Chapter 33 Forever and For Real
FOREVER AND FOR REAL
brIGGS
Idon’t think the little lunatic has the slightest clue what her little nighties do to me.
What they’ve been doing to me these last few nights.
Every night it’s the same thing. She gets dressed in the bathroom before racing to the bed.
She can’t race quick enough to get under the covers, where she thinks I’m not seeing her long, toned legs poking out of the little lace hemmed nighties.
The woman has more than her fair share of nighties. I’ve seen the pile in her drawer, most silk. Though she has been careful to wear her more modest ones while sharing my bed.
Modest or no, the image of her is burned onto the back of my retinas. It’ll remain there for the rest of my God given days, no doubt.
Tonight’s nighty is a pink so soft one could mistake it for white. It’s also fairly translucent, though I’m not sure she knows that.
I set the temperature of the shower, needing release before I climb into the bed I share with the woman—my soon to be wife—who doesn’t want to fuck me.
A woman I promised I wouldn’t touch until she asked me to touch her.
I want her to ask. I want her to beg and plead.
“Christ,” I breathe.
My balls are hot and heavy, my length so hard it pulses with every beat of my heart.
I’ve never ached to be inside a woman the way I ache to be inside Lilah.
Never wanted to bury my face in her hair, my lips in her throat.
Never wanted to lose all sense of the world around me as I lose myself inside her.
I don’t understand how she’s the woman to finally do this to me. How she’s the one to finally and completely command all the emotions I don’t want to feel.
I step into the shower as I imagine her in my bed in that nighty. The outline of her curves seared into my mind when I close my eyes, running my hand down my shaft. Her breasts are swollen and heavy, her hips flared into the slope of thick thighs and a killer waist.
I lean my head back as I hiss between my teeth, imagining what it might be like to part those thighs. To taste her. To hear her scream.
I explode fast and hard, biting back a curse.
It’s not enough, but the edge is curbed. For now.
I wash, brush my teeth and slide into a pair of boxers. It’s weird to sleep in clothes, but I’m realizing there’s not a whole lot I won’t do for the little woman in my bed. The tiny lunatic I’m steadily realizing has stolen my heart.
Now I just have to find a way to ensure that I steal hers in return. Fair play and all that.
I step past Senior, already asleep on his bed. Lilah turns to face me as I pull back the blankets beside her.
“Do you think we can sleep with the patio doors open?”
I feel my lips quirk. “You waiting for the storm?”
She nods into her pillow, looking cute as sin. When I first arrived, I’d thought the patio off the master bedroom was silly. Now, I think it’s brilliant.
Pivoting, I push open the curtains and pull open the French doors.
A gust of wet heat spills into the room.
The scent of rain is stronger now than it had been when we’d been sitting on the back deck.
Lightning arcs in the sky now, too. A crack of thunder echoes in the room, ricocheting off the walls.
Lilah falls back against her pillow, loosing a sigh that I feel in my dick.
But it’s when she stretches her hands over her head, her breasts pushing against the pale fabric of her nighty and a flash of lightning illuminates her that I know it’s going to be a fucking brutal night.
“I love storms.” Her voice is husky and thick with sleep and fascination as her eyes fix on the sky beyond the open doors.
A grunted “Mmm” is all I can manage as I lower into the bed beside her. I’m rock hard again, aching with need just as strong as before my shower.
My phone chimes with an alert letting me know Mom has returned home. Senior stands beside his bed, giving a low whoof. I’m sure Spook, who hurried to curl up in Senior’s bed is still curled up without a care.
“It’s okay, boy. It’s just grandma,” Lilah coos, and the sound of her calling my mom grandma in any capacity at all has an image of her holding my child in her arms.
I wonder what she’d look like pregnant. Beautiful, no doubt.
Another crack of thunder rattles the house as I shove my hands into my hair. I pray she doesn’t notice the bulge under the covers.
Lilah settles back in the bed beside me when Senior lays back down at the foot. Only this time, she’s on her side facing me. Her scent is strong. It’s like fresh cut blooms live under her skin. A goddess of the earth sent to tempt me.
She says in that husky voice, “I love that your room has a deck with those big doors. And that it’s high enough you don’t have to worry about sleeping with them open.”
I love that she smells like life. I manage a gruff, “Yeah.”
Another flash of lightning illuminates her. She looks like temptation.
A crack of thunder shatters whatever was holding the rain back. Heavy drops pound down to play an enchanting song of seduction. Clearly, Lilah is swayed by it, because she calls, “Briggs?”
“Yeah?” I croak again. If I look at her, I’ll crack. I’ll kiss her.
“Will you kiss me? Just once?” She sounds so unsure when she adds, “Please.”
“Hell, Lilah.” I drag my hands from my hair down my face. “I’m trying to keep control of myself, here.”
“I’m sorry.” Her words are so small, her voice sounds so broken, I do look at her this time. I do it just in time for a flash of lightning to ignite the hurt that’s taken over her pretty face.
It’s like a knife to the gut, spilling my insides at her feet.
“Fuck it,” I growl, knifing up and to the side. My hand curls around the side of her face as I take her mouth in the kiss she asked for. Her pulse slams under my palm. I’m not sure if it’s intent or surprise, but her mouth parts for mine and I take it, exploring deeply with my tongue.
She tastes sweet. Mint with a hint of wine. Clean and mine.
Her hands sink into my hair, nails nipping into my scalp before she drags them gently down my back. A violent shiver snakes down my spine as I shove my knee between her legs, lifting my body over hers.
In the back of my mind, I know it’s too far. I’m taking too much, and yet when she doesn’t stop me, doesn’t shove away or tell me to stop, I sink down over her—into the warmth of her. I’ve never hated a piece of fabric more than the fabric that separates us now.
