Chapter 21 #2
Tapping my chin in thought, I think for a moment.
“I think the first sip of coffee in the morning is one of life’s greatest treasures.
” He laughs at that one. “And rainbows,” I say, thinking about how Lydia always told me to look for them.
“There’s just something about them that fills me with hope. ”
“Rainbows or rainbow sprinkles?”
I laugh. “Both.”
Nodding, he finishes his glass of wine. “Anything else?”
My eyes light up when I remember one of my favorite things ever.
“Oh, yes. Now, this is important.” He nods, waiting for me to continue.
“I am a huge sucker for the moment in a movie or a book when the guy gets the girl, or vice versa. That blip when the conflict is done, and they can finally be together?” I clasp my hands over the center of my chest as I sigh. “It gets me every time.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a slow, satisfied smile. “Movies, huh?”
“Yes. It just never gets old.”
“I’m glad you think so, because I have a movie in mind that we’re gonna watch together tonight.”
***
Rhonan cues up the television and finally steps out of the way so I can see what he chose.
I gasp. “Top Gun Maverick?”
“You said it was better than the first one, so I have high expectations.” He moves toward the couch to sit next to me, resting his arm along the back of it.
“I—I can’t believe you remembered that I said that.”
He lifts his hand to cup my jaw. “I told you, I remember everything about that night, Vienna.”
“Me too.”
Sexual energy races between us as I move to straddle him, but he stops me before I can get into position. “Vienna, don’t.”
Disappointment races through me as I take my seat again. “Oh, okay. I just…”
He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me.
“Don’t think for a second that I don’t want you.
” He takes my hand and places it on his cock, hard and ready in his slacks.
I have to clench my thighs together to ward off the need building low in my belly.
“But I want to make sure you understand that sex is not the only thing on my mind. Do I plan on fucking you later? You bet your ass. But right now?” He tilts his head to the side as his eyes move all over my face.
“I just want to experience something normal with you.”
“Normal?”
“Yeah, you know… Watching a movie, cooking dinner together, cuddling on the couch.” He bites his bottom lip. “I haven’t had that in a long time.”
Is now when I tell him that I never had that because my husband was an asshole that flipped a switch on me the second we were married?
“That sounds perfect, Rhonan,” I reply instead, falling even deeper for this man as he wraps his arm around me, settles into the couch, and holds me while we watch a movie together that I think will be my favorite movie of all time now, for obvious reasons.
***
“Holy shit,” Rhonan breathes out as if he were just holding his breath. The movie just ended and when the final task for the pilots started, Rhonan was sitting on the edge of the couch, all cuddling forgotten.
One thing I’ve learned about Rhonan Hart tonight is that he’s a talker during movies, which is both endearing and also kind of annoying.
At least I’ve already seen this movie, so it didn’t bother me as much as it could have.
But moving forward? That’s something I’m going to have to talk to him about.
“That was intense.”
“Right? So good though,” I say as Rhonan finds the remote and stops the movie from playing during the credits. When he turns to me, he looks as if he’s still struggling to breathe. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. My adrenaline is just flowing right now.”
I place my hand over his chest, finding his heart beating wildly. “You were invested.”
“I was.” He reaches out and frames my face with his hands. “But now I think I need to burn some of this adrenaline off.”
I glance up at the ceiling playfully. “Huh. I wonder how you could do that…”
His eyes dip to the cleavage peeking out of the top of my shirt, and he traces the delicate skin with his finger. “I have a few ideas.”
“I’d love to hear them.”
A low growl travels up his throat before he yanks my bottom lip down with his thumb. “How about I just show you?”
We lean forward at the same time and capture each other’s mouths in a desperate kiss that has been building all night. It’s been nearly a week since the last time we were naked together, and my body is eager to be reminded of how his touch controls me.
He buries his hand in my hair, manipulating my head as he owns me with his mouth—deep strokes of his tongue, soft nips, the drag of his teeth across my bottom lip. Each move makes me struggle to take in air.
When we part, he stands from the couch and starts undoing the buttons on his shirt. “Get naked, baby.”
I reach to my ribs and slide the side zipper down before lifting the shirt up and over my head, revealing my strapless bra to him—a black satin number with lace.
