” she tells me. “But right now, just hold me and pretend.”
“How long do we pretend for, Elsie?” I close my eyes and hold her even tighter.
“Until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”