Chapter 15
CARA
He lifts me from the stool, pulling me against him as he carries me towards the bedroom, his mouth not abandoning mine for an instant. His tongue roves between my lips as his cock stirs against my hip, and I giggle into his mouth, clutching hold of his shoulders for dear life.
“What if someone hears us...”
“I don’t care,” he growls, as he pushes open the bedroom door with his foot and steps inside. He carries me over to the bed and tosses me down on the covers, practically pouncing on top of me as he snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me against him once more.
I grin into his embrace, unable to hold back just how much I want this.
Sharing that intimate little evening with him and the kids, it’s a kind of domesticity I’ve never had before, and there was something intoxicating about it, even before he opened the wine.
I’ve barely had a few sips, and my head is already spinning, but I know it has everything to do with him.
His hand moves between my legs, pushing up my skirt with ease as he moves in to feel me. I groan against his mouth, and I can feel him against me, his want for me straining against the inside of his pants.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” he murmurs, and there’s a sudden softness to his voice as his hand stills on my thigh.
I pull back, looking at him for a moment, and he gazes into my eyes, not letting the sincerity surprise him. But I’m not sure I’m ready to contend with what it means for me to feel anything about his sweetness, so I pull him back into a kiss, moving back into our embrace once more.
He moves behind me, brushing my hair away from my neck and kissing along my skin as he unzips my dress and pushes it down my body. My back moves towards him, arching into him as I slightly beg for more, and he soon disrobes me, leaving me in nothing but a pair of panties.
“There you are,” he mutters, as he bites my ear, sliding his hand over my thigh and into my panties. His fingers circle my clit a few times and I let out a whimper, turning back so I can look at him. He brushes his mouth softly against mine once more as he gently plays with me.
I steal a look down, and the sight of his hand moving inside my panties sends another scorching wave of fire through my body. I moan and move back against him, and he wraps his arm around me, pressing his hand against my lower belly.
“You like to watch, huh?” he remarks, clearly noticing just how quickly I’m responding to him right now. He kisses my neck once more, and I find my hips moving back against him, coaxing as much out of him as he is willing to give me.
He grinds against my lower back as he plays with my clit, and I can already feel how hard he is. But it’s not enough, I want him inside of me, just like I told him back in the kitchen, and I’m not willing to wait any longer than I already have to make that happen.
“Please,” I beg him, as I reach back to push my hand through his hair. He presses his mouth to my neck again.
“Please, what?”
“Please, just fuck me...”
And that’s all the encouragement he needs, as he withdraws his hand from my panties and rubs it over the front of his jeans.
I can see the leaking pre-cum as soon as he pulls his pants down, and when his cock springs free, I snuggle back into him, moving into a spooning position so he can take me from this angle.
“You really want this, huh?” he murmurs, as he guides himself against me, letting his cock head drag along the outside of my slit.
I nod, and mercifully, he doesn’t insist on hearing more from me.
He takes my hip and pulls it back against him, bringing my body flush against his, and I have to bury my face into the pillow beside me to keep from crying out in pleasure.
“There you go,” he grunts into my ear. “Look at how good we look together, Cara...”
I lift my head, though my gaze is still a little blurry around the edges, and I look down at the sight of us entangled below the waist. My panties are pulled to the side, and he is thrusting up and into me, my body tensing with every movement.
I can’t deny how much I want this; it’s written in every part of me, and I know that it is as obvious to him as it is to me.
He shifts his weight, so that I’m half-lying on top of him, and spreads his legs so he can grind himself even deeper inside of me. I close my eyes, letting my head sag back against him, the pleasure already starting to build past that point of no return inside of me.
My heart beats hard in my chest, thudding against my ribs as my pleasure increases. The way he feels, the way he holds me, one arm wrapped around my waist as he kisses my neck, it’s enough to drive me to the brink of control.
He works his hand a little further down, splaying it against my mound so that he can play with my pussy as he fucks me, and my hips buck helplessly against him.
“You look so perfect like this, you know that?” he tells me, his voice rough and wanting against my ear. But there is something beneath it, too, something I can’t ignore, no matter how hard I try.
A need. A want. A desire for me that is deeper than just the physical.
It’s not like it was on the first night we met, when he made me his, or even when he came to me in my room and took me on the bed while he made sure he exerted every inch of his control over me.
No, this is for me, all focused on my pleasure, on getting me off the way that I crave, and the knowledge he’s giving me what I want right now.
The warmth of the pleasure starts to echo out from my lower belly, reaching to every nerve-ending in my body, and I gasp once more.
I hear him against my ear, murmuring encouragement, telling me exactly what he wants from me and just how badly he needs it.
I pant as I inch closer and closer to my release.
His fingers draw endless circles around my clit, and I let my head sink back into him, the sight of us together enough to drive me toward my release.
I don’t bother trying to contain it this time, a bubble of arousal rising up inside of me that finally bursts out and consumes me whole.
My legs tremble on top of him, and he slips his knees between my thighs to hold them apart while he continues to move inside of me.
“That’s it,” he rasps hungrily, as he stirs his hips into mine. “That’s it, Cara...”
The sound of my name on his lips, when I know we’ve been anonymous inside each other’s heads for so long, prolongs the pleasure for another beat.
Trembling on top of him, I stay there at the very crest of it for what feels like a lifetime, and then, finally, I come crashing down the other side, my whole weight on top of him as he continues to slide himself inside of me.
It doesn’t take long for him to follow suit, driving himself deep one last time before he stills once more inside of me.
He whispers in my ear, telling me how much he wants me, how much he needs me, and the words burn into my brain.
I don’t know how to express it to him, everything that I’m feeling right now, but I know that this will not be the last time I demand it from him.
He mutters a curse in Russian under his breath, and his spiderweb tattoo flexes against my belly as he finishes.
I reach to grab his hand, bringing it to my lips.
I draw his fingers into my mouth, closing my eyes as I taste my own wetness from him.
I’ve never thought to just do something like that before, but right now, all I want is to prolong this pleasure that we are both feeling, to let myself give in to the sensation of our bodies melding together in this way.
He grunts approvingly, pulling back and thrusting back in again, coaxing out every drop inside me before he slowly eases himself back.
The two of us collapse on to the bed next to each other, and I stare at the ceiling, stars dancing at the corners of my vision. How is it that, every time we do this, it just gets better?
He wraps his arms around me, slipping out of his jeans so that he is laying there in his t-shirt and boxers. I snuggle into him, pressing my face into his chest, inhaling the musky sweetness of his skin and the scent of his aftershave.
He brushes his lips across my forehead and runs a hand down the back of my head, and for a moment, the two of us just pause there in silence.
I think about asking him what’s on his mind, but I’m not sure I want the answer.
There’s something in me that knows if I break the silence, I might break this moment, and he might remember just how complicated things are between us.
I’m not ready for this to be done.
I listen as his breathing slowly begins to smooth out, and he gives in to the tiredness that wants to take over his body. I slowly lift my head and find that he has fallen asleep.
I lean forward and press a kiss against his lips, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me in closer, tangling our legs so that he can drape my body across his.
I rest my face against his chest and listen to the slow, steady beating of his heart, closing my eyes once more.
If this is how he wants to sleep tonight, then I’m more than fine with it.
Because, for the first time in a long time, I feel like I might actually be able to sleep through the night. Maybe he belongs here at my side more than I’d care to admit…
And even if it causes more trouble down the line, for now, I’m going to enjoy it.