Chapter 14 #4
“Didn’t hear you complain about those inches last time.” Now I’m the one with the urgency to get her clothes off. Every stroke of my dick is like she’s slowly torturing me. I want to tell her to stop, but the pleasure is so good, even with the pain of trying not to orgasm.
I love that she has wide-leg pants on that I can easily slip over her cast. The view underneath them, though, I wasn’t prepared for. A hot-pink lace G-string.
“Holy shit, woman, are you trying to kill me?” I can’t help myself. I run a finger up the center of her pussy and feel her arousal seeping through the lace. I want my tongue to do the same. Grabbing her by the hips, I place her ass on my desk.
“Oh!” she squeals in surprise. Her hands land on the desk behind her. Arching her body, her breasts get pushed up nicely, nipples hard under her shirt.
“Sit up,” I growl. Moving on my command, I’ve got her shirt off over her head and drop to the floor.
I’m salivating at the sight of her matching bright pink lace bra.
“Did you pack these for me?” My possessive feelings for her want to know if she was thinking about the possibility of this happening.
“No,” she replies, trying to pretend.
I reach for one nipple and run my finger over the lace around it. “I don’t believe you, sweetheart.” I stop as I take the nipple between my thumb and finger. “I’ll ask again, were these for me?” I slowly pinch the nipple.
Her head drops back, and as she moans her answer, the smirk of satisfaction spreads across my face.
“Maybe… oh God… okay, yes… oh God… yes!” She whips her head back up and stares at me as I let go. “Why can’t I resist you?” Her hands move behind her, undoing her bra. The straps fall from her shoulders, and her perfectly shaped breasts are now free from their confines.
“Because you’re mine and I’m yours. We can’t fight that kind of attraction.
Time will help us sort out the rest.” Placing my hand in the middle of her bare chest, ready to push her back flat on the table, I see a flicker of concern in her expression.
It was there for a mere second, but it’s enough to stop me.
“Poppy, do you need me to stop?” I say softly, reminding her that I can turn all this dominance off in a heartbeat.
I’m more than this lust-filled man who loves to watch her give up her control for me.
“I don’t want you to regret this. That would kill me,” I say, placing my hand on her cheek tenderly.
She drops her face into my hand and rubs against it, closing her eyes.
“I could never regret this. I just don’t want to hurt you.
” She opens her eyes again to look at me.
“I’m taking my pleasure from you because I need it to feel alive again.
You make me float to a place where I feel free.
But I can’t give you more than this, and I realize how selfish that is.
You might begin to hate me for using you, and that would kill me. ”
Oh, my Poppy, I didn’t know I could fall any harder for you than I already have.
Through all your pain and anguish, you’re worried about me.
“I don’t deserve you. Poppy, I’m being selfish too, because I know the moment I push inside you, I’ll be home. That’s all I need from you right now. To stop the doubt that overtakes me at night as I lie alone. That this is real. That you feel it too and I’m not clinging on to a fantasy.”
I want to devour her in a kiss until she can’t breathe.
But until she tells me to keep going, I need to restrain myself, so instead, I lean forward and gently kiss her forehead.
I’ve been hoping that when my lips touch her there, she understands what I’m trying to tell her.
That this kiss is more than sex or lust. Kissing her forehead is my way of communicating this burning sense of love that is growing rapidly inside me.
One I can’t verbalize, but it doesn’t stop me feeling it, deeply.
“It’s real, so real. That’s the problem,” she whispers into my chest, not strong enough to say it too loudly.
Pushing back slightly, I see her close her eyes and take a long, deep, breath, filling her lungs with air and the courage to say what she wants to.
At the end of her exhale, she opens her eyes.
“But that’s tomorrow’s problem. Today, I just want you to fuck me.
Not sweet and sensual, because I can’t take that.
Be my Landon, the one you showed me that first night.
The man who swept me up in the way he fucked me with his words.
Showed me what I had been missing.” She reaches for my shirt and starts dragging it up my chest. I stretch over my shoulder and drag it over my head with one hand.
The heat of her touch as she lays her palms on my bare chest sends a bolt of electricity through me. She inches her way slowly up until she has my face in her grasp then drags me closer until my lips are a breath away from her.
“The man who made me feel like a sensual woman that someday, someone could truly love,” she whispers from her bruised soul.
That one sentence, full of her fears and emotions she’s buried inside her, hits me so hard. It cracks my heart wide open, and the silent words pour from my open wound, and I wish I could shout them to the world.
Today is that day. I will love you until the end of time.
Instead, I grab her face and smash my lips to hers.
Rough and unyielding, I give and take what we both need.
My hands in her hair, I pull it tight, making her moan in desperation into my mouth.
I swallow all her frustration and longing.
Dropping my hands to her ass cheeks, I drag her against my body.
My thighs press hard against the side of the table.
I feel her squirm forward even closer, trying to get some friction from my cock that is now pressed against her pussy.
Ripping myself back from her lips, I push her in the middle of the chest.
“Get on your back and start begging for me to let you come.” Watching the fire light up in her eyes is the push that I need to be the man she wants.
“If you want that Landon, then open your legs and let me take what I want.” Dropping to my knees and pushing her legs apart, I lift her broken one over my shoulder. “I’m glad these panties were for me, because I’m about to destroy them… and you too.”
I hope you know what you asked for, Poppy. Because I’m about to grant you that wish!