I kiss her deeper, harder, breathing into her even as I swallow the panted breath she breathes.
“Briggs,” she moans. I swallow that too, letting the spill of my name wrapped up in desire weave a stranglehold around my very soul.
“Please don’t tell me to stop, Lilah.” I never expected I’d be the one to beg. “Please.”
“Don’t stop.” She turns her face into my temple as I dip in to suck at her throat. Even her skin tastes sweet. She rasps, “Oh, God, please don’t stop.”
I rumble a growl I couldn’t hope to contain against that tender place behind her ear. I can feel the warmth of her breath spill over my temple before I’m taking her mouth again in a kiss that some might call violent. I just call it hungry.
I grind my cock into the wet warmth of her, wishing I could drill through the fabric that separates us as I kiss her harder, deeper. Devouring moans and murmured pleas and whimpers that brand me.
Her hands run over my shoulders and chest, down to the band of my boxers. She whimpers, “Please.”
I don’t have it in me to deny her as I shift my hips, letting her push at the fabric. She fumbles and looses a sound of adorable frustration against my lips. I break the kiss to lean back, taking her in for the first time since I kissed her.
She’s flushed and beautiful, breathing hard. Beneath her nighty, I can see the pointed tips of her nipples. Her belly rises and falls with every deep sharp breath, and her legs are spread for the width of my body between.
“We can still stop, Lilah.”
Her brows come together, swollen lips parting. “Do you want to stop?”
“Do I look like I want to stop?”
Her eyes drop down my body to the bulge behind my boxers. She sucks in her bottom lip on a hitched breath and shakes her head. Her voice is small and soft when she murmurs, “No.”
“I don’t want to do something you’ll regret in the morning. I don’t want to take something from you that you don’t want to give me.”
Her frown smooths before she pushes up to sit. I’m still kneeling between her legs as she reaches for the hem of her nighty. She pulls it over her head in one swift move, baring her to me almost completely aside from the pale scrap of fabric that is her panties.
“Fucking exquisite,” I groan. Maybe I breathe. Maybe I don’t even speak at all.
She throws her arm around my shoulders to slam her lips into mine in a kiss that shatters the remains of my restraint.
I hook my arm around the small of her back, lifting her up and into my lap.
She responds instantly by wrapping her legs around me, rolling her hips into my length as she presses her naked chest to mine.
The thunder of her heartbeat riots with the roar of the storm until all I feel around me and inside me is her. The sticky honey of her sweet web and those prickly little thorns she’s imbedded into all of me.
She rolls her hips again, seeking for the same relief my own body begs for. My hand sinks into her hair, fingers knotting into the waves that spill down her back as I tug gently, exposing the length of her neck to my lips, the grazing of my teeth.
I suck one breast into my mouth, savouring the spill of her sharp sigh before I move to the other. She’s so wet, she’s soaked through the fabric of her panties, through my boxers to wet the tip of my throbbing dick.
She moans my name, “Briggs.”
I slide her nipple between my teeth. She shudders in my arms.
I taunt, “What do you need, Lilah?”
“Mmm you,” she pants. “Please. Please, please.”
She’s rocking her hips faster over me now, seeking relief. Release.
I don’t need her to ask me twice. Pushing my hand between our bodies, I shove my boxers down to free my length.
Then I shove her panties to the side and line myself up to her entrance.
Her thighs quiver around me as I pull her hips down over my length, watching the way her face changes as I fill her for the first time. But it won’t be the last time.
Her lips part and her eyes widen as I stretch her, filling her inch by inch. “Oh. Oh, God.” She pants. “Briggs it’s—big.”
“Yeah, baby.” I press my lips to hers, soothing her as I shift her hips off, giving her relief before I pull her back down further.
She’s so wet. So hot.
I sink deeper and deeper, thrusting up as she widens her legs around me. I root myself deep, holding her to me as she cries out into my shoulder. I stay there unmoving as her body adjusts to the invasion of mine.
I feel the moment it happens. The moment pain turns into pleasure. I let her ride it, let her hips take a choppy rhythm as I grip her hips.
But when her lips search for and find mine, something inside me snaps.
I kiss her hard as I thrust up into her, pinning her hips in place with my hands. I swallow the sound of her cries as I invade again and again, rooting deep over and over. I want to be deeper than any before me. I want to burn the memory of them from her with the scorch of my touch.
I want to make her come apart. I want to feel her shatter around me so I can reconstruct all the pieces with fragments of me stitched in.
I don’t know if it’s obsession or love, but I ache to fuse myself to this woman so completely that she doesn’t want this to be over. Not in a year. Not in ten years.
I want her forever and for real.
I push my hand between us again as she continues to ride my thrusts, her forehead pressed to mine, breaths mingling with mine.
I find her clit with the pad of my thumb, rolling the button of it until I feel her thighs tremble, her insides quake.
I quicken my thrusts. Every inch of her tightens. Trembles.
She shatters and I root myself deep, spilling hot seed inside her as I clutch her to me.
We come down from the high together and I feel a moment of fear that she’s going to pull away. That I’ll see regret in her eyes.
Then her lips skate over mine in a kiss sweeter than honey. It’s featherlight, but nothing has ever touched my soul so deeply, so thoroughly as this kiss.
I grow hard inside her, surprising myself.
Her hitched breath of shock only makes me smile. She breathes, “Already?”
“I’m not even close to done with you.” I lay her back on the bed, slipping from inside her. Then I peel her panties down her legs as another crack of thunder claps through the strike of lightning in the sky.
Then I line my tip with her entrance where my seed spills, shoving it back inside her as I take her again. And again.