Chapter 32 #2
“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go again. I don’t care if I have to tie you to the bed in my penthouse and fuck you until you forget why you were angry in the first place. I’ll do it. I’ll fuck this insane notion of you leaving me right out of your head. I’ll—”
“D,” I interrupt his monologue, and he stops, his eyes never leaving mine. “I fucking love you back.”
A split second later, D has me in his arms. I drop my purse to the floor and curl myself around his muscular body, my flip-flops flying to the ground.
With a kiss more passionate than any we’ve shared before, he carries me back across the lobby toward his office.
He kicks the door closed behind us and turns the lock into place.
He walks us to his desk and sits me down on its surface. With one quick motion, he sends everything on it crashing to the floor. None of it is important. The only thing that matters right now is him and I and reconciling our feelings in the only way we know how.
D takes the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head quickly.
As he begins to unhook my bra, I reach for the button of his pants.
His belt is still undone from a moment ago.
I can’t believe he’s even ready to go again.
But when I unzip his pants and they fall to the floor, the outline of his dick through his boxer briefs confirms he’s rock hard and more than ready for round two.
I reach between his legs and cup his fabric covered balls, delighting in the moan that escapes his lips.
When my bra is off, D gently pushes me backward so I’m laying across the surface of his desk.
Once he removes his own shirt, his hands fly to the button of my jeans, and he pulls the loose denim and my underwear down my legs in one swift motion.
The last thing to come off is his boxers.
Once he’s free of them, he grabs my legs around the backs of my knees and pulls me forward.
“Carley, I’ve been so lost without you the past two weeks. I’ve dreamt of you every day and night. Dreamt of holding you, fucking you, tasting you.”
“Me too. I need you so bad right now.”
He places his index and middle fingers into his mouth and lathers them up with his saliva. It’s completely unnecessary as I’m already sopping wet for him, but it’s hot as hell to watch him, so I don’t say anything.
He reaches in between our bodies and plunges his fingers through my opening.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet.”
“It was so painful without you, D. See what you do to me?”
Removing his fingers, he replaces them with his dick.
The pleasurable pain I feel as he fills me after two long weeks is staggering.
Completely unimaginable. He drives his hips back and forth, giving me little time to get used to the size of him all over again.
But I don’t care. I need it. I crave it.
I wrap my legs around his torso as he lays his body over mine.
Cupping my cheeks, he holds my stare as he continues pounding into me over and over again.
I can feel my first orgasm build within me quickly. Placing my hand on his cheek, I pull him toward me and kiss him like my life depends on it. As he pushes me higher, my breathing grows heavier. I break away from his lips, gasping for air.
“D, fuck. Don’t stop,” I moan.
“Never, théa. I’ll never stop.”
“I’ve missed hearing you call me that.”
My admission spurs on his thrusting. I didn’t think he could move any faster than he already was. When he leans down and sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, it feels like electricity jolts through my body until it homes in on my core, and my orgasm tears through me.
D groans as I clench around his dick. He holds his breath as the added friction pushes him toward the edge.
One more thrust and he’s coming inside of me, spewing like a geyser.
With one final exhale, his body collapses onto mine.
I feel him trembling, and I wonder if that’s the biggest orgasm he’s ever had before. Mine certainly felt like it.
“Come here,” he pants, lifting me from the desk and carrying me to the sofa.
He lays me down, and the leather helps to cool my feverish body. When D pulls out of me, I can feel our joint warmth leaking out from my core.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” he orders me.
I admire his taut back and ass as he walks behind his desk and picks something up before returning to the sofa holding a box of tissues.
“These are getting a lot of use tonight.”
The corner of his mouth lifts with his smile, and the sight of it wins me over once again. Just like it did in Greece. Rubbing the soft cloth between my legs, he cleans up any evidence of our pleasure from my body as well as the sofa before tossing the used wad onto the floor.
His gaze flits from between my legs to my eyes before he speaks again.
“I think I missed a spot, but it’s not something I’ll be able to clean with a tissue.”
I don’t understand what he means at first. But when he slowly lowers himself onto the seat of the couch and curls his arms around my thighs, his message becomes crystal clear.
Before I’ve fully recovered from my last orgasm, D’s tongue attacks me.
He plunges it inside of me, lapping up any remaining arousal that was left behind while also creating more.
His thumb presses on my clit as his tongue continues to dance inside of me.
As another orgasm threatens to detonate, D’s eyes shoot to mine.
Not letting go, he holds my stare the entire time he’s devouring my pussy as though it’s the sweetest dessert he’s ever tasted.
Removing his tongue from inside of me, he moves his mouth up to my clit.
With one hand, he holds me open so he has better access to it.
With the other, he curls his fingers inside and moves them around until he finds that sweet spot he knows is there.
“Ohh …” I moan. “D … it feels so good.”
He stretches me wider as he deepens his reach inside of me. With one final nibble on my clit, I come undone. D, always infatuated with my arousal, moans at the taste and feeling of the moisture flowing from me.
