Chapter Nine
Adelaide
Today is the day. Poe is coming home. I can’t tell if I’m more excited or he is. He packed while we were on the phone last night so he wouldn’t waste time in the morning. His flight isn’t until ten, but he got to the airport at six, as if he could leave early.
I have a lot of pictures of Racer staring out windows at planes with its paws pressed against the glass. Every image he sends amps up my excitement. I’m not going to ask him to stop because I love how much he shows me that he can’t wait to see me.
I spend my day pacing around the shop and waiting for him to get here.
When the flight is delayed due to a storm, we both start cursing the weather and anything else we can think of.
With the way things end up, he’ll arrive after five, which is insane and appalling. If I thought calling the airline and pleading to let my man come home would work, I would.
I’m stuck moping long enough that Damon can’t stand it anymore and demands that I leave because I’m depressing him.
After a walk around to see if I can find anything to turn this day around for us, I stop in a kids’ party shop. It’s my favorite place for prank items. I buy a bottle of confetti to shower over Poe and call it good.
Then I go home and pace some more.
My heart is pounding. Every second feels like an eternity. I’m convinced that the plane is driving here instead of flying. After the non-stop communication, the sudden silence on his end is unnerving.
I’m crazy. If I ever had any doubts, then this would really bring that knowledge home to me.
Instead of pouting, I decide what I want to wear. Something that I should have had planned earlier, but didn’t think about in all my excitement.
I go with a sundress I haven’t worn in a long time. Something easy to tug off, because it is definitely coming off, whether he protests or not.
The other night has me determined to get the man in bed tonight. It’s going to happen. He’s not leaving until morning.
The downside is my thigh.
I hate that it’s even a thought. If I could be at ease with my shameful behavior, that would be nice. But I’m not that well-adjusted.
The scars are clearly visible, just waiting for someone to ask questions. I don’t want that distraction tonight of all nights. It’s seduction time, not heart-to-heart conversations that I don’t want to have any time soon.
I find a pair of thigh highs and call it good. The thick lace covers enough and looks good on me. Problem solved.
No underwear or bra, and I’m ready to get this job done.
Now I just have to wait.
When his knock comes, I’m out of the kitchen chair at a run and skidding to a halt. Thankfully, I stop before I hit the door and embarrass myself.
I open the door with way too much excitement, see it really is him in a brief glance, and pounce on him. The confetti bottle is forgotten as if it never existed.
I grab his shirt in both hands to pull him into a kiss. His surprise turns to intensity in an instant. His lips cling to mine, just as desperate as I am. With a quick move of his tongue, he enters my mouth, making me moan in relief.
He drops his bag to wrap an arm around me. When he starts moving forward, I step back without releasing my grip on his silky shirt.
“The door,” he says raggedly, and drops the plushy to use both arms to hold me. His hands slide across my back and grip the dress in two fists.
“I don’t want anyone seeing you like this. It’s for me.”
“Don’t care,” I moan and kiss him again.
He groans deep in his chest as I wrap my arms around his neck. I lift one leg to wrap around his, trying to get as close to him as I can. We stumble into the table, making me wince as my butt connects with wood.
“Hold that thought,” he gasps and hurries back to the door. He yanks the bag and plush over the threshold to slam the door shut. I’ve already whipped my dress off when he turns back to me.
“Jesus, Addie,” his eyes go wide as he takes me in with his intense stare.
“Hurry up! I’m done with the torture,” I demand with a scowl. He’s already seen everything, and I’m too horny to be embarrassed right now.
He stares for a brief second in shock and then starts stripping. I hop onto the table and spread my thighs in welcome. The sight of it makes him groan as if he’s in pain while he struggles with his zipper.
“Foreplay,” he pants, finally getting the zipper undone to reveal his boxer-clad erection. He’s so hard that the tip is peeking over the waistband.
“We’ve had that for days. Get over here,” I beg him.
