Chapter Twelve #2
I watched her full lips stretch around me, her dark hair falling forward to frame her face.
The wet heat of her mouth made me groan.
I let my head fall back against the pillows as she took me deeper.
Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, tracing the sensitive ridge beneath before she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard.
“Fuck,” I hissed, fighting the urge to thrust upward.
“K?tzchen, that feels…” Words failed me as she hummed around my length, the vibration sending shock waves of pleasure through my body.
I reached down to brush her hair back from her face, needing to see her.
Our eyes met as she worked her mouth over me, and the sight of her looking up at me while taking my dick between those perfect, perfect lips nearly made me come.
She pulled back slightly, her hand replacing her mouth as she stroked me firmly. “I love the way you taste.” She licked the head again, catching the pearly bead of precum leaking from the tip.
“Fuck. Fuck!” I groaned, thrusting between her lips when she sank back down.
Her smile was wicked as she lowered her head again, this time using her hand in tandem with her mouth, creating a rhythm that had my thighs tensing.
I clenched my jaw and threaded my fingers deeper into her hair, not guiding her movements but needing the connection as she worked me with her mouth. When she took me deeper, I felt the back of her throat and nearly lost control.
When she opened her eyes and looked up at me through her lashes, I was done for. My orgasm hit like a freight train, powerful enough to arch my back off the bed despite the protest from my healing burns. I groaned her name as I pulsed against her tongue, my fingers tightening in her hair.
She swallowed everything I gave her, not pulling back until I was spent and oversensitive. When she finally released me with a soft pop, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled up at me, looking both innocent and impossibly seductive.
“Fuck,” I breathed, reaching for her. “Come here.” I pulled her up my body until I could capture her mouth with mine, tasting myself on her tongue. “Fuck…”
I felt her smile against my lips as I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me as I deepened the kiss.
Her body felt so perfect against mine, like she’d been made to fit exactly there.
I trailed kisses down her neck, working my way lower, taking time to savor the taste of her skin.
When I reached her breasts, I circled one nipple slowly before drawing it into my mouth, feeling it harden.
She arched beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Oktober,” she gasped as I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. I could feel her heart racing beneath my cheek, a frantic rhythm that matched my own.
I continued my journey down her torso. I wanted to memorize every inch of her, to know her body as well as my own.
Thankfully, she seemed to be giving me more time to do exactly that.
When I reached her hips, I looked up at her, watching her face as I settled between her thighs.
Her eyes were heavy lidded, her lips parted in anticipation as her breath came in little gasps.
I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling the slight tremor that ran through her.
“Yes,” she whispered, her fingers still tangled in my hair.
I smiled against her leg before finally tasting her, running my tongue through her sweet pussy.
She bucked against me, tugging me closer as she ground her pussy against my mouth to get the friction she needed.
God, I loved this woman! She was fierce and brave and took what she wanted.
And for some reason, when she took her pleasure from me, when she surrendered to my mouth even as she demanded more, she took my heart as well.
I couldn’t get enough of her, the way she writhed against my mouth, how her thighs trembled around my head as I licked and sucked at her clit.
She clutched at my hair, pulling just enough to send sparks of pleasurable pain down my spine.
When I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that made her gasp, she cried out again.
“Oktober, please,” she begged, hips rising to meet my mouth. “I need you inside me. Fuck me.”
I gave her one last, lingering lick before pulling away. “Anything for you, K?tzchen.”
“Anything?” She gave me an intent look as she reached for me.
“Yeah, K?tzchen. Anything. You name it.”
As I settled myself into the cradle of her body, Mia leaned up to whisper in my ear, “Then fuck me bare.” She nipped my lobe for good measure, and I knew I’d give her whatever she wanted.
The head of my cock slid against her wet pussy, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from driving into her immediately.
Instead, I braced myself above her on my forearms, looking down into those gray eyes that had haunted me since the moment I’d first seen them.
“You sure?” I whispered, needing to hear it.
Her answer was to reach between us, wrapping her fingers around my length and guiding me to her entrance. “You’re my choice, Oktober. We both know we’re clean after the hospital stay.” She smiled up at me. “Unless I’m not your choice, there’s no reason to keep that last barrier between us.”
