Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE
My bedroom was completely dark. The only source of light came from through the windows. The silver moon hung high in the air, and thousands of tiny city lights glowed. Despite the shadows, I could still make out Robert’s intense expression.
I parted my lips, but before I could say anything, he walked over to me and pushed me back until I hit the edge of the bed. I fell onto it, so I was sitting on it, my legs hanging over the edge. He leaned down and kissed me.
It was gentle at first. He tasted slightly of toothpaste, and when he deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing mine, I let out a soft moan. His fingers tangled in my hair, which sent sent tingles of pleasure and heat through my body. I gripped his bicep, digging my fingernails into the curve of his muscle. When he angled his head, his stubble scraped my chin, and I let out a gasp.
Robert pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. “Does it hurt?” His brows were furrowed with concern.
I shook my head quickly, and reached for his jaw with my hand, caressing the stubble. “No. I like it.” I leaned forward to kiss him again. “I like how rough it feels. I’ve been imagining it forever,” I said against his lips.
His jaw tensed for a moment, and then he was kissing me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth, leaving me breathless. His hands ran up and down my sides, before grabbing the front of my robe. “This fucking robe,” he said.
My breath hitched. I don’t think I’d ever heard him curse, and it was hot as hell.
In one swift motion, he untied the robe, and it fell open, exposing the sheer dress I wore underneath. He touched the soft silk of the dress, his breathing slowing down. “This dress drives me crazy. Ever since I saw a peek of it…”
“Yeah?” My voice was embarrassingly high.
“Every time I saw you walk around with the robe on, I wanted to pull it off. See this dress properly.” One of his big hands grazed over my breasts, his thumb brushing over my nipples, the stiff peaks glaringly obvious through the thin material of my dress. “The night I slept in your room…you took the robe off just before turning the lamp off. I couldn’t sleep after that. I couldn’t stop thinking about you in this.”
I thought of how his voice had gone rough as we said goodnight. I hadn’t thought anything of it. To find out that this whole time…
“Take it off,” I said, covering his hand with my own.
“No.” He gave me a dirty smile. “It’s too pretty on you.”
I was about to argue — all I wanted was skin on skin, and I needed it now — when he grabbed the neckline of the dress and tugged it down, the silk stretching as he exposed my breasts. The gentle blow of air hitting my bare skin made my nipples even stiffer. “Oh fuck,” he said, taking a step back. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the outline of his sizeable erection through his pants.
I wanted to ask him to take his clothes off, but before I could, he pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making me moan. “These are perfect,” he murmured. “The prettiest shade of pink.”
“M-more,” I managed. “I need more —”
My words were cut off with a gasp as he lowered his head to the lick the other nipple, his tongue impossibly warm and soft. Heat pooled between my thighs, and I could feel my core pulsing. I needed him inside me. I wanted it so bad.
I took his hand, pulling it away from where it played with my nipple and drew it down to the hem of my dress. Robert didn’t hesitate. He shoved his hand up under my dress, and when his fingers brushed my panties, he groaned against my breast.
With experienced fingers, he pulled my underwear off and gently touched me in my most private spot.
“Fuck, you’re already wet.” He slid a finger up and down the drenched slit, then caressed my clit. My entire body went taut as he drew gentle circles around it, and I couldn’t help the moans escaping me.
He leaned down, crashing his lips against mine, muffling my gasps of pleasure.
I grabbed at his back, digging my nails into his back, probably scratching him a little. I didn’t care. I just wanted more. All of my patience, all of my self-control, had gone out the window.
He broke the kiss to my dismay, but quickly made up for it by kissing a line down my jaw and then burrowing his face in my neck. I’d never thought of my neck as particularly sensitive, but the way he kissed and sucked at the soft skin made me feel like I was on the verge of orgasm. Soon I was writhing beneath him, moving my hips as I tried to get him to touch me more.
“Uh,” I gasped, my chest rising and falling as he caressed my pussy. “It feels so…so good.” I reached for him, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “I want to see you.”
“If I take my clothes off, it means I have to stop touching you.” He pressed his thumb against my clit, as if to emphasise his point.
My body jolted, but I didn’t let myself get distracted. “Please,” I begged. “I have to see you. I need to see your body.”
He let out a low laugh, but did as I asked. As soon as his fingers left my body, I missed them, but my attention was quickly drawn away as Robert placed his fingers into his mouth. Oh, shit. He was tasting me, licking his fingers clean.
Afterwards, he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion, exposing his perfect body, firm muscles and tight abs. The silver moonlight made him look like a statue of a greek god. He shucked off his pants too, revealing strong legs dusted lightly with brown hair. My eyes caught on his boxers. He was so hard, his cock was pushing against the fabric, needing to get out.
I reached out my hands, needing to touch that hot, thick length, but he pushed me back. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“But,” I said, trying not to whine, “I want to taste you.”
His eyes fluttered shut as he groaned. But he seemed to regain control of himself, and shook his head. “Nope. The first time I slide inside you, it’ll be in your tight little pussy.”
Jesus fuck, his mouth was filthy.
Before I could manage a response, he knelt on the edge of the bed, grabbed my legs, and spread them wide. For a second, I felt a burst of embarrassment at how exposed I was. But the room was dark, and besides, Robert was staring at me like he was starving, and I was a delicious dessert.
He started playing with my pussy again, deft fingers teasing my entrance. “You’re sopping wet, you know that, right?”
“It’s because of you,” I whimpered. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
He plunged a single finger inside of me, and instinctively, I clenched around it. “God. I can’t wait to feel you squeeze around me, just like this.”
