Chapter Thirty
L iz shrieked as the big bastard rolled to his feet, then bent over, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder.
“Holy shit,” she hissed, the blood rushing to her head.
“Quiet,” he whispered, slapping her ass. “Don’t wake up Erika; she’s a fuckin’ cockblocker.”
Liz giggled, agreeing with him.
Once the bedroom door shut behind him, stopped just inside the door, and slowly dropped her, sliding her heated body over his hard, massive frame. She shuddered. Once she was on her feet, she stared up into his eyes.
“Take off your clothes, baby, I don’t know how long I can wait before I fuck you.”
Trembling with need, Liz didn’t hesitate to pull her tank off, leaving her tits exposed in her lacy black balconet bra. Trouble hissed, biting his lip. He reached out and cupped her breast, squeezed it, his thumb and forefinger pinching the peaked nipple.
She gasped, then moaned. It had been too long since she’d been touched, and much longer since she was touched by him.
“Fuck, baby, still so responsive.”
He reached around her, and quickly and efficiently undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor between them. Growling, he dipped his head, and took her nipple into his hot mouth, and sucked.
She threw her head back, forcing her tit into his mouth, and moaned.
His hands weren’t idle, grabbing her waist, and helping her divest herself of her yoga pants. Before she even realized what had happened, Trouble had gotten her complete naked.
Damn!
Picking her up again, Trouble strode to his massive king-sized bed, and threw her onto it. She bounced on the soft surface, giggling again.
Hell, when was the last time she’d felt so free? So unrestrained?
As she watched, her eyes mesmerized by his movements, Trouble quickly removed his clothes. He gently laid his kutte on his dresser, then he ripped off his t-shirt, then pulled down his jeans, kicked off his boots, and then stood before her in all his naked glory.
“Goddamn, you go commando,” she rasped, swallowing at the sight of his thick, long cock, her mouth watering at the pearly substance dripping from the tip.
He chuckled, making her gaze fly to his face. He was smirking.
“I can see you that like what you’re lookin’ at,” he rumbled, sex and seduction in his voice.
She snorted. “What’s not to like. You’ve changed; you’re bigger, there’re more tattoos….”
And she’d changed, too. Back when they’d been together before, she’d been an insecure, self-conscious size 12. Now, she was an insecure, slightly more self-aware size 16. She had saggy tits, cellulite, stretch marks, and rough skin between her thighs thanks to high Vegas temps and thigh rub. She was nowhere near as sexy as Amelia, and she wasn’t even as “small and tight” as she was before.
As if hearing her thoughts, Trouble reached down, grabbed her ankles, and tugged her down the bed, planting himself on his knees between her spread legs. It was obscene, but he looked sexy as hell doing it.
“I don’t need to hear your thoughts to know you’re thinkin’ bullshit, Skizzy. You are fucking beautiful. All sexy curves, tiger stripes, big, plump tits and ass, and—fuck, that pussy still looks as delicious and sweet as it did ten years ago, baby.”
Holding his weight on his hands, Liz groaned when his biceps and forearms flexed. He looked like a god of the profane, of hedonism, of lust. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses on her body, starting at her neck, and slowly, languidly, kissing down her heated body, adoring her sensitive flesh one brush of his lips, one lap of his tongue at a time. He was…worshipping her.
His hands traced her body, cupping her breasts, gliding down over her hips, down her legs, up her calves, to her inner thighs…to her aching, swollen slit. She groaned.
“So soft, so fucking perfect,” he murmured against her breast, right before his lips closed around her nipple.
She could feel his cock throbbing against her inner thigh, it’s scorching hot tip, leaking into her skin.
She needed that cock inside her!
“Trouble—”
He cut her off with a kiss, her mind melting into a pool of need and pleasure. His lips were hard, taking hers without remorse, without gentleness, and she responded like she’d die without him. It was instinct to kiss him back, to let him in, to give and take, like two souls meeting, to hearts beating. This kiss was more intense than any of their other kisses combined, for it was a cleansing by fire, a washing away of the past, and the fiery rebirth of them…of their love.
Liz’s heart raced, her breathing a shallow pant, as his lips continued to remove every thought from her mind. She couldn’t get close enough to him, she wanted to climb inside him, and live there, ever a part of his body—as he was part of hers. His hard chest pressed down on her aching breasts and tingling nipples as he took her mouth with an animalistic fervor she’d never known before.
Breaking the kiss with a snarl, Trouble slid down her body, forced her knees to her chest, planted his shoulders between her spread thighs, and speared her pussy with his tongue.
She cried out, her throbbing pussy a haven of pleasure.
He lapped at her, growling, moaning as if tasting something delicious.
“Goddamn, baby, you still taste like mine,” he growled, before spreading her pussy lips, and licking her from entrance to clit, over and over again, lapping at her juices. “Come on my face, baby, then I’ll give you my cock. Give me one, then I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll see stars.” Using his right hand to knead her breast and rub her nipple, he used the fingers on his left hand to rub circles on her needy little clit. She tensed, her body pulling tight was ever more pleasure mounted.
