Chapter Nineteen #2
Inch by inch, I glide my hands up her thighs, bunching her shorts up past her panties. She sits up, propping herself up on her hands to watch. My dirty girl wants to see every second.
Leaning down, I press my lips into the inside of her knee, higher and higher, feeling her body warm with every kiss.
I switch to the other leg. “You have”—kiss—“no idea”—kiss—“how long”—kiss—“I’ve waited”—kiss—“to taste you.”
A soft moan slips past her lips, and my dick throbs, threatening to burst the seams of my pants.
“How long I’ve dreamed of hearing my name on your lips.” Grabbing the bunched fabric of her shorts, I slide them down as she lifts her hips, and I toss them to the floor beside me.
Her heavy, ragged breathing tells me she feels exactly the same way.
Pretty red lace panties wait for me when I return my kisses up her instep, planting a greedy one perfectly over her clit. She bucks at the contact, and I decide to go back for a second one, this time using my tongue to soak through the lace, getting the tiniest taste of what’s to come.
“Fucking hell, baby, I could get drunk off your pussy.” I run my nose up her center. “Happily. Deliriously. No sanity in sight.” I glide my tongue up the lace. “That’s what this pretty cunt does to me.”
“ Mason .” She whimpers my name, sounding as helpless as ever as I suck and lick the soft skin of her inner thighs. “Ugh, why are you so good at that?”
“If devouring you was a sport, I’d be a gold medalist between your thighs, baby.” I mutter as I continue to torment her with my tongue, licking everywhere but the one place she desperately wants it.
I’m going to make her come so fucking fast when I get my tongue and fingers in her. Over and over, she’s going to cry my name out tonight.
I wrap my fingers wrapping around the waist of her panties as I look up at her.
“I want you.” Her face is twisted in a look similar to pain, but there’s no agony in her body, unless it’s of frustration and yearning. “Please, Mason. Even if it’s just this once, I need you.”
Maybe I’m selfish and want more than anything to be with her again. Maybe it’s the helplessness in her voice, begging me for one more time.
Although if it’s up to me, this will be one of many.
“You want me?” I sit up, sliding my arms around her hips, our eyes now at the same level.
I inch forward, and her back arches as her face inches closer to mine, her bottom lip pushed forward.
“So fucking bad.”
My heart thumps in my ears as I hold her gaze, feeling like this moment holds more weight than I could’ve ever imagined. I wish she could read my thoughts right now, feel how fucking in love with her I am.
It might be that very love that is making me selfish enough to do this, to have her once more, knowing that it means everything to me, even if it doesn’t mean the same for her. She’s all I want, and I’m not going to waste one more second.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her toward me, parting her lips with mine and kissing her desperately. Our bodies roll together as her hands grab my face.
With the tip of my tongue, I deepen our kiss, our passion fevered and pathetic, like we can’t get enough of each other.
God, I’ve needed this. So fucking bad.
“Me too,” Daphne whimpers between kisses, and I realize I must’ve said that thought out loud.
Sliding her ass to the edge of the bed, I sit up taller on my knees, wrapping her legs around my waist as I get lost in her, clinging to every second she gives me.
She grinds her hips forward, pressing her nearly bare center against my dick, and I groan into her mouth.
How is this real life right now? I must be dreaming.
Pulling back, I kiss the edge of her lips, her cheek, jaw, neck, planting them on every inch of her body as I work my way down.
She claws at my shirt, and I let her tear it from me, tossing it to the floor beside her shorts.
“Jesus Christ, you are so hot.”
Her eyes eat me alive, scorching my body and branding me completely. “It was so hard not to sneak glances at your body when we were switched.”
Her admission has me panting like a dog in her lap.
“You think that was hard? Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Every second of every day was agonizing, knowing that my dream girl’s body was in the palm of my hand.
” I pause, holding her stare. “But not once did I steal a look or a touch. That’s your body, your right, and I’d never take that from you. ”
She fists the back of my hair and yanks my head forward, kissing me firmly and rough. “Dream girl, huh?”
