26. Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Six
Colter
M y blood slows in my veins. I trust Annaliese with everything I have, I do. But the idea of my hands being tied and giving up that control doesn’t sit right with me. Control is what I’ve based my life on ever since I was old enough to have some. But on the other hand, I want to give her everything, so I shove those nerves down and nod. “I do.”
A wicked grin crosses her face, and she moves to straddle my hips. I watch her pert breasts sway with the movement, skin already blooming with red marks from my tongue and teeth, and I smile at the sight.
I raise my hands to reach for the headboard, and she tsks. “Not so fast, Dr. Andrews.”
Bringing them back down to my sides, I wonder if she’s going to tie my wrists together somewhere else when she brings the necktie to my eyes. The last thing I see before I close my lids and she wraps the tie around my eyes to blindfold me, is her soft, satisfied gaze looking down at me.
“I can’t tie your hands up, silly,” she chides. “How on earth are you going to fuck my mouth if your hands aren’t free?”
I groan, exhaling a breath so rough I can hear the air whooshing from my chest.
She ties a knot around my head, and I lie back on the pillow, opening my eyes under the fabric only to see pure darkness.
Every other sense is heightened. I can hear her knees shuffling along the bedding and her gentle swallow as she licks her puffy lips. When her hand comes up to rub across my stomach, I can almost hear her satisfied smile as she brushes against the dark hair that covers my chest and stomach.
“You are so hot,” she mumbles, lost in her own world of exploring my body.
I’ve always been a bigger guy. Ever since I hit puberty and grew up, my weight grew with me. If I don’t workout regularly, I could probably tip the scale into being overweight. A lifetime of self-discipline has forced me to stay active, to lift weights, and while I still have a thicker belly, the rest of my body is big enough to match that.
I won’t ever admit to being insecure. Unsure about myself. No one would ever know the thoughts that ping around in my head when I stare in the mirror.
But in this moment, with her, all those thoughts have disappeared because I feel like a king under her touch.
Her coconut scent gets stronger, and I can feel the air surrounding my face heat up as Annaliese climbs up my body. She plants a slow, sultry kiss on my lips, and it’s unlike any kiss I’ve had before. Not being able to see her, not knowing where her hands or body move until I feel that touch, is unlike anything I could have imagined. She lines herself up against me, sitting her naked pussy on top of my briefs, and my cock springs to life.
She grinds on me, the dampness that’s still between her legs soaking my briefs as she slowly swivels her hips. She takes her time to kiss me. Lazy kisses, her tongue swirling. Thank God my hands are free so I can wrap my arms around her. I hold her head in place so I can kiss her, really kiss her, and she lets me.
For a split second I think I’m going to come like this. With my briefs still on and Annaliese dry humping me. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit, honestly.
But then she pulls away, and the cool air hits my lips. My body misses her touch, and when she slips out of my grip I find my hands still lingering in the air, wishing she’d come back.
Soon I feel her moving down my body; her dainty fingertips dipping into the waistband of my briefs to tug them down my thick thighs. I lift my hips a little to help her. And when I’m completely naked and exposed, I reach down to stroke my cock.
She playfully slaps my hand away, and her grip takes over. I bring my hands up to settle behind my head, handing myself over to her.
She wraps her hand around my dick, applying some pressure and leisurely stroking up and down, up and down. My cock begs for her soft lips to wrap around me, and she must see the tortured expression on my face because she chuckles.
“Something you need, Colter?”
“I need you to stop being a little tease and suck my c—”
My words die out when she runs the tip of her tongue from the base of my dick to the tip, swirling around the bead of precum that I’m sure is already weeping from me.
A slew of curse words leave my lips because each movement is so unexpected, seemingly so sudden behind the darkness of my blindfold. I simply hand myself over to her, letting her control the moment, and it’s fitting, really.
She has complete and utter control over me. I’d give anything to her, hand her the world on a silver platter if it meant I could wake up to her smile every day. If I could feel this feeling, even once more in this lifetime, I’d die a happy man.
“Baby…” The word slips from my mouth, and I’m not sure if I had a plan to say anything else, or if I just wanted to call out to her to let her hear the vulnerability leaching into my words. Her movements pick up speed, and my body wants to chase that high. I can feel my back wanting to arch, to follow her mouth wherever it may move, but thankfully she doesn’t make me suffer.
Her fist picks up speed as it pumps, and I thrust into her mouth. She lets her free hand roam up my stomach, to my chest, feeling down to my sides, and ending on my thighs. Like she wants to soak it all in as much as I do.
I feel the pressure growing, and my balls draw up tight. “Baby,” I murmur again. “I'm gonna… ca–can I come in your mouth?” She moans as a response, the sound vibrating my dick, which is still deep in her mouth. I reach a hand down to firmly grip the back of her head, and she lets me fuck her face for one, two, three more pumps before my back arches and I come, spilling down her throat.
And like the strong-willed, beautiful woman she is, she doesn’t pull away until I’ve completely emptied myself and I’m panting as beads of sweat drip down my face.
She pulls away, and I can feel her moving up along the side of the bed to pull the tie from my head. When I blink away the dark spots and her halo of chestnut curls comes into view, there’s a mixture of pride and lust written all over her face.
