Chapter 20 #2
I shed the rest of my clothes, standing naked before her. Her eyes roam over me with undisguised appreciation, lingering on my erection.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her as I join her on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. "Every inch of you."
I grip her ankle, holding it steady while I brush my lips along her skin, savoring the way she shudders.
Her scent, her heat, the salt of her skin, it all feeds something hungry in me.
Every inch I claim with my mouth, I own.
I take my time, letting her anticipation build, loving the way her thighs shift, restless, needy for me.
"You're mine tonight," I murmur against her skin. "My woman. My Sadie."
"Yes," she breathes, the word half sigh, half plea.
I avoid the place she wants me most, moving instead to her stomach, tracing the faint silvery stretch marks with my tongue.
Evidence of Poppy, of the life she grew inside her.
Far from flaws, they're a map of her body's journey, a testament to her strength.
I worship them with my mouth, my hands caressing her waist, her ribs, finally moving up to cup her breasts.
"So soft," I murmur, brushing my thumbs over her nipples. "So perfect."
She arches into my touch, seeking more. I lower my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Her hands find my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, holding me to her.
I lavish attention on both breasts until she's writhing beneath me, small desperate sounds escaping her lips. Only then do I move lower, settling between her thighs, my breath hot against her core.
"Please," she whispers, hips lifting slightly.
I look up the length of her body, meeting her eyes. "Please what, Sadie? Tell me exactly what you want."
Her cheeks flush darker, but she doesn't look away. "Your mouth. I want your mouth on me."
"Good girl," I praise, rewarding her honesty with a long, slow lick through her folds.
She gasps, head falling back against the pillows. I take my time exploring her, learning what makes her breath catch, what draws those sweet, broken sounds from her throat. When I find her clit with my tongue, her whole body tenses, a sharp cry escaping her.
"There?" I ask, circling the sensitive bud.
"Yes," she manages, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. "Right there."
I settle into a rhythm, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit.
Her hands tighten in my hair, hips rolling against my mouth as she chases her pleasure.
When I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars, she nearly comes off the bed.
"Axel," she gasps, the sound of my name on her lips like a prayer. "I'm close. So close."
I double my efforts, sucking her clit while my fingers work inside her. I can feel her tightening around me, her body coiling tighter and tighter.
"Let go," I command against her flesh. "Come for me, Sadie."
The second she breaks, it’s pure fucking satisfaction.
Her thighs clamp around my head, her body shaking for me.
I ease her down slowly, my hands steady on her hips, letting her know I’m not going anywhere.
When she collapses, spent and limp, I press my mouth to her thigh, branding her. My mark, my satisfaction.
"Breathe, sweetheart," I murmur, stroking her hair as she trembles in my arms.
She clings to me, face pressed into my neck, body still quaking with aftershocks.
I hold her, whispering praise against her temple, telling her how beautiful she is, how perfect, how much I want her, how she's mine.
Words I've never said to anyone before pour from me, honest and raw in the aftermath of her pleasure.
When her trembling subsides, she pulls back to look at me, her eyes still dark with desire despite her release.
"I want more," she whispers, running her fingers down my chest. "I want you inside me."
My cock throbs at her words, painfully hard after tasting her, feeling her come against my mouth. I reach for the condom I placed on the nightstand earlier, tearing it open with my teeth.
"How do you want me?" I ask, rolling the protection down my length, watching her watch me with hungry eyes.
She surprises me, pushing up to her knees and turning to face the headboard, looking back over her shoulder with a boldness I haven't seen before.
"Like this," she says, arching her back slightly. "I want you to fuck me."
The crude word from her lips sends fire racing through my veins. I move behind her, running my hands down her sides to grip her hips. She's perfect like this, exposed, vulnerable, giving herself to me completely.
"You sure?" I check one last time, positioning myself at her entrance.
"Yes," she breathes, pushing back against me. "Please, Axel. I need you."
I enter her with one slow, deep thrust, both of us groaning as I fill her completely. She's impossibly tight, still sensitive from her orgasm, her body gripping me like a vise.