Pulling away, I bend down and hook my arms under her legs, inching forward toward her soaked center. “And I mean it.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I snake my hands around her thighs, pulling her panties to the side and visually devouring her. “So fucking perfect.”
When I blow a gentle stream of air against her core, a strong shiver runs through her, and her head falls back. “ Please , Mason. Please.”
As if she needed to beg.
My tongue runs up her folds, from bottom to top, flicking her clit before repeating it once more. She moans loudly, and I reach up and cover her mouth with my hand.
Just the taste of her could send me over the fucking edge; I’m so turned on right now. My cock is hard as a rock in my pants, begging to be set free.
She takes my free hand, sliding her lips across my palm. The second her lips part and she sucks my thumb into her mouth, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Oh shit, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
Flicking my gaze up at her, I groan into her pussy, fucking her tight hole with my tongue, plunging it as deep as it will go as I greedily lap up every drop she gives me. Her eyes are hooded. My entire thumb is in her mouth and down the start of her throat.
I’m afraid if she were to take my dick in her mouth right now, I could come from the first touch alone. She’s ruined me. I’m a puddle at her feet, completely at her mercy.
Sliding my other hand out from under her thigh, I circle her entrance with a finger before easing it inside, circling it round and round as my tongue continues its assault.
I add a second finger, and her moans and breathing quicken faster and faster as I bring her close to her first orgasm.
I hook my fingers, and her legs tighten. I feel her pussy starting to clench around me. Hardening my tongue, I run it back and forth between that sweet spot above her entrance to her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers, and my balls tighten.
I’ve nearly gotten this fucking close to coming without her touching me. This is insane.
“Oh my God, Mason.” Her body explodes, coming hard and fast as her legs start to shake and her head flies back, moans and whines leaving her lips in waves as pleasure pulses through her.
I work her through it thoroughly, not pulling back until her breathing evens out.
Licking my fingers clean, I groan. “Mmm. Delicious.”
She props herself up on her elbows and stares at me with burning intensity.
She wants more, and so do I.
But there’s a nagging sensation in my chest, something I don’t understand and desperately wish would go away.
This is not the time or place.
The feeling you get when you know you shouldn’t do something settles between my shoulders. Not that there’s anything wrong with fucking the girl you love. I mean, right now, that’s the only thing I can think of.
“What’s that look for?” She circles the air in front of my face with a quizzical look in her eyes.
Shit . I didn’t have walls up in front of my emotions.
Sitting up, she slides a hand down my chest and into the first inch of my waistband.
The air draws taut as her hand sinks lower, and I stop her, grabbing her wrist and freezing her in place.
“Wait.”
Her eyes fly up to meet mine. “What’s wrong? Do you n-not want to?”
Gently sliding my hand along her jaw and into her hair, I brush her cheek. “More than you could ever know.”
She chuckles. “And you’re stopping me because …”
I don’t know. I don’t even fucking know!
Because I want the first time we have sex again to be when there isn’t a weird fucking elephant in the room with us. When she isn’t pretending everything’s fine and avoiding the real emotion between us because she’s scared I’ll hurt her again.
Because when I fill her up to the fucking brim, there will be no going back. She is mine for good after that.
“I love you.” The words explode from my lips before my brain can stop them.
Fuck.
This certainly wasn’t how I planned on telling her.
But I can’t really take it back now.
Her spine straightens, and she blinks hard. “W-what did you say?”
Dropping my hand to the tops of her thighs, I exhale shakily. “That I love you.” But I don’t stop there. I’m like a can of worms being opened after years of pent-up pressure. “That I’ve always fucking loved you. Ever since that night, I’ve regretted letting you go.”
“Mason.”
I cringe at the tone of her voice.
I cut her off from saying anything else, to save myself the pain.
“Please just listen.” I take her hands in mine, baring my soul to her.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Daphne. But I’m not sorry for loving you.
