Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
My hands cup the back of her thighs. Effortlessly, I pick her up, carrying her out of the kitchen.
She doesn’t break the kiss, only grips the side of my neck tighter.
Blair practically weighs nothing in my arms, and my heart thumps against my ribcage.
It’s been happening since the first time we met back in prison.
She owns me. She left a permanent mark on me and deeply engraved her name into my soul, and it’s there to stay. Not that I mind — I don’t. I’d let her tattoo her name on my forehead so the entire world would know who I belong to. Utterly and completely hers.
Blair’s lips taste divine. She pours all of her emotions, all the anger, all the sorrow, and all the pain she’s endured into it, and I accept it with grace. I’m careful with my steps, walking up the flight of stairs and carrying her toward her room in the house.
I push the door open with my foot, and once we’re inside, I shut it behind me. Blair pulls back just as I lay her down on the soft mattress of the bed, crawling on top of her. For a moment, I just stare at her.
She has freckles dusted all over her nose and a little under her eyes. Those big, bambi eyes stare right back at me with so much yearning, trust, and love that it causes my throat to start closing up. Simply because I don’t deserve any of it.
“Blair,’’ I whisper, softly cupping her cheek. She leans into my touch, a sigh of content barely audible. “I love you. I love you so much.’’
She peels them open, staring at me through glossy eyes. Her throat bobs as she swallows, her hand trembling when she puts it over mine on her cheek. For a moment, neither of us speaks.
“You’re the reason I’m still holding on, Arlo,’’ she whispers, almost as if she’s afraid to voice the words out.
“You’re the reason I firmly believe there’s a light at the end of this tunnel.
You’re the reason I’m fighting so hard against these demons in my mind.
So, thank you. Thank you for coming into my life when I needed you the most. Thank you for staying. ’’
Hearing the vulnerability in her voice wrecks me. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “Blair, baby…’’
The words get cut off when she reaches for the buttons on my shirt. She avoids eye contact but starts undoing them one by one, starting at the top. It takes me a moment to comprehend what’s happening, eyes widening slightly.
“Blair, what are you—’’
“I’ve never needed anyone the way I need you right now, Arlo.’’
“You’re not ready for this.’’
Her eyes snap to mine. “You don’t get to decide that. I need you to make me forget all of the bullshit that my life is, even if it’s for a while only.’’
“Are you sure?”
Blair nods, determination written all over her face. “Yes.’’
“All you have to do is say stop and I’ll stop. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to.’’
“I know.’’
My body warms at the sincerity in her words. I lean down, kissing her as she pushes back my shirt. I help her get it off, tossing it to the floor, somewhere in the corner of the room, forgotten. Her hands roam my chest, and my heart picks up the pace.
Goosebumps tug on my skin, shivers run down my spine at her soft touches. Her cold hands are a stark contrast to my hot skin, and it makes me moan softly into the kiss. My hands reach for her hips, stroking them with my thumbs.
Blair shivers under my touch, and without breaking eye contact, I push her legs further apart. Slowly, I pull her sweatpants down, letting them fall to the floor. Goosebumps rise on her thighs, and a small smirk tugs on the corner of my lips.
I lie between her legs, slowly stroking her over the thin material of her underwear. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and she sucks in a sharp intake of breath, yet her legs still part further for me.
Her hands find their way into my hair, fingers locking into the strands. She grips it tightly, a flash of fear appearing on her face. I move my finger immediately, stroking the side of her thigh instead.
“Hey, butterfly,’’ I speak, keeping my voice soft and steady. “Are you okay?”
She shudders, nodding stiffly. “It’s just… I’ve never done this willingly.’’
“Do you want me to stop?’’
Immediately, she shakes her head. “No. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.’’
“You’re supposed to let me take care of you. So, lie back, relax, and let me make you feel good. You know I’ll stop anytime.”
“I know,” she whispers.
Slowly, I hook my fingers on the hem of her underwear, pulling them down her legs. Her cheeks flush, the rosy color deepening her complexion. My fingers are itching to touch her, and before I can stop them, they move to her most sensitive spot.
My movements are slow, deliberate, and gentle. Her eyes flutter closed, and the wetness on my fingers makes me groan. Without hesitation, I dip my head down, connecting my lips with her pussy.
Blair’s loud moans fill the room, and my heart swells with pride. I close my eyes, savoring the sweet taste of my butterfly. The moans that slip my lips are loud, and for a moment, I’m thankful no one else is at home.