"Fuck," I hiss, holding still to let her adjust. "You feel so good, Sadie. So fucking tight around me."
She makes a small, desperate sound, trying to move against me. I tighten my grip on her hips, holding her in place.
"Not yet," I murmur, leaning forward to press my chest against her back. "I want you to feel every inch of me first."
I stay buried deep inside her, grinding slowly, making her take all of me. Her head drops forward, a whimper escaping her lips.
"Please," she begs, voice breaking. "I need you to move."
"Like this?" I withdraw almost completely before sliding back in with deliberate slowness.
"Harder," she gasps. "I won't break."
Something in me snaps at her words, the last thread of restraint I've been clinging to. I pull back and thrust forward hard, the force pushing her up the bed.
"This what you need?" I growl, repeating the motion. "You need me to fuck you hard?"
"Yes," she cries out, her fingers clutching the sheets. "God, yes."
I establish a punishing rhythm, driving into her with a force I've been holding back since the first time I saw her. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by her gasps and my groans.
"So. Fucking. Perfect," I grit out, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Taking my cock so well."
She pushes back to meet each thrust, meeting me halfway, her body greedy for mine.
She's so responsive, so perfect in her abandon.
I want to draw this out, make it last, but the sight of her beneath me, back arched, hair wild, taking every hard thrust with hungry sounds, is pushing me toward the edge faster than I want.
I reach forward, gathering her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the mattress. The new position forces her chest down, changes the angle so I'm hitting her deeper with each thrust.
"You like that?" I growl, tightening my grip on her wrists. "You like being held down while I fuck you?"
"Yes," she gasps, turning her face to the side so I can see her profile, eyes closed in pleasure. "God, Axel, don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," I grunt, driving into her harder. "Your pussy feels too fucking good to stop."
Her inner walls clench around me at the crude words, drawing a groan from deep in my chest. I've never been this uninhibited with a woman before, never let myself be this raw, this demanding.
But Sadie takes everything I give her and asks for more, her body responding to my dominance in ways that drive me wild.
"You're mine," I tell her, the words torn from somewhere primal inside me. "Say it, Sadie. Tell me who you belong to."
She whimpers, pushing back against me. "Yours. I'm yours."
I release her wrists, grabbing her hips with both hands to pull her back onto my cock with bruising force.
"Touch yourself," I command, voice rough with need. "Make yourself come on my cock."
She obeys instantly, one hand sliding between her legs to circle her clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I drive into her from behind nearly breaks me. I can feel her getting close again, her inner muscles fluttering around me.
"That's it," I encourage, slowing my pace slightly to make it last. "Show me how good it feels. Show me what I do to you."
Her movements become more desperate, her breathing harsh and quick. "Axel," she moans, my name a broken plea on her lips. "I'm going to…"
"Come for me," I order, snapping my hips forward with renewed force. "Now, Sadie."
She shatters around me, her body convulsing, inner walls clamping down on my cock like a vise. Her cry of release is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, raw and unrestrained, my name tangled in it like a prayer.
I can't hold back any longer. With a final, deep thrust, I follow her over the edge, my orgasm tearing through me with an intensity that leaves me gasping. I collapse forward, catching my weight on my forearms to avoid crushing her, my face pressed into her hair as we both struggle to breathe.
For several long moments, we stay like that, connected, trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through both our bodies. Finally, I gather enough strength to withdraw carefully, discarding the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed.
When I turn back, Sadie has rolled onto her side, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. Her hair is a wild tangle around her flushed face, her lips swollen from our earlier kisses. She looks thoroughly claimed, utterly satisfied, and somehow still vulnerable.
I slide back into bed, gathering her against my chest, one hand smoothing her hair away from her face. "You okay?" I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
She nods against my chest, her breathing still uneven. "More than okay."
I pull back slightly to see her face, needing to be sure. "I wasn't too rough? I got a little carried away."
A small, satisfied smile curves her lips. "It was perfect," she whispers. "Exactly what I needed."