Chapter 8 #2
I do it again. Slower. From the tight pucker of her ass up the seam of her, over the slick of her entrance, all the way up to her clit. I close my mouth around her clit and suck, soft, just enough.
She cries out. Both hands fly down and fist in my hair.
"That's it. Pull it. Hold on to me. I'm not going anywhere."
I get to work.
I have wanted to put my mouth on this woman from the second she crossed her legs in Gabe's office, and I take my time about it now because she deserves time.
I work her clit with the flat of my tongue, then the tip, then the flat again, in deliberate patterns.
I lick into her entrance and taste her and tell her so.
"You taste so fucking good."
"Luke."
"Sweet. Right here. Right where I am. You are the sweetest thing."
She's making sounds I don't think she knows she's making. Little breathy ohs. A whimper that climbs. Her thighs are starting to shake on either side of my head.
"You gonna come for me, Brown Eyes."
"Yes."
"Look at this pretty pussy. You're soaking my beard, baby. You're so wet for me."
"Oh God, oh God."
"Come on my mouth. Right now. Be loud."
I fasten my lips back over her clit and suck and flick the tip of my tongue against her, fast, no mercy.
She breaks.
Her back comes off the bed. Her thighs clamp around my ears.
She cries out, loud, tearless this time as she pulses against my mouth.
Her come releases warm, slick on my tongue, and her hands grip my hair.
I work her through it. Slow strokes. Long pulls.
Until she's twitching against me and pushing weakly at my forehead because it's too much.
I lift my head. Wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist. Don't take my eyes off her.
"Look at you."
"I–"
"That's one."
Her eyes go round.
"One?"
"Oh, we're nowhere near done."
I move two fingers down between her thighs, slow, making sure she sees me, and I press them in.
She's so wet from my mouth, they slide in to the second knuckle without resistance. Tight around me. Hot. Gripping like a fist. I curl them. Find the rough spot inside her. Rub. Watch her eyes do that thing where they go glassy and unfocused. Her mouth falls open.
"There it is."
"Luke."
"Yeah, baby."
I bend my head and put my mouth back on her clit. Slow this time. Deliberate. I stroke inside her with my fingers in time with my tongue. She climbs again fast. Faster than the first time. Her hips start moving on my hand, riding my fingers, and I let her.
"Look at you take it. Look at how greedy this pussy is. That's right. Use me, sweetheart. Use me."
"Oh, oh, oh."
I pull out, fingers slick with her, and I drag the wet down. Past her entrance. Down to the tight little pucker of her ass. I rub one slick fingertip over it. Just the lightest pressure. Massage.
She gasps. Looks at me.
I hold her eyes.
"You ever had anybody touch you here, Brown Eyes?"
She shakes her head.
"You want me to."
"...Yes."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"That's my brave girl."
I keep my mouth on her clit. Keep two fingers of my other hand moving in and out of her pussy, slow now, deep. And I let my thumb circle her ass. Just circle. Just slick her up. Let her feel something brand new while my mouth keeps her flying.
She breaks the second time with a sound I've never heard before in my life.
A sob and a moan stitched into one. Her whole body locks.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers so hard I groan against her clit.
She comes for what feels like a week, shaking through it, gasping my name, and I work her down with long licks and gentle strokes inside her until she goes loose against the mattress.
I sit up.
She’s wrecked. Sweat at her hairline. Cheeks pink. Eyes wet again, but a different wet now. Mouth parted. Tits rising and falling.
"Hey."
"Hey," she whispers.
"You good?"
"I am... I have never. Luke. I."
"I know."
I peel my shirt off over my head. Her eyes go to my chest. The ink. The scars she hasn't asked about. The cut of muscle from years of work and years of running before that.
She reaches up and presses her palm flat over my heart.
"Come here," she says.
I shuck my sweats and the boxers underneath in one move. Her gaze drops. Stops. I'm hard enough to drive nails. She licks her lower lip.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"I."
"Eyes up here, sweetheart, or I'm not gonna make it."
She laughs. Gorgeous.
I lean over to the small table by the bed where my pack is on the floor. Dig out a strip of condoms from a side pocket because Gabe gave me a goddamn lecture on protection ten years ago that's still wired in my brain. Tear one open. Roll it down.
I move back over her. Brace on my forearms. Settle between her thighs. The head of my cock slides through her wet, knocks against her clit, and her hips jerk.