“Condom,” he grits through his clenched teeth and yanks open his bag, pulling out a plastic bag that holds a box of condoms and the receipt. He rips the box open, spilling them across the floor, picks one up at random, and stands to stare again.
There’s a flush on his cheeks as his eyes wander over me, trying to take in every bit of me he can. When he’s finally naked in front of me, in the flesh, I reach for him.
He’s against me in a split second, his lips devouring mine, the condom tossed onto the table. My hands wander over his back and around to his chest and abs. He holds my butt in one hand and grips a breast in one rough move. He pinches my nipple until it’s standing tall and leans down to take it in his mouth.
The heated warmth is heady. My head falls back, and my fingers sift through his hair, holding him against me. He switches sides to give attention there, then drags his tongue along my breastbone. A gentle kiss gets placed on the blue rose.
“Better than I imagined,” he whispers shakily.
I reach for his erection, stroking him slowly as he shudders.
“Siren. Slow down,” he chokes out.
I tighten my grip so he’ll speed up. I’ve wanted him inside me for days. There’s no slowing down for me.
He grabs my wrist to stop me as I rain kisses all over every part of him I can reach.
“Please, Poe. I’ve missed you too much to back off now. I want everything,” I protest in frustration. “I want you . All of you.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes meet mine with the solemn question as if it’s a riddle. I’m too breathless from the punch to my chest to answer. I nod quickly and wrap my arms around him again.
He doesn’t say anything else, moving down my body until he’s on his knees between my thighs.
I watch his laser-focus move to my core, and the manners slowly slip away. Before I can brace myself, my ass is in his hands holding me still as he dives in.
My eyes roll up at the first forceful lick. His tongue flicks over my clit with unerring precision before his lips close over it to suck.
Just like the ice cream.
Watching it was hot. Feeling it sets me on fire.
My thighs tighten over his head, ankles locking over each other on his back. He doesn’t seem to notice or care. He’s busy lapping and sucking. His hands clench over my ass so hard I’m forced closer when there’s nowhere else to go.
That wicked tongue has me twitching with pleasure at the intensity. My fingers are in his hair, tugging as if I’m trying to pull him away while the rest of me struggles to get closer.
One of his hands moves away to join his thrusting tongue, adding another dimension to the pleasure.
I can’t say anything. My breath is choppy with unrestrained gasps and moans as I writhe. Nothing has ever felt this good. He adds another finger, making everything burn hotter.
“Poe,” I let out a sharp cry as I cum, my teeth clenched over the intensity of it.
I thought the orgasm I had before was a show-stopper. It was tepid water in comparison to this.
My legs loosen, going slack as a heady feeling of lethargy hits me.
He stands straight in a snap and shifts me to the very edge of the table. I fall back on my elbows weakly to give him a giddy smile as he rips open the condom and rolls it on.
“You ready to wear pink?” I tease as I catch my breath.
The dark look he gives me tells me he isn’t playing around. He grips his cock and gives it a few pumps as he licks his lips.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you until you can’t stand?” He returns through gritted teeth.
My eyes widen, the humor falling to the side. In its place, a type of hunger clenches my core. As if I didn’t have an amazing orgasm seconds ago.
“Prove it, yappy,” I finish, lying back and wrapping my thighs around his waist.
That’s all it takes for what little restraint he had left to snap. He grabs one knee to lift it higher and tilts my hips the barest inch to the side. His heat rubs along my folds, making the fire in me burn higher. It’s only a brief flash of touch against slick skin before he forges inside.
My back bows at the speed of his entrance. It takes him a few thrusts to get fully seated inside me, with me writhing in pleasure at the stretch of his entrance. The only thing holding me in place is his hand on my knee.
The first full thrust shakes through my body. The angle of my hip has exposed my clit to the slap of his skin against mine.
The sharp, wet pleasure that sinks into me fogs my brain. All I can concentrate on is where we meet. The slamming thrusts shake me like an earthquake, both inside and out. He’s long enough that he strikes the very end of me with every move. It stings at first before fading into a drugging kind of pain I’m begging for. The slick slide inside me has me just the right amount of full, just like he promised.