When he’s undone the last button on his shirt, he strips it from his arms and drops it to the floor before tipping my chin up, locking his eyes on mine. “You are so fucking sexy, Vienna.”
“Right back at you, Rhonan.” I drag my hands down his chest and abs, stopping at the clasp on his slacks to release it.
I can feel his hard length under my hands, so I make quick work of his zipper and then reach behind him to push his slacks and briefs down, revealing his hard length right in front of my face.
I keep my eyes on him as I bring his tip to my mouth, licking around it softly, dragging my tongue from the base of him all the way to the tip, swirling my tongue as I take him all the way to the back of my throat.
The deep moan of satisfaction that leaves him urges me to continue.
“This fucking mouth.” He strokes the side of my face with his thumb.
“So fucking perfect.” I worship his cock for a few more minutes before he pulls away from me.
“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come down your throat, and I’d rather be buried inside you when that happens. ”
Licking my lips, I nod. “I want that too.”
“Stand up.”
Keeping only a few inches of space between us, I follow his order while keeping my eyes on his. His hands move down my arms, softly tracing my skin, like he’s memorizing the feel of me. When he reaches behind me and pops the clasp on my bra, the fabric falls to the floor between us.
He cups my breasts, toying with my nipples as he leans down and kisses my shoulders, my collarbone, and up my neck right to my ear. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Rhonan…”
“Patience, baby. For once, we don’t need to rush. I’m gonna take my time, worship you the way you deserve, play with you until you’re so desperate for my cock that you’re begging for it.” He nibbles on my earlobe.
“Not fair.”
“I know it’s not, because that’s how you make me feel every day, Vienna—desperate. For more of you, for more of this, for just…more.”
Our eyes meet and then he’s kissing me again, our hands roaming over each other’s torsos. Rhonan kicks his slacks and briefs from his feet, and then he’s dragging the zipper down the back of my skirt, letting it fall to the floor before cupping my ass in his hands. “Fuck, your ass is exquisite.”
“You can thank yoga for that.”
He laughs before grabbing the strings of my thong on my hips and tearing them apart, tossing the flimsy excuse for fabric to the side.
“Hey! I liked those.”
“I’ll buy you more.” Cupping my face, he brings my mouth to his once more, holding me to his chest so tight that I can feel his hard, hot length resting between us, almost perfectly in line with my slit.
When he realizes this too, he moves his hips back and forth, sliding between my lips just enough that I know he can feel how wet I am. “Fuck, your pussy is dripping already.”
“I need you,” I say, reaching between us to help him part my lips even more so his length can rub against my clit.
If there were a more significant height difference between us, this position and movement probably wouldn’t work.
But his slow drags across my sensitive flesh are making my legs shake and building up the pressure inside of me.
“And you’ll have me. But first, I need to satisfy my craving for a taste of this pussy.”
Taking me by the hand, he leads me to his room and guides me to sit on the edge of his bed. I’m too mesmerized by the look in his eyes to realize that this is my first time in here.
“Prop your feet up on the bed and let me see you, baby.”
I do as he says, feeling more exposed than I ever have, but not because of my nakedness.
No. This exposure feels like accepting the shift happening between us—the open desire, the need, and the trust.
I trust this man, and he’s telling me that he trusts me too.
But there’s still so much more I need to be honest with him about.
Focus, Vienna. There will be a time to bring that up, but now is not it.
Rhonan pushes my thighs open wider and with his eyes locked on mine, he drops to his knees and drags his tongue all the way through me. “Fuckkkkk…” he draws out before repeating the movement over and over again.
“More, please...”
Another long drag of his tongue. “I told you, you’re gonna have to be patient, Vienna. Be a good girl and listen to me, and I promise, I’ll let you come.” He licks two of his fingers and then slowly pushes them inside of me, pumping them in a rhythm that makes my entire body quake.
“Yes, Rhonan.”
His tongue returns to my clit. “Fuck, I love hearing you say my name while I’m eating your pussy,” he mumbles as his tongue works me over.
“Rhonan…” I moan again. He growls in response.
“You’d better say my name when you come, Vienna.” As he picks up his pace, I watch him focus on what he’s doing—using his fingers expertly, moving his tongue against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, and then he just…stops.
“Rhonan!”