"Look at me, Anna."
She does.
I slide in.
Slow. Inch by inch. Watching her face. Her mouth opens. Her brow furrows. A tear slides down into her hairline, and I catch it with my thumb because she's full of me and crying and gorgeous, and I have never in my life felt anything like this.
"There you go. Take me, baby. All of me."
"Luke."
"You feel so good."
"Oh."
"You feel like fucking home, Brown Eyes."
She makes a sound. Half laugh. Half cry. "Don't say things like that."
"It's true."
I bottom out. Hold. Let her adjust. Drop my forehead to hers.
"Hey, gorgeous."
"Hi."
I start to move.
Slow. Long pulls. All the way out almost, then all the way back in.
Her arms come up around my shoulders. Her ankles cross at the small of my back.
Her face turns into my neck, and she kisses the place under my ear, soft, again and again, while I make love to her like she's something I never thought I'd hold.
"Look at how you take me."
"Luke."
"Fuck, baby. Made for me. This pussy was made for me."
"Yes."
"Say it."
"It was made for you."
"That's right."
I fuck her slow and deep until I feel her start to climb again. She's tighter than before. Her nails dig into my back. I shift my weight, change the angle, grind down against her clit on every stroke, and she sobs into my throat.
"That's it. Come for me, Anna. One more. I want to feel you come on my cock."
"Luke. Luke. Luke."
"I'm right here."
She breaks for the third time, and I follow her over because there is no version of the universe where I hold out against the sound she makes.
I bury myself deep and let go, pulse against her, head dropped to the pillow next to hers.
We breathe together. Her hands stroke up and down my back.
Her tears are still wet on my throat, and I don't care.
After a long minute, I lift up enough to look at her.
"Hey, Brown Eyes."
"Hey."
I kiss her. Soft. Long. Then I ease out, pull off the condom, knot it, drop it in the small bin by the bed, and come back to her.
She's smiling. Sleepy. Loose-limbed. Tear tracks drying on her cheeks.
"That was."
"Don't finish that sentence." I kiss her temple. "I'm not done."
Her eyes open.
"Luke."
"Roll over for me, baby."
"What?"
"On your stomach."
She bites her lip. Searches my face. Whatever she finds, it has her rolling, slow, onto her belly. Cheek to the pillow. Hair falling to the side. The long, sweet dip of her back. The two perfect curves of her ass.
I lose three seconds just looking.
"Anna."
"Mm."
"Sweetheart, this ass."
She huffs a laugh into the pillow.
I slide my palm down the small of her back. Over the curve. Squeeze. She arches up into my hand without thinking.
"This is the prettiest ass I've seen in my whole damn life."
"Stop."
"Won't."
I lean down and kiss the small of her back. Kiss the dip of her spine. Kiss one cheek. The other. Slow. She's making little hums into the pillow. Boneless. Trusting.
"Spread your knees for me a little, baby."
She does.
I slide down. Push her thighs further apart. Get my mouth back on her pussy from behind, lick her slow, taste the slick I left on her, the new wet of how turned on she still is. She moans into the pillow. I drag my tongue up. Up further. Over the tight pucker of her ass.
She gasps. Whole body twitches.
"Luke."
"Easy. Just letting you feel."
I do it again. Wet. Slow. Tongue flat. I work her pussy with two fingers while my mouth lavishes her ass, getting her sloppy with my spit and her own slick. She's making sounds I'm going to dream about for the rest of my life.
I sit up. Run my thumb over where my mouth just was. Press. Just press. Watch her body open a fraction.
"You want me here, Brown Eyes."
"Yes."
"Sure?"
"Yes, Luke. I want you. I want all of you."
I reach for the small jar I tossed on the bedside table earlier, after I got her settled, telling myself it was for chapped hands. I'm a goddamn liar twice over tonight. I get my fingers slick.
I work her open slowly. One finger. Patient.
I rub her clit with my other hand the whole time, keeping her loose, keeping her flying.
When she's pushing back on me, asking for more without words, I add a second.
Take more time. Slick. Slow. I tell her things the whole time because I need her to hear them.
"Look at you. Taking my fingers like you were made to. So tight, baby. So pretty. You trust me, don't you? You trust me with this."
"Yes."
"That means something to me, Anna. You hear me."
"Yes."