My nails dig into the table as I watch his body move over mine. The sweat that trickles down his chest as he pants. He’s watching my breasts bounce with every thrust.
“Fuck, my pussy feels good,” he breathes between harsh grunts. “I’m going to be inside you every chance I get.”
I nod in total agreement. I’d agree with anything as long as he doesn’t stop building that dizzying burn of pleasure inside me.
One hand moves to my breast, holding the mound steady as he plucks my nipple. A sharp sting of pain shoots through me and straight to my clit. My hips buck in reaction.
“That’s it. Take it. Make it yours,” his eyes go hazy as he watches my body twist to his tune.
The guttural words inspire me to lift myself up, knocking his tight hand off my knee. My legs wrap around his waist as my arms rise to grab him around his shoulders. His chest comes closer to mine, a sly grin twisting his lips up.
I use the awkward angle to slide on his length with a sinuous snap to my hips. I can’t get him all the way inside, a muted thrust that works over his cock without letting him go.
“Addie,” his body shudders as he groans.
“Poe,” I moan back. “You feel so good, cher . I missed you. Come home.”
He lets out a grunt, his lips twisting in a snarl as he grabs my hips and begins to pick up the pace. I can’t keep up.
He lifts me until he’s my only support, using his arms to slam me down onto him. All I can do is wiggle my hips and cry out every time I drop. My nails dig into his shoulders to keep myself steady as my head spins.
My body begins to tighten over him, an orgasm jumping higher for every thrust. I gasp and start spilling out all my secrets to him in a jumble of Cajun as I whine.
“Addie, siren,” he gasps, his fingers tightening over me. A shudder rolls down his spine, hard enough that I can feel it before he shouts my name.
We fall back onto the table as he cums, fighting to keep moving despite the knee-weakening pleasure.
My body accepts everything he has to give and clamps down to savor it. This orgasm locks my throat up as I strain to get more.
I’m holding him so tightly that we’re almost one person. His arms come up, one to cradle my head against his neck, the other to support my shoulders and get me even closer.
We’re a sweaty mess as we catch our breaths.
“Bed,” he mutters in a low grumble.
“Mm,” I make an unintelligible sound back, tightening my arms. This spot feels good enough to sleep in.
He lets out a weak laugh and leans up to see my face. My eyes meet his, a languid pulse moving through my heart at the affectionate look he gives me.
“No hard surfaces for sleeping, trash panda. Up we go.”
I pout as he pulls away from me. He has all the energy in the world as he straightens to look me over.
He nods to himself with the slightest smirk. Probably patting himself on the back for a job well done. I’d be pissed if I wasn’t so blissful and weak.
He discards the condom and grabs more from the floor.
“Come on,” he mutters and lifts me into a bridal carry.
The move makes me blink back into awareness as he moves through the apartment. He even flips the light off as he goes.
“You’ve been here once ,” I mumble accusingly.
“And memorized it all so I could imagine fucking you on every surface,” he agrees with a smile. “Too bad you slept through it.”
“Bold man,” I scoff softly.
“Your man,” he rejoins and carefully sets me on the bed.
Thank God I found places for all the plushies.
He moves into the bathroom for a second and comes back in a hurry.
“Are you comfortable?”
I give him a hum that’s supposed to be a yes, and his return chuckle is slightly breathless.
Poe slides under the messy sheets and flings them away from us. I’m hot enough that I agree with the move.
I automatically shift onto my side, ready to snuggle up with a pillow and catch a nap.
After a few seconds, Poe follows me, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“What are you doing, siren?” He asks with a light laugh.
“Nap,” I mutter back.
“You think so?”
I don’t trust the darkly smug sound of that voice right in my ear. My irritation takes a backseat when his palm smooths over my stomach to trail down.
“Again?” I ask, my eyes popping open in surprise.