He stands, pumping his cock and giving me the perfect view of his physique—his broad shoulders, his massive chest, those muscular arms, and that V of his hips that makes women drool, much like I feel myself doing at this very moment. “Are you on the pill, Vienna?”
“I—yes,” I reply, with a hint of desperation in my voice.
“I just…” His voice strains when he says, “I want you bare. I don’t want anything between us.”
Pulling him toward me, I mumble against his lips. “God, I want that too.”
“Lie back then, baby.” I scoot toward the head of the bed as he crawls over me. Once my head is resting comfortably on the pillow, Rhonan rests his body between my legs and lines his cock up to my pussy, dragging the head of it over my clit. “You have no idea how crazy you make me feel, Vienna.”
“I think I understand a little.”
He shakes his head. “No. How intensely I crave you? It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. But I’m not sure how I’m supposed to stop that.”
“Don’t stop,” I breathe out, shaking my head.
His lips part as he lines his cock up to my entrance and pulses inside, giving me another inch of him with each thrust until he’s filling me completely.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot, so wet, so fucking perfect.
” His thrusts get harder and deeper, sliding inside of me with very little resistance as he rests his forehead on mine and our bodies move in sync.
I never knew that sex could be this passionate, this carnal. This man moves in a way that makes me think his body was made for mine. He knows what I need, when to speed up and slow down, when to push harder and how to touch me in the perfect way that the ecstasy is almost too good to bear.
“Fuck me, Rhonan.” I claw at his back as he finds his pace, sliding in and out of me, letting me feel every inch of him as he hits that sweet spot deep inside of me that I know will make me see stars.
I was so close to coming earlier that it doesn’t take me long to find the brink of that release again.
“Oh God…I’m gonna come,” I warn, bracing myself for the impact.
“Soak my cock, baby. Clench that pussy around me.”
The orgasm slams into me fast and hard. Rhonan reaches between us to rub my clit and make it more intense. It lasts for so long that I almost feel like it’s never going to end, and honestly, I don’t want it to.
This life, this man—it’s something I never could have dreamed of as a possibility.
But Rhonan Hart has shown me what real love can look and feel like.
I’m in love with him.
I think I have been for a while.
I just need to move on completely from my past now. It’s not something I can put off any longer.
When my orgasm subsides, I open my eyes to find Rhonan smirking down at me. “Fuck, I love watching you come.”
My entire pussy is so sensitive right now that I almost feel like I could come again. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. “Your turn.”
His forehead drops to mine again. “I’m not ready for this to end. You feel so fucking good.” His hips continue to move in a tortuous pace.
I bring my knees up and wrap my legs around his back. “Please, Rhonan. I want you to fill me up.”
“Fuck,” he growls as he increases his speed again, pounding into me in the most perfect way—hard, but deep, flicking his hips so that he hits that spot deep inside of me again, building me up to come quicker than I thought possible. “I want you to come again.”
“Keep going. I’m close.” Reaching between us this time, I find my clit and circle the nub in the way I know will bring me over the edge. “Yes, right there…”
“Fuck, Vienna. Goddamn it.”
“More…”
“Shit.”
“Yes…fuck, yes. I’m coming!” I scream as Rhonan lets out a groan full of pleasure, fucking me through our orgasms, not stopping until we’re both completely spent.
His body goes slack as we both struggle to catch our breath. When he rolls to the side, I turn my head to face him, finding him staring back at me.
“Still craving me?” I tease him, loving the way his smile appears so much easier now.
He pulls me to his chest. “I told you, that won’t ever stop.”
“Then let me know when you’re ready for round two.”
He points to his dick that’s still hard. “Give me a few minutes to recover, will you?”
Laughing, we fight to regulate our breathing before my eyes land on the scar on his arm as I trace it with my fingers. “How did you get this?”
His smile falls as he directs his gaze to the mangled tissue. “A bullet. It grazed me, but the guy behind me didn’t get so lucky.”
I push his disheveled hair from his face. “I’m sorry, Rhonan.”
Pulling me closer, he says, “Don’t be sorry. We all have scars. Some are hidden on the inside, and some are visible on our skin. But something I’m beginning to understand is that they all have a purpose. And once you start to accept them, they don’t seem so ugly anymore.”