I gasped as he pushed another finger inside of me, but it didn’t hurt at all. I was more than warmed up. In fact, I was growing impatient. When he curled his fingers, stimulating my G-spot, it felt good, but all I could think about was how much better it would be with his thick cock inside of me.
“I can’t wait any more.” My voice was high and unsteady. “I need you inside me already. Robert, please.”
His gaze met mine, so dark and intense, it made me shiver. “Anything for you, Angel,” he murmured.
Angel .
My pleasure must’ve been clear on my face, because with his free hand, he stroked my hair. “Yeah? You like it when I call you that?”
I nodded eagerly. “I love it,” I admitted, the words spilling from my lips without a second thought. “I love it when you compliment me. When you praise me.”
“I’ll give you everything you want,” he said, pulling his fingers out of me. “I’ll fuck you the way you deserve, Brooke.” He grabbed a nearby pillow. “Hips up.”
Something about his voice exuded authority, and I obeyed without a second thought. He pushed the pillow underneath my ass, shoved my pajama dress up, so the hem was gathered around my waist, then crawled on the bed, so both of his knees were on the mattress.
His cock brushed my inner thigh, and I almost jumped. Everything I wanted was just in reach.
“Condom?” he murmured.
“Top drawer,” I said, flinging a hand in the direction of my nightstand.
Waiting for him to find a condom was excruciating. While I waited, I spread my legs an inch wider, and Robert’s jaw tightened. Once he’d rolled the condom on, he gripped his rigid cock at the base and moved forward, slotting himself between my thighs. The flushed pink head glided through my folds, teasing my entrance and rubbing my clit. He got his cock lubed up with my wetness, and the wet noises would’ve made me blush in any other circumstance, but right then, it only made me more horny.
My toes curled. I wanted him inside me already. I could feel my pussy aching for it, deep inside.
I needed him. I needed it, I needed it, I needed it —
“Robert,” I gritted out. “Hurry up already.”
He gave me a dangerous smile, eyes dark and glittering like onyx. Then he sank inside of me in one swift motion, pushing in deeper inch by inch until he was completely buried in me.
For a second, I forgot to breathe. There was a bit of a stretch, but it wasn’t painful. In fact, I liked the sensation. I felt filled up.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
Slowly, he started to move, pulling out then pushing back inside. His brow was furrowed, like he was concentrating hard, but pleasure was clear all over his face.
Soon he was thrusting into me deeper and harder, causing my entire body to tense. “Oh,” I gasped. He was hitting the perfect angle, pounding my G-spot with every thrust.
How many times had I had mediocre sex? There’d been times where I’d just lain there, bored out of my mind. But Robert was clearly an expert. He knew just how to move to give me the most pleasure.
I knew, in that moment, he was the best I ever had.
Maybe it was all his years of extra experience.
“God, don’t stop,” I managed. “Just like that. Just… like… that.” It was hard to talk, not when all I could focus on was him on top of me, and the way his cock slammed into me.
Robert placed his hand on the mattress next to my head, giving himself more leverage to drive into me harder. His other hand grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed it. It fit into his hand perfectly.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. “So fucking beautiful.”
“R-Robert,” I said. “I think I’m going to…to…”
“Going to come for me, Angel?” he asked. “Do it. Let me feel you quiver around my cock.”
I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, dragging him down to crash my lips against his. My breathing quickened along with my heartbeat, adrenaline and pleasure melding together. He pushed his tongue into my mouth as he snapped his hips, making me moan, and that’s when I cracked.
The orgasm hit me with overwhelming intensity, starting deep inside and exploding outward. I dug my nails into the back of his shoulders, trembling as wave after wave of pure bliss crashed down on me.
Robert managed a few more thrusts before spilling inside of me with a muffled groan. He kissed my shoulder, then my jaw, catching his breath as we both came down from the euphoric high.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured, lying down beside me.
I sucked in deep breaths, still feeling my heart rattle in my chest. “It was all you,” I said. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
He smiled, brushing a stray hair out of my face. “I’m glad. I was a little worried, since it’s been so long.”
I rolled over to face him properly. “How long?”
“Since my divorce.”
“What?” I asked, my jaw dropping. I wasn’t sure exactly when he’d gotten divorce, but it had to be at least several years ago. “Why not?” I asked. “You’re hot as hell. You could’ve gotten laid any time you wanted.”
He let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I suppose I wasn’t really interested. At least, not until you.” He paused. “I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I thought you were gorgeous since the moment I stepped into your office.”
I took his hand. “What’s wrong with admitting that?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Because I then proceeded to live with you. I don’t want you to think I moved in just because I wanted to get into your pants. Actually, I tried to hide how much I was attracted to you. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, by acting like some sort of creep.”
I shook my head. “You didn’t. Not at all. Actually, I tried to hide my feelings too,” I admitted. “I think you’re so handsome. I’ve thought that since the second you stepped into my office. Sure, you looked a bit disheveled, but — ”
He laughed. “Way to humble me.”
“— but you were so tall,” I finished, and cupped his jaw. “You have such nice shoulders. Your stubble, your hair. Your eyes. And that smile. I love your smile.”
He was always laughing or grinning. It was impressive, actually, when I knew his life wasn’t easy. In a few short weeks, he’d turned my home from a cold, lonely place, into something warm and filled with laughter.
He kissed me, and I kissed him back, feeling absolutely content. I’d just had amazing sex, and now I was in the arms of a gorgeous, wonderful man.
Life felt perfect.