There’s no way he can be hard again, not after all of that. We aren’t teens.
“I think you underestimate how much I’ve needed you. I told you my imagination is my worst enemy. I’ve been looking at the pictures of your place and making plans for days. Table. Kitchen counter. Couch. This bed. In my head they all have you in them, spread out and begging me to fuck you. To own this pussy because it’s mine. You’re mine. Because you don’t feel complete without me.”
His fingers dip inside me to slowly press in and out as my breath catches. Him and his damn perfect words. The gentleness of his movements almost isn’t enough. It surprises me that my body is all for this while my brain is insisting on sleep.
His body lines up with mine, pressing his erection against my cheeks.
“Poe?” The disbelief in my tone makes him chuckle.
“Shh. Get your nap, siren. I’ll find something else to do.”
He shifts down in the bed and raises my leg over his. The angle is perfect for him to slide right inside.
My body jolts, not ready for a second round after the harsh treatment from a minute ago.
He moans, kissing along my shoulder. His hips move in a languid, slow way that eases his penetration into a tease. Gently teasing sore flesh into warming for him. His fingers play at my entrance with gentle caresses that feel like an entirely different man.
I groan, unwillingly shifting to give him more access.
“I’ve imagined taking your ass when I bend you over the back of the couch. Taking you raw. Filling you up with cum to prove you’re mine.”
“You brought condoms,” I mutter back, his movements drugging me as much as his words.
“I can keep pretending I have manners,” he laughs darkly. “Until you’re begging me to fill you up. I won’t stop until you do.”
“I’m on the pill,” I taunt him with a wiggle of my hips. “I’m clean.”
The next thrust is harder before he pauses.
“Me, too. You have to say it, siren.”
I pretend to debate it, but his imagination has infected mine.
“Take it off,” I whisper in a barely there breath of sound.
He’s gone and back in seconds, slowly pressing inside me with a deep groan. I’ve never done this. I can already tell I’m going to get addicted.
His heat has intensified inside me. His entrance is smoother, as if this is how it’s supposed to be, and the barrier was a lie between us.
“Addie,” his voice comes out weak with pleasure, making me moan. “I’m so damn sensitive. This almost feels like too much. Too good. Are you ok?”
I nod weakly, lying still for his sultry seduction.
“Good,” his teeth nip at my shoulder. His lips trail up to my ear, forcing me to hear the way his breathing is slowly speeding up. Getting rougher. His other arm slides under my neck to pull me back into his chest. It forces the angle to change, making him choke.
“Right there,” he rasps, still barely churning his hips. I can feel him getting harder. The head is rubbing against my inner walls in a steady rhythm, teasing a bundle of nerves into wakefulness again.
I grab a handful of his hair and moan.
“Me too,” he groans in my ear. “You’re going to take me all night, siren. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more. Look what you started.”
“No regrets,” I gasp as he tweaks my clit.
He rubs across that pearl of nerves in a soft press that has my hips shifting. I can feel myself getting wetter as he moves.
“Yes,” he hisses. “I can feel it. So fucking good. That’s it. Welcome me home.”
I whimper as a sluggish orgasm begins to build. One that starts in my womb and tightens my stomach. I press my ass back against him, suddenly desperate for more. I’m so wet that his fingers glide over me easily.
I cum with gasping breaths. My hands have the sheets fisted so tightly that I could pull them off the bed.
His thrusts stutter as he joins me, kissing along my throat with deep groans of relief.
It’s that way all night.
Poe carefully cleaning me up with soft kisses along my stomach. Muttering about how long he’s wanted this. Needed me. The gentlest of confessions torn out of him with every rough coupling.
His perfect words are binding me to him as much as his body is.
Waking up to the feel of him inside me becomes a natural progression. If he isn’t, I roll over and wake him up to do it all over again.
Every single time, we meet each other with the same passion. Fierce or gentle, it doesn’t matter. We’re complete every time he’s inside me.