I pushed forward slowly, watching her face as I filled her inch by inch. Her lips parted, eyes fluttering closed as she took my cock and welcomed me inside her body. When I was fully seated inside her, I stopped, gazing down at her.
“Du bist wunderschon,” I whispered as I finally started to move, encouraging her to follow the rhythm I set. Beautiful. She was beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful and I needed her to know how I saw her. “So perfekt für mich, K?tzchen.” So perfect for me.
Her eyes locked with mine, reflecting a trust I didn’t feel I’d earned but desperately wanted to deserve. With each thrust, I felt my soul breaking open, walls I’d built around my heart and any part of me that was still good inside crumbled beneath her gentle touch.
I increased my pace, driven by her little whimpers and the way she clung to me, her nails leaving crescent marks on my shoulders that I welcomed despite the sting against my healing burns.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her as we moved together. This wasn’t just sex. It felt more like an affirmation. A celebration of survival. Of finding each other against impossible odds.
“Oktober,” she gasped, her body tightening around mine as she approached the edge.
I held her closer, whispering encouragement in a mix of English and German until she shattered in my arms, coming on a strangled cry.
I have no idea how I came again so quickly, but I managed, the rhythmic spasming of her pussy milking my bare cock mercilessly until I came inside her, holding myself deep.
For several minutes, we remained locked together, neither willing to break the connection. Never had I felt so close to another person. Mia. My Mia.
Finally, I rolled to my side, drawing her with me so she nestled against my chest. The room was quiet except for our gradually slowing breaths.
“I’ve never been so terrified of losing someone,” I confessed into the darkness, the words escaping before I could stop them.
She was quiet for so long I wondered if she’d fallen asleep.
Finally, she pressed her palm flat against my chest, directly over my heart.
“I can’t imagine going back to my old life without you,” she said.
“I’ve tried to think about it. These past two weeks, I’ve tried to picture what that would look like, and I just… can’t.”
“Then don’t.”
“Is it crazy? We barely knew each other before the fire.”
I shook my head. “Yeah, but after the fire, we got thrown together and learned about each other out of necessity.”
“Trauma bonding,” she said with a small, sad smile.
“Perhaps.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I knew before the fire. When we made love at the waterfall. I knew then.”
She didn’t move for the longest time. I’d almost drifted off when she finally took a breath. “I think I fell in love with you at the waterfall, too. Both times.”
We made love throughout the rest of the night. Dozing occasionally but always waking hungry for each other.
As dawn broke, soft light spilled through the blinds, casting patterns across the tangled sheets and Mia’s bare shoulders. She slept lightly, her breathing deep and even, but her eyes flickered open when I shifted beside her.
“Morning,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
I propped myself up on one elbow, studying her face in the gentle light.
This wasn’t how I’d planned to do this. I’d thought of taking her somewhere special, of doing things properly.
But looking at her now, warm and soft in my bed as the compound stirred to life around us, I couldn’t wait another day.
“Stay,” I said simply.
She blinked, more fully awake now. “I am staying.”
“No.” I took her hand, pressing it between both of mine. “Stay permanently. Here. With me.” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “As my old lady.”
I watched understanding dawn in her eyes, followed quickly by something softer. She knew what I was asking. In the two weeks she’d been here, the women had explained what it meant. I didn’t think anything they’d explained to Mia had bothered her, but I also knew Mia didn’t judge.
“Are you sure?” she asked. I thought she looked almost hopeful, but that might have been wishful thinking.
“Surer than I’ve ever been of anything.”
She smiled then, not the hesitant smile I’d expected but one of complete certainty. “Yes.” She leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine in a seal to her promise. “Yes, I’ll stay.”
I pulled her against me, burying my face in her hair as relief and joy washed through me in equal measure.
I’d lost a brother, but he’d given his life to give me Mia.
In the aftermath of all nature had destroyed, the fire had forged something new.
Something strong and true. Something I’d never take for granted.
And would protect with my Goddamned life.