“Come here, baby.” I reach for her, and she crawls over me, her mouth coming to land on mine as I move to find hers. We kiss in the dark room, bodies spent from our powerful orgasms. I move her to her back, climb on top of her, and continue to kiss her until I grow hard again. She reaches between us, stroking me a few times as I rifle for a condom in my bedside drawer.
We quickly slip it on and she lines me up, her body so ready for mine that I sink into her in one slow thrust. And when I’m fully seated, I feel it. Comfort. Security. The feeling of a home that I’ve been chasing my whole life.
***
A soft click of a door closing wakes me, and I peek one eye open, noticing Annaliese’s side of the bed is empty. I reach an arm out, swiping my hand over the still-warm sheets before propping myself up on my elbows.
The door to my en suite is open and the lights are off. I hear another noise from outside my bedroom door and I'm up, scrambling to find some sweatpants to toss on.
I skip the shirt, my mind already racing with the possibilities as to why she's up in the middle of the night.
She had a glass of champagne at the fundraiser, and now that I think of it, I was too distracted to notice if she ate dinner. That, plus our hours of extracurricular activities afterwards could mean her sugars are running low.
I sweep down the hall, noticing the spare room and bathroom doors are open, both dark. The lights are all off in the living room, and I stand in the center, looking around, using the moonlight to guide me. She's nowhere to be found.
She wouldn't have snuck out, there's no reason to. I'm about to call out her name when I see the flicker of a white tee in my walk-in refrigerator.
Relief washes over me followed by curiosity and another string of worries when I think as to why she's standing inside the fridge. I cross into the kitchen and reach for the door handle the same time she turns around.
She jumps with her hand flying to her chest. “My God, Colt, I thought you were sleeping. Holy shit, you scared me!”
I reach for her hand and pull her out of the unit, noticing a glass dish pressed against her chest.
“Are you feeling okay?” I run a hand along her forehead, pressing it to the side of her cheek. “Is your sugar low?” I reach a hand down to grab her watch, and notice it's not there.
“I'm okay,” she says, setting the dish on the counter next to us and taking both my hands in hers. “Feeling a little shaky, that's all. Just came out here for something to eat.”
I allow myself to exhale a little, knowing that it isn't an emergency right now. “That's good, baby.” I reach for the dish to pop it in the microwave when she stills me.
“What is this?” she asks, her hand drawing a border around the white square label that's now on every prepped meal in my house.
“This is a peach barbecue chicken breast with...” I bring the container closer to my face so I can read it. “With cauliflower.”
She cocks her head to the side. “I can read, Colt. But I'm asking what this is.” She ushers again to the white label, and I take both of her hands in mine.
“It’s exactly what it looks like, sweetheart.” I can't take away her diabetes, and since it's part of what had made her so strong, I wouldn't even want to. I can ask her questions and check her sugar levels until I'm blue in the face, but when I racked my brain for all the ways I could truly help her, this one stood out to me.
“I hired a diabetic nutritionist. My carb counting and nutrition skills are a little rusty, so I requested that she work with my chef to prepare meals for you. Each week they will make something for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a snack. The labels show you how many carbs, grams of protein, and fiber are in each serving. I was hoping if you were here and experienced a moment just like this, that it'd make the decision on what to eat easier for you.”
Tears line Annie's lower lids, and I reach my hand up to catch the first one with my thumb. “I told you, sweetheart, I'm here. Which means I'm here to help, to listen. I'll become whatever you need because I care about you. That means I want to be able to take care of you.”
She nods, choking back her remaining tears as she holds my hand to her face.
I lean in, planting a soft kiss to the center of her forehead before I take the dish and move to the microwave to heat it up. She sits on the counter with her bare legs swinging back and forth while I feed her forkfuls of chicken, stealing a few bites for myself. We eat in comfortable silence, which is something I've noticed comes easily with us.
I'm content to stare out the window, watching the clouds move across the chilly night sky as we take turns sharing the fork. When we're done and a little color has returned to her face, I help her slide off the counter.
I'm ready to lead her back to the bedroom when she grabs my arm.
“Dance with me? That was nice, earlier tonight.”
Her request is sincere, almost a little shy, and even though I don't consider myself a dancer by any means, fast or slow, I find myself leading her into the living room.
Within seconds, the softest metal song I can find plays and she throws her head back, laughing at my angry boy music once again. I pull her to me, nipping the side of her neck as she squeals.
She settles into my arms so easily, her head laying against my chest as I place my chin on top of her head. I wrap her in my arms and we sway for what feels like hours.
The songs change, each transition giving us another few minutes in our secret world together. I look over the top of her head to see the snow is falling in fat, pillowy flakes. The city will be covered in a soft dusting, a sure sign that winter is here and that Annaliese will be leaving soon.
An unfamiliar burning rises in my throat, and I clear it roughly, pulling her further into my arms. I won't let myself think about what I’m about to lose, not while she's still here with me. I tell myself I won't think about the fact that I've fallen for her and that she now consumes me in the best way.
I won't think about the fact that she's my home, my safe haven, because I don't want to think about what will happen the day she has to leave.