Her juices drip down my chin, my tongue flicking over her clit. It’s already swollen, and I pull it between my lips, sucking on it greedily. Blair’s hands strengthen around my hair, pulling the locks back a little.
The sounds of pleasure that leave her lips serve as the biggest ego boost. The soft sound reaches my ears, my cock hard as a rock in my pants. My underwear gets coated in my precum, and the most embarrassing thing could potentially happen.
“Arlo,” Blair moans, and that fuels the primal need inside me to make her feel good. “Please.”
I pull back slightly. “You don’t have to beg, butterfly. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
Her eyes are glossy with desire, filled with need.
My heart skips a beat, and for a couple of moments, I stay silent, unmoving.
I just observe the beautiful woman in front of me.
The woman who has suffered through so much and who trusts me that much to let me touch her in ways that no one else has ever touched her consensually.
Without another word, I kiss her pussy, feeling her shiver underneath me. My tongue dives in, lapping up all her juices, my hands gripping her thighs and pushing them further apart.
My tongue darts inside her, feeling her walls clench around it. A deep, animalistic growl comes from the depth of my chest, and the pleasure starts building in the pit of my stomach.
Unexpectedly, Blair pushes my face further into her pussy, wrapping her legs around my neck. That alone nearly makes me come in my pants, but I manage to stop it from happening, though barely.
“More,” she demands, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
“Like this?” I swirl my tongue around, swallowing every single drop she offers me. Her fingers dig into my scalp, and it’s one of the most exhilarating feelings I’ve ever felt. She could do anything she wanted with me, and I’d take it all with no complaints.
“Just like that,’’ she encourages. Her voice is hoarse, dripping with desperation. My eyes flick upward to meet her gaze, and I’m stunned into silence. The beautiful look of pleasure is written all over her, and I’m proud to be the one to make it happen.
Deep growls come from me, and I double my efforts. Her legs start trembling a little, her back arching to meet my movements. Blair’s expression is that of pure bliss and excitement, and I gently push one finger inside her.
A deep, needy moan slips from her, and I can tell she’s getting close. I pump my finger in and out of her at a steady pace, then add a second finger and pick it up. Her legs tighten around my neck, and I can hardly breathe.
That’s alright. Dying between her legs seems like the best way to go.
Before I can register what’s happening, Blair’s voice gets louder. The moan is so thrilling; the way she’s calling my name is making the blood in my veins run hot. She comes all over my face, and I drink it all up.
Then, just as I think I’ve suppressed myself enough, I can’t control the reaction of my body. I come in my pants, the thick liquid coating the inside of my underwear, creating a very visible wet patch.
Blair tries to regulate her breathing, her chest moving up and down rapidly. She takes big breaths, untangling her legs from behind my head. I pull back, sitting up, and cleaning my face with the back of my palm.
Her eyes roam all over my face until they slowly land down to my crotch area and the fucking evidence of my inability to control my body. She doesn’t say anything; she just lifts an amused brow, eyes flicking between me and the stain on my pants.
“What’s that?”
“Well,” I laugh it off nervously, feeling my cheeks redden. “It happened.”
“You’re embarrassed,” she concludes, a small smile on her face. She sits up, propping a pillow behind her head, resting against the headboard. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“It’s easy for you to say, you didn’t just come in your pants.’’ I scoff, though it’s lighthearted. Blair’s small laughter reaches my ears, and a grin tugs on the corner of my lips.
“It’s cute.”
I roll my eyes. “Right, cute.”
Blair reaches for my hand, pulling me toward her.
Her arms wrap around me, my face buried in the crook of her neck.
I take a deep inhale of the scent, and the fact that she showered using my products makes me go wild on the inside.
She smells, feels like me. God, I love this woman with every fiber of my being.
I hug her back, holding her tightly against my body. She sighs, resting her cheek against my head. She doesn’t say much, but I feel her holding me tighter, almost as if she’s scared to let go.
And just when I think she won’t bring up this little situation again, she does, and I’m embarrassed all over again.
“So… why did it happen? Were you that excited?”
I pause, then lift my face enough to look at her. My face heats up, and no doubt, I’m as red as a tomato. A smile stretches onto her face when she notices it, eyes glimmering in amusement.
“More or less.”
She tilts her head to the side. “What does that mean, Arlo?”
I pause, debating internally whether to come clean and admit it or take it to my grave.
However, the intensity in her eyes makes me falter for a moment, and I know she won’t stop digging until she finds out the truth.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the words that come out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“I’m a virgin.’’