Once he’s had his fill, he covers my body with his again.
“I’m still not done. You have no idea how hard it’s been without you for the past two weeks. I haven’t been this horny since I was in college.”
“I do know,” I tell him. “Because it was hard for me, too. I thought about you constantly. I tried to take care of myself, but nothing compares to your touch.”
“Carley, the thought of you touching yourself does exhilarating things to my body.”
I laugh gently, but then I feel his dick hardening against my stomach. My eyes grow wide when I realize he’s already ready to go again.
“You’re … ready again?”
“I told you I was horny. I’m not quite there yet, but I know a way to speed it up.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
He sits back on his heels and places a hand on each of my knees. Pulling my legs open wide so he can see me, I watch as his eyes glisten.
“I want to watch you play with yourself, théa.”
The idea of him watching causes moisture to pool at my core immediately.
Even though I’m already wet, I make a show of sticking out my tongue and running my fingers through my saliva.
I push them inside of my mouth and close my lips around them, pulling them in and out, mimicking the actions I take when giving D a blow job.
His stare turns severe, and I know he’s mad at me for teasing him.
Removing my fingers from my mouth, I shoot him a devilish grin as I slide my hand over my chest, down my stomach, and in between my legs. I gather additional moisture from below and spread it over my clit, making it easy to rub over the already sensitive area.
I give him a light moan the second I touch myself there.
I think about all the times over the past two weeks when I’ve sat in my bed, rubbing myself to thoughts and mental images of D.
Of him and I together. Thinking about his hands on me.
His dick inside of me. All the times he went down on me.
When he fucked me against the window in the great room.
For two weeks I was barely able to get off.
Now, with D here in front of me, having just had him inside of me, it’s exactly what I needed.
In seconds, I already feel like I could come.
My legs close of their own accord as my muscles clench, preparing for another orgasm to take me over.
But D doesn’t like that. He grips my knees again and forces them back open wide.
“Open, théa.”
“Sorry,” I can barely whisper.
My breathing is erratic, and I know when I do orgasm, it’s going to be explosive and uncontrolled.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. Now come for me, théa.”
As though his words were a switch, a euphoric feeling overpowers me and sends pins and needles through my veins, piercing me from the inside out.
I cry out as my release splatters across the leather beneath me.
Just before my eyes are forced closed with pleasure, I get a good look at D.
His eyes are dilated, focused on my pussy.
His hand is wrapped around his dick, pumping up and down rapidly.
He’s hard as a rock and looking like he could blow again at any moment.
He’s the epitome of imperfect perfection.
And I am deeply, madly in love with him.
* * *
After my self-imposed orgasm, D made love to me on the sofa for what felt like hours. We didn’t talk. All we did was feel. It was healing, cathartic, and one of the best moments of my entire life.
Now that both of us have come down from multiple, mind-blowing orgasms, the elephant in the room has appeared. But right now, it’s the last conversation I feel like having. I don’t want to ruin the moment.
“D?”
“Yes, théa?” He runs the back of his hand over my arm again.
“Tonight was wonderful, but it doesn’t erase what happened. I’m still hurting, but I want to work through it with you.”
We’re completely naked, laying back to front on his sofa. He has me wrapped in his arms, and things feel almost perfect between us again.
Almost.
“I think there’s still several things we need to talk about. I’m not going to go so far as to say this was a mistake, but I would have preferred discussing what happened with you first.”
“I agree with you. I know I fucked up and risked losing you. And I know I’m the luckiest bastard in the world to get another chance.”
“You are,” I chuckle. “But our discussion will have to wait until tomorrow. You’ve thoroughly exhausted me, and I need sleep.”
I try sitting up, but suddenly his arm feels like it weighs about a hundred pounds.
“D … I need to go.”
Reluctantly, he lets me up but grabs my wrist before I have a moment to gather my clothes.
“Come back to the penthouse. You can sleep there,” D suggests.
“I think we both know neither of us will get any sleep if I go back to your penthouse tonight.”
Again, he lets me go but he doesn’t like doing it. His annoyed, displeased stare tells me so.
“Okay, fine. But meet me for lunch tomorrow. We can talk it over then. Please, Carley.”
I don’t answer him as I pull my clothing back onto my body. Once I’m all dressed, my eyes find his. The pleading look in them that held me hostage against the wall next to the elevator earlier is back.
“Okay,” I tell him, pretending I’m giving in. “I’ll text you in the morning.”
Finally accepting of the plan, D stands and gets dressed as well.
“How did you get here?” he asks.
“I took a cab.”
I don’t miss his look of annoyance at my choice of transportation.
“I’ll call Izaak. He can take you home. There are a few things I need to finish now that I’m taking tomorrow afternoon off.”
“You don’t need the whole afternoon. It’s just lunch.”
“Carley, once I make you realize you want me back, I plan on taking you home—to our home, at the penthouse—and we won’t see daylight again for at least three days.”
All I can do is smile.
Because I would love nothing more.