Chapter 26 Sutton
Sutton
I see the fear and hurt laced in her gaze, but as my lips connect with hers, her body relents, and I hold her tight. I want to soak up all her fears. I want to protect her, but with no idea what from, I’m searching for a faceless villain.
I’ve been itching to have her to myself for the entire night. I could barely concentrate on the movie, my hand running up and down her thigh as we sat on the sofa, wanting to rip the jeans off her legs and taste her instead of the salty popcorn I was stuck shoving into my mouth instead.
I kiss down her neck, relishing her light moan, her shoulders lowering as her hands run up my back. With her body melting like butter in my hold, I grin against her skin.
“Why are you smiling?” Her head has fallen back, her eyes closed, and I kiss back up her neck to her ear to answer her.
“Just happy…” It’s the truth. I can’t remember a time when I felt so good about everything. When she grins right back, I return the question.
“Why are you smiling?” My hands smooth up and down her torso, her curves, loving the feeling of having her here with me. In my arms.
“Just happy…” she whispers.
And that’s how I know I have her focus. When I saw her clenching the newspaper, she wasn’t with me, her mind clearly on something else and that something else left sadness in her eyes. Now, they sparkle, right in my direction.
Slowly, I grab the hem of her top and draw it up and off her frame, leaving her encased in her bra.
White. Fresh. Innocent. But there’s nothing innocent about what we’re going to do.
I want her naked, bouncing on me. My balls are so blue from waiting weeks for her, I’m not sure I can wait much longer. But I will. For her.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me?” She steps closer, lifting her mouth to meet mine. She instigates the kiss, one so featherlight that I swear she’s teasing me on purpose.
“I’m going to get you naked, kiss every inch of your beautiful body, and then I’m going to fuck you all night long.
” Okay, maybe I’m not as slow and steady as I want to be, but having her right in front of me like this is testing my willpower.
At my response, I swear I can hear her heart hammering in her chest, so I pull back to look at her.
Did I go too far? Have I scared her off?
I stand in front of her, remaining firm, waiting as her mouth turns up, and she gives me a saucy grin as her hand reaches for my belt.
“What are you waiting for?” is all she says before I slam my mouth back onto hers. It’s game on.
I swallow her moans as my hands hit the waistband of her jeans, making quick work of them, her kicking them off just as fast. My hands find her perky ass, and I lift her up easily. As her legs wrap around me, I take two steps forward, pushing her back against the wall.
“God, I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” I moan against her skin as I grind into her, wanting her to feel how hard I am. What she does to me.
“You know what Aristotle said…” She’s already breathless as she fists my top, trying to lift it from my frame. I lean back, grabbing it from the back of my neck and helping her rip it off.
“Tell me, Tinker.” I grin, barely pulling my lips from hers. Her words are my aphrodisiac, our movement becoming quicker as her hands dive into the hair at the nape of my neck.
“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet,” she pants, her head lolling back against the wall as I grab her bra straps, pulling them down her shoulders, wanting her tits in my mouth.
“Oh, your fruit is very fucking sweet, baby,” I grit out as her breasts spill from her bra cups, and I lower my head, taking a nipple into my mouth. As I do, her hips grind against me, and my cock weeps. I nearly whimper. And that’s when I know I’m in trouble with this woman.
We are feverish, hands exploring, mouths smashing, hips grinding, wanting more. I can feel the heat between her legs every time she moves against me, and with each needy moan crawling up her throat, I’m edging toward desperate.
“I can’t wait. I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall,” I growl as the two of us unbutton my jeans, and I shove them down.
I’m so fucking hard, I can’t even think.
Getting her naked, having her scream my name, making her come over and over and over again, those thoughts are taking up the forefront of my mind.
“Please, I need it,” she begs as her feet push down my underwear, and my hand finds her center. She whimpers when I rub her there, feeling how damp her panties are.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I push her underwear to the side, wanting to touch her bare skin, and when I find her clit, her body convulses in my grip.
“Oh my God… yes…” Her words rush out with relief, nails digging into my shoulders.
“That’s it, baby… Fuck, your pussy is ready for me, isn’t she?”
An eager nod is her response before I find her mouth, our tongues tangling, my body pushing hers against the wall harder because I’m almost raging. I circle her clit over and over, and her hips grind on my hands, taking what she needs.
“Yes… Sutton… yeeeees…” she says breathily against my lips, shivering against my touch like she’s already on the verge of coming.
“Are you on birth control?” I grit out, barely hanging on.
“Yes. Implant,” she moans.
I have condoms. The responsible thing to do would be to stop what we’re doing, walk to the bathroom, grab a rubber, and put it on, but instead, I find myself saying, “I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
“Holy shit.” I kiss her with a passion that I don’t even recognize.
I haven’t gone bare with a woman in many years.
The last few years, I’ve played the field, met and spent time with a lot of women, but I never had sex without a condom.
Never trusting them fully. I read too many horror stories of pregnancies and being baby trapped to risk it.
“Please… please… I want you inside me, Sutton.” She’s begging me again, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound. I can’t deny her a thing, so without another word, I rip her panties away and slide inside her in one quick, deep thrust that has her gasping.
“Fuuuuuckkkk,” I groan, both of us stilling as her eyes roll to the back of her head. She feels good. Like, really damn good.
“Yes,” she breathes out and moves her hips on my length, her head falling forward to rest on my shoulder.
I let her go at her pace for a moment, savoring the feeling of her surrounding me.
As she gets used to my size, she sucks in another sharp breath, gripping tighter on to my shoulders, eyes meeting mine. “Fuck me, please.”
Goddammit. She’s perfect. “That’s it, baby…” I clench my jaw as I slide slowly in and out, warming us up, and it feels fucking fantastic.
“Harder,” she pants as her head falls back again, and she gives me a sexy-as-sin grin. I smile before giving her exactly that. I slam into her over and over, her pretty breasts bouncing, her mouth dropping open as her hips grind into me just as fast. She looks magnificent.
I can feel every inch I’m giving her. “You like that?”
“Yes… God, yes…” Her hands move to cup my face, pulling me to her, our kiss bruising, but my thrusts don’t slow. I can’t get enough. My need grows, my chase of her, of our high, too much.
What’s this girl doing to me?
“Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about this?” My honesty whips out of me as my hand finds her clit, making her shiver. “Thinking about taking you, having you in my bed, trailing kisses down your beautiful body…”
“Don’t stop…” she mewls, and I’m not planning on stopping. Circling her clit, I thrust in deeper and hold myself there, feeling her pulse around me.
“Oh, baby, the night is just beginning.”
She begs again, and I hear in her voice that she’s close.
Fuck, so am I. The way her body jolts with every thrust, the way her hips move, her back arches.
I’ve never been with a woman of her small stature; the power I feel in being able to lift her and put her anywhere I want is making me feel like a caveman.
“You feel me sliding in and out, you feel what you do to me? You make me so hard… so fucking hard, baby.”
“Sutton…” she warns, body trembling.
“Your pussy is weeping for me… throbbing…”
“Yes… yes…” She can barely talk, but I know she likes my words. Her body tells me on its own.
“Are you going to come for me, Tinker Bell?” My thrusts hit her right where she needs me as she remains pinned against the wall. “Be a good girl and come on my cock.”
Her eyes fly open and meet mine, and as we stare at each other, she lets go with a cry. I’m in awe at the sight. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world as she shudders, her pussy fluttering, tears of pleasure glossing her eyes as she kisses me messily.
And that’s all I need to come inside her with a suppressed roar.