Chapter 27 Felix #2
Almost immediately, her hips buck up as she cries out, and I move to nuzzle her inner thigh until she’s still again.
“Easy,” I murmur against her skin. “This is a marathon, not a sprint.”
I take my time, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue, then flicking against it rapidly until her thighs start to tremble. She’s already drenched when I slide two fingers inside her, her inner walls clenching around me.
Christ, I could live between her thighs. I slow down just to draw it out and keep her right on the edge with me. If she’d let me, I’d spend hours and even days making her fall apart. There’s nowhere else I want to be.
“Felix—oh god—” Her hands twist in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make my scalp tingle. “I’m—”
“Come for me, Piper,” I command, then seal my lips around her clit and suck.
Her back arches off the bed as she shatters, calling out my name like it’s the only word that matters.
I work her through it, gentling my movements as the aftershocks roll through her.
Her thighs twitch against my shoulders, and I press a kiss to the inside of one and then the other.
The tremors slowly ease beneath my lips, but I don’t pull away until her breathing starts to even out and her fingers loosen their grip in my hair.
When I finally lift my head, she’s watching me with heavy-lidded eyes and the kind of blissed-out smile that undoes me more than a little. I crawl up her body, loving how thoroughly wrecked she looks with her hair spread across the pillow, lips parted, and a gorgeous flush coloring her chest.
“So fucking beautiful,” I repeat, lying back on the pillow next to her.
“Yeah, well, it’s your turn,” she says, biting that lower lip again as she reaches for my boxer briefs.
I let her strip them off me, and my cock springs free. She wraps one hand around me, and I hiss at the contact. Then nearly lose my mind when she dips her head and takes me in her mouth.
“Piper—” Her name tears out of me.
She hums around my dick, and the vibration shoots straight up my spine. Her tongue swirls over the head, and she takes me deeper, her hand working what she can’t reach. It’s too good. Way too good.
After a few strokes, I smooth a hand over her long hair then tug her up my body before I embarrass myself. “I need to be inside you.”
“As you wish,” she says with a wicked smile.
“Fucking Princess Bride,” I murmur, only to forget my own name as she straddles my hips, positioning herself over me. I grip her thighs as she sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch. The feel of her wrapped around me is like a delicious, dangerous vise, squeezing the air from my lungs.
“You feel incredible, Hart.”
She rocks her hips, finding a rhythm, and plants her hands on my chest for leverage. “Samesies, Barlowe.”
I let her set the pace, content to watch her move above me. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, and her cheeks are flushed, pupils almost black with desire. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s it,” I tell her, hands sliding up to cup her breasts. I brush my thumbs over her nipples, and her rhythm falters as she whimpers. “You’ve got this, sweetheart.”
She starts to move faster, grinding against me to chase what she needs. I thrust up and match her pace. The sounds she makes—breathy little moans that get higher and more desperate—drive me to the edge of my own pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” I say, my voice rough. “I want to feel you come around me.”
One hand slides between her legs, fingers working her clit. I feel them brush against where we’re joined, and it takes everything I have to hold on.
Her head lolls back, and I reach up a hand to support her neck.
“So close,” she breathes.
“I’ve got you, Piper. Let go now.”
Her whole body trembles when she comes apart, clenching around me so tight, my vision whites out. I follow her a second later, my release tearing through me as I lift off the bed to bury myself even deeper inside her.
And when she collapses against my chest, I wrap my arms around her, holding her close while I wait for the world to stop spinning. Her heart pounds against mine and then gradually slows.
“Still good?” I stroke a palm up and down her spine.
“More than.” She presses a gentle kiss to my chest.
We stay tangled together, neither of us wanting to break the spell. Eventually, she shifts, and I slip out of her. Her soft sound of protest makes me smile.
“Come here, Hart.” I tuck her body against my side, her head beneath my chin.
She drapes a leg over mine, her hand resting over my heart. “Felix?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, again.”
I kiss the top of her head. “That was the best fucking thank you in the history of thank yous. You’d better be careful, or you’re never going to get rid of me.”
She’s quiet for so long I think she’s drifted off. “That’s not the worst thing I’ve ever heard,” she answers finally.
The words sink into me, filling a corner of my heart I didn’t know was empty.
“You’re going to give me a big head with that kind of praise.”
She laughs softly. “You’ve already got a big head.”
“Bigger,” I amend.
She snuggles closer, her breathing evening out as her body goes heavy against mine.
I stare at the ceiling while Piper sleeps, thinking about today.
I should be terrified by the way she’s snuck past my defenses and wound herself around my heart with that particular combination of sweetness and sass.
Three women have wrecked me. The last one did it with my best friend, in my own bed, and I was down so fucking bad I didn’t see it coming.
I swore I was done with everything about commitment.
No more handing someone the knife and waiting for them to use it.
My dad’s voice is still in my head, even now. Don’t let ’em see you bleed, boy. That’s how they know where to cut.
Piper’s not like that, but I don’t know if I’m ready for this. Can the misshapen parts of my heart stretch far enough to hold everything she deserves?
Yet with this woman curled up in my arms, all I can seem to feel is something dangerously close to hope.
For her, I want to try.