“That’s it, give it to me,” he muttered, before sliding a long, thick finger into her. The sound they made as he finger fucked her was the most filthy, indecent, arousing sound she’d ever heard. “Come on my face, baby, put all that sweet juice in my mouth. Get my beard nice and dirty.”
She exploded, her body writhing, arching, her cried caught in her throat.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s it,” he growled, his tongue and mouth hungrily lapping at her release.
As she came down, he slowed his movements. He pulled his finger from her, and sucked the juices from it. Barely able to keep her eyes open, she watched as he licked his lips, looking down at her pussy like he wanted to dive back in and feast once more.
Instead, thank fuck, he crawled back up her body, taking her mouth, and sucking on her tongue. She tasted herself, and, strangely, it was hot as fuck.
Tearing his mouth from hers, Trouble reached to the bedside table, retrieved a condom wrapper, tore it open, and sheathed himself in the most elegantly arousing dance.
“If you didn’t have women here, what’re the condoms for?” she asked, her mind still working enough to ask that much.
He smirked down at her, his hand tugging on his cock. “I had hopes for us, baby. I knew that once you gave me the green light, there’d not be a thing on earth to stop me from takin’ you to bed.”
Ah.
She shrugged, and he chuckled.
“Can I fuck you now?”
Her head swimming from his words alone, she simply nodded.
Reaching down between them, Trouble grabbed hold of his cock, and pressed the head of it against her thrumming clit.
“This first time is gonna be fast and hard; I need you too much,” Trouble rasped.
“First time—”
He thrust home in a single movement, robbing her of breath and thought.
He groaned, closing his eyes against the sensation of pure bliss.
Home. He was home. He was inside his woman after far too long.
“Fuck, Erik,” Liz groaned, her body shaking. “I forgot how big you were. I’m so full….”
“Full of me, all of me,” he murmured against her mouth, then pressed a wet kiss against her lips.
Pulling back, he stopped when just the tip was at her entrance, and when she moaned, he jerked his hips forward, impaling her once more.
“Erik!” she cried, and he nearly came on the spot. Fuck, he missed his name on her lips. He pulled back again, thrust forward again, creating a slowly building rhythm that turned his insides out.
Completely wrapped up in the sensations, Liz wrapped her legs around his waist, and grabbed her own breasts, holding them for him to devour her. Leaning down, he took a dark pink peak in his mouth, and sucked hard. She tasted of sweat and oranges, and she smelled of desire and female cum.
Pushing to his knees, he pulled her until her ass was on his thighs, and he could look down and see his cock moving inside her pussy.
Holding onto her hips from white-knuckled fingers, he pounded into her, driving his cock deeper, thrusting harder and faster, until the slapping of flesh and his grunts filled the silence.
Beneath him, Liz was trembling, her skin flushed, her mouth open as she groaned, her eyes were slits, the blue glowing with pleasure and desire. She truly was a goddess of sex and fertility. His goddess. And he would worship at her altar until he died on his knees, kneeling before it.
Her pussy clamped around him, the muscles rolling as her orgasm built, choking and massaging his thickening cock.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s it, baby, come on my cock,” he rasped.
Suddenly, her pussy clamped down hard, squeezing the shit out of him, and she cried out, the moans of pleasure deep from her chest.
Driven by something untamed and unleashed, he hurried his movements. Dropping over her he plastered his chest to hers, holding her body in place with his weight, then held onto her hips as he fucked her like a goddamn animal. He snarled as sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped on her chest. Forcing his face into her neck, he nipped at the flesh, lapping at it, as he continued marking her with each punch of his hips.
As the pressure built in his balls, and the lightning began gathering in his lower back, he took her mouth, then bellowed into her throat as he emptied jet after jet of thick, hot cum into her body. His body jerked with each spurt of cum, and he groaned.
When his breathing was under control, he slid out of her body, then rolled to the side, reaching over her still shaking body, to pull her into his chest.
They lay there, silent, breathing, as he waited for his heart to stop racing.
Fuck. He knew that being with her again would wipe all other women from his mind, but he’d been wrong; they never once compared to what it was like to be inside Liz, to feel her around him, beneath him, to taste her sweat slicked flesh, to touch her soft naked curves, and to release inside of her—all that pleasure still couldn’t measure up to the beauty, the power that was just being with the woman he loved.
He made love to her twice more after that, the hunger and need for her never abating, only growing with each touch, each orgasm.
As the night continued to gather outside, as the shadows danced over the room, as Liz settled against him, her body growing heavy with sleep, wrapped in his arms, she breathed the words, “I forgive you,” just before she slipped into slumber.
And as the night retreated as the sun began to climb the sky, with the woman he loved curled into his side, in the safety of his arms where she belonged, Trouble let the first tear fall.