I know that there are a lot of unanswered questions right now.
I know that you’re scared too. I can feel it as much as my own fear.
But I’m done running from the what-ifs.”
Tears form in her eyes, and my heart aches.
“Look, I don’t need to hear it back. I don’t need you to tell me another word this entire night.
” I brush her cheeks as I cup her face. “I don’t just want your body, Daphne.
I don’t want a onetime hookup. I don’t want to pretend like my heart isn’t the one calling the shots, like it hasn’t been this whole time.
” I take a shaky breath and wet my lips.
“I love you, and I’m serious about us. I want us to be together, really together.
If you want that too, then I’m yours. If you don’t …
hell, I’m yours even then. But I want more.
I want all of it. And I want it with you. ”
Her bottom lip trembles, and a tear rolls down her cheek. I lean forward and kiss it away. Her mouth opens and closes as a thousand emotions run through her mind. I don’t blame her for not knowing what to say. Two minutes ago, I didn’t know I was going to be saying all of this either.
“I’m leaving tomorrow for that team camping trip. I’ll be back on Friday for opening night. Just …” I pause. “Take a couple of days, think about what you want. I’ll stay at the hockey house tonight and give you some space to think.”
Her lips move again, but nothing comes out.
I lean forward and kiss her forehead. “Don’t say anything, okay? Just wait until you know what you want. I’ll wait for it, I promise. Whatever you want, I support you. Although I might be biased.”
I smirk, and a helpless smile breaks across her lips as tears roll down her cheeks.
“Don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry I sprang that on you all at once. I should’ve waited. It just spilled out of me.”
“Don’t apologize.” She sniffles, and I wipe the tears away with my thumbs, a soft smile on her lips. “Please don’t.”
“Okay.” I exhale nervously, terrified of moving.
I don’t want to leave her, not after going down on her and dumping all my feelings on her. That wasn’t fair to her.
I couldn’t have held it together for one more night?
“I-I’m going to go to the bathroom quickly.” She pulls away from my grasp and hops off her bed, grabbing new shorts and panties before slipping out of her room without another breath.
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, falling back to the floor and covering my face.
After a minute, I gather myself and stand up, pulling my shirt back on.
Slowly, I start pacing the room, getting more and more nervous with each second passing. Or minutes. Or hours. I don’t know, but it feels like forever.
Running my hands through my hair like a maniac, I hear the door creak open behind me. My head whips around, and she walks through, her hair brushed, and eyes dried.
“Hi.”
Oh my God, I hate myself. Hi? Out of everything you could’ve said, you went with hi?
She fights a small smile on her lips as her eyes fill with amusement. “Hi.”
Stepping toward her, I feel like I’m in a completely unknown territory with no idea how to navigate it.
“When do you leave?”
“Five a.m.” I fidget with my hands, only a few feet and a thousand miles between us.
“So, you need to go home tonight then?” She whispers her question with hesitancy in her voice.
“Not if you want me to stay,” I murmur.
We drift together, step by step, and she nods slowly. Her next word is everything I want to hear. “Stay.”
“Then I will,” I state matter-of-factly because the decision is easy.
I’ll have to get up at, like, four a.m. to leave here and go back to my place and pack, but I don’t care if it means I get to be by her side tonight.
Who knows what she’ll decide in the end? Maybe this will be my last chance to hold her. Maybe she wants this one last night together before saying goodbye.
Taking my hand, she pulls me over to her bed, and we crawl under the covers, me first. She puts her back to me, and I wrap her up in my arms and legs, unsure where we each begin.
“Good night, Sunset,” I whisper into her ear and press a soft kiss beneath it.
I know she’s confused. I get it—I do. But, fuck, if she chooses to walk away from us , I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. I don’t know how I’d ever accept that as an answer. We’re meant to be together—I know that. If I have to, I’ll spend the rest of my life earning her love.
“Good night.”