"I won't ever break that."
"I know."
When her body's giving instead of resisting, I pull my fingers free. Roll on a fresh condom. Slick myself up generously. Brace one hand on her hip.
I notch myself against her. Press just the head against the slick give of her ass.
"Anna."
"Yeah."
"Push out for me, baby. Like a breath."
She does.
I sink in. Just the head. Slow. She gasps. I freeze.
"Talk to me."
"Don't stop."
"You okay."
"Don't stop. Luke. Please."
"Okay, Brown Eyes."
I press in another inch. Her hand fists the sheet. I reach under her and find her clit, slick and swollen, and rub slow circles there to keep her open and easy. I press in another inch.
"Luke."
"Right here."
"Oh."
"That's it. Take me. That's my good girl."
I bottom out. Hold. Don't move. Let her get used to me. My forehead drops to her shoulder blade. I’m sweating. My body screams at me to move. I don’t. This is about her, and I’m fucking doing this right.
"How does that feel?"
"Good. Oh God, so good."
I move. Tiny strokes at first. Barely an inch.
Then more. Even more. Slow. I keep my fingers on her clit, working her.
She relaxes around me a little more with every stroke, and I tell her she's doing so good.
She's so brave, so tight, so beautiful, mine.
Her hips start meeting me, just barely, and the sounds coming out of her are nothing like anything I've heard before.
"Fuck, Anna." I move my hand from her clit to slide a finger into her pussy at the same time I'm in her ass. She breaks open. A long, shuddering moan. Her body clenches around both of me and her hand comes back, blind, looking for me. I lace my fingers with hers against the pillow.
"I'm gonna come, Brown Eyes."
"Me too. Come with me?"
I don’t respond. Can’t. I work her clit in earnest, fast circles now, letting myself move just a little harder. Just a little. She comes apart under me with a cry that's half my name and scream, and I follow, pressed deep, my mouth at her shoulder, her hand crushed in mine.
We breathe.
I ease out of her carefully. She makes a small sound.
I shush her gently. Pull off the condom.
Drop it. And then I gather her up against me on her side and kiss the back of her neck, the top of her shoulder, and the wet of her cheek where she's quietly leaking tears again, but they're not bad ones. I know the difference now.
"Anna."
"Mm."
"You’re incredible."
She laughs. Tired. "You’ve said that."
"Worth saying a million times."
I lie there with her for I don't know how long. Long enough to feel her heart slow under my palm. Long enough to know she's not asleep yet, but close.
I sit up. Slide my arms under her. Lift her.
"Luke?"
"Shower."
"I can't stand."
"Don't have to. I got you."
I carry her. The cabin's small. The bathroom is just off the bedroom. I kick the light on low, turn the water on warm, get it right, then step in with her in my arms because I'm not setting her down on cold tile. The water hits my back. She shivers and burrows into my chest.
I set her gently on her feet, keep one arm around her waist to steady her, and reach for the soap.
I lather her. Her shoulders. Her back. Her ribs.
Down her arms. Between her thighs, slow and careful.
The curve of her ass, gentler still. I rinse her with my hand cupped under the water like she's a small wild thing.
She lets me. She rests her forehead against my collarbone the whole time and lets me.
I wash her hair too because I want to. Because I've thought about her hair for eight days, and now I get to hold it wet between my fingers. She makes a small sound that might be a purr.
"You're spoiling me."
"Taking care of you. Different sport."
When the water's run cool, I shut it off.
Towel her dry. Wrap a second around her hair.
Carry her out to the bed because her legs have given up, and I don't blame them.
The sheet's a wreck. I peel back the quilt on the other side, lay her down on the cool, fresh half of the bed, and climb in behind her.
I pull her back against my chest. Wrap my arm around her ribs. Tuck my chin into the top of her head.
She finds my hand in the dark and laces her fingers through mine.
"Luke?"
"Yeah."
"Sleep with me tonight?"
"Wasn't planning on leaving."
"Even if I–"
"I won’t leave your side.”
She breathes out. The longest breath I've heard her take since I met her. And then she sleeps. Just like that. Out cold against me, fingers still holding mine, hair damp on the pillow.
I lie awake another hour. I watch the stove glow through the cracked door. I listen to the horses shift in the stable. I listen to her breathing.
No one is touching her.
Not while there's air in my lungs.
I close my eyes.