Chapter 21 #2
I press my lips to hers, wrap my arms around her waist and gently walk her back towards the bed.
I slide my hands under her ass until I can lift her, wrapping her legs around me.
I kneel on the bed, gently making my way to the headboard as I sweep my tongue into her mouth.
We both moan at the contact. We haven’t been able to kiss like this, and I plan on taking my time building her up.
I sit, my back to the headboard, her straddling my waist and just kiss her.
My hands roam her back, her sides, her hair, until she starts to grind on me.
I grip her hips to stop her, because if she keeps going, I’m going to blow in my pants.
I’ve been imagining her every time I’ve touched myself for the last five years. I haven’t been with anyone else for five years. For five years I’ve searched, Googled, and watched the door to The Envelope like a hawk, hoping, praying that she would be the one to walk through the doors.
But tonight isn’t about me or about getting off. Tonight is about her.
When she starts panting in earnest, I place my hands on either side of her face and gently bring her to lean back a little, breaking the kiss. Her eyes are fully glassy with lust now, and her mouth drops open in a tiny pout.
I smile. She’s so goddamn beautiful like this.
I reach over and flip the lid off of the box I had delivered earlier today.
I pick up one of the strawberries and bring it to rest against her plump bottom lip. I press it in a little and watch as her tongue darts out to trace along the chocolate. I may be torturing myself, but fuck, it’s worth it.
I think back to the conversation she had with Harrison.
To go from stretch foods to this, dark chocolate-covered strawberries.
The difference just feels right. Nell knows what it means to struggle, to go without, to make compromises when the money ran out.
And now she doesn’t have to. And I can’t imagine it happening to a better person.
She opens her mouth for me on a sigh, and I set the strawberry just inside her teeth. I watch in rapt fascination as her white teeth puncture the skin of the strawberry and her tongue reaches out to capture the fruit. She closes her eyes and moans, and my cock kicks in my slacks.
A shiver runs down her spine, and I let my free hand follow it. As she finishes eating the fruit, I set the stem down on the side table and lift her sweatshirt and shirt over her head. I drop a chaste kiss to each swell of her breast before bringing another strawberry to her mouth.
Like this, I take turns hand-feeding her the decadent fruit and stripping her bare.
When she finally lies bare on her back, she throws one arm over her chest and the other to her groin.
"Are there cameras in here?" she whispers.
I nod. “Yes, but just for safety. They don’t record anything. Antonio’s on security tonight, but if it bothers you, I can have him turn them off?” I offer.
She nods. “Yes, please.”
While I see sex every night at The Club, I appreciate Nell’s desire to keep what happens between us private.
I slide the soft black comforter over her as I stand, digging my phone out of my pocket and shooting a text off to Antonio. I nod at the camera in the corner of the room, red light blinking, and we both watch silently as the red light flicks off, indicating that he’s turned off the feed.
The soft, dreamy smile Nell gives me makes my chest soar. This woman. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep that smile on her face for the rest of my life.
I grip the edge of the comforter at the foot of the bed and crawl underneath it. I’m at her feet, but she can’t see me.
She giggles and squirms beneath me, kneeing me gently in the chest accidentally.
I kneel, still covered by the comforter, and gently grip her ankle, pulling her leg flat.
I run my hand gently up the outside of her leg to her hip before repeating the motion on her right leg.
I trace my fingers around her ankle, causing her to flinch. She must be ticklish there.
When I bring both hands to the insides of her ankles and drag them slowly up, she squirms, pinning my hands together at her thighs. I gently push them apart again before caressing my hands everywhere except where she wants them.
I can torture us both a little tonight.
Her hips buck, seeking out relief, seeking out the pleasure she knows my hands can deliver.
Finally, I rest my elbows on either side of her waist, bringing my mouth a handful of inches from her pussy. I can’t see it beneath the blanket, but I can smell how wet for me she is.
I grip her hips in my hands to keep her still and blow on her. Her knees squeeze against my shoulders, but she can’t hide from me like this.
“Daniel,” she moans, sounding lost and out of control.
"Beg for me, darling," I coo as I blow another breath onto her clit.
“Please, Daniel. Please touch me.” Her voice sounds tortured, so I finally take pity on her.
I drag my tongue up her slit, reveling in the burst of her taste in my mouth. Her hand shoots to the back of my head, urging me on.
I thrust my tongue inside of her and fuck her with it for a moment before pulling out and tracing lazy circles around her clit. She tries to buck her hips up and chase my tongue, but I hold her in place with my hands.
I repeat my motions, teasing us both, her moans and mewls increasing with each pass.
“Please!” she shouts, fully uninhibited. Normally, Nell would have been shy about being so vocal, knowing there could be people in the hallway just beyond our door, but she’s so lost to the moment she’s forgotten. Which is exactly what I want from her.
I gently give her one finger, and then another, and as I work her G spot, she comes and comes hard. Her inner walls squeeze me, her thighs squeeze my shoulders, and her taste floods my tongue. But even as her tremors subside, I don’t let her come down; I keep working her, gently, but insistently.
“What? Wha? Daniel!” she shouts when her body rolls immediately into a second orgasm. Her legs shoot out straight this time, trapping my ears between her thighs.
I keep stroking her, urging her body into a third orgasm. Her hands push at my head, trying to push me away. I’m sure her body is over-sensitized and tender.
"Daniel! I can’t. I..." her breathy voice objects.
“Give me another, baby. Please? You can do it,” I say, kissing each of her thighs before taking her clit into my mouth again and sucking.
On a long, guttural, almost inhuman moan she does. It’s not as strong as the first two, but her back arches, her hands fist the sheets above my head, and she comes for a third time.
When she collapses bonelessly, against the mattress, I know she’s done.
I crawl up her naked body and press my weight into her, finally poking my head out from under the comforter and watching her blissed-out expression.
She’s a work of art. Pale cheeks flushed, sweaty hair sticking her to cheek and forehead, a soft, Mona Lisa-esque smile on her lips.
Right now, she doesn’t have a care in the world.
Pride fills my chest that I could do that for her.
Earlier in the night, I could feel the distance growing between us.
The tension that Family Dinner and her sisters had created between us demanded a reconnection.
And like this? Like this, I feel closer to her.
When it’s just her and me, alone in a room, loving each other exactly how we were made to.
Is it too early to tell her I love her? I kind of admitted to it when I told her what I wanted. But admitting it right now might bring back some of the tension. It might be an unconscious demand for her to say it back or analyze what we are. So, I’ll let it be for now.
When I start to wonder if she’s fallen asleep, her eyes blink open, unfocused at first. But when she sees me, her smile widens.
Her hand reaches up and brushes my hair down.
It must have gotten crazy under the blanket, but she just smiles at me.
“You’re crazy,” she whispers, and I fall even more in love with her.
I bury my face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. She’s sweaty, and the room smells like sex, but it smells like her. Like how she left my bed at the ski resort smelling all those years ago.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my chest aching to make her heart understand, to accept us.
Her hand strokes my hair again. “You’re mine,” she repeats.