Chapter 41 #2
If nothing else, I'm helping her take this risk she used to dream of, years ago. Like I promised.
I come down to my new favorite place in the world, and drop another kiss on her. Pen's hands land on my ass, keeping me pressed against her.
"Finally." She bites my lip. "More."
I raise an eyebrow and kiss her cheek. Nibble on her earlobe. Speak softly to her ear.
"Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me out here. Quick. Before someone catches us."
I kiss the corner of her mouth, just as I cup one of her breasts with a hand.
I smile against her mouth. "Tsk, Penélope. Are you asking your husband to have his way with you in the open?"
"Yes. Bear. Please."
"Erase that word from your mouth." I stare down at her. "I can't stand hearing you asking like that."
I pull at the cup of her bra, until the puckered tip is free.
She's breathing fast, and her chest raises and falls with her need for oxygen.
I use two fingers to tease her, just hovering over her nipple, letting her own movements create the most subtle friction.
She gazes around, like needing to make sure we're alone, before her eyes lock on the little game.
It's only then that I roll the tip gently between thumb and forefinger, and she whimpers.
"Making you feel good isn't a damn favor," I grumble. "You will demand what you need from me."
She nods, her eyes closing from pleasure. She writhes under me, seeking more friction, driving me wild.
"Then fuck me, Bear. I need you more than— more of you."
I don't know if her arousal got her confused, or I'm the one confused, because that sounded like she thinks she needs me more than I need her. Except that's impossible. I need her endlessly.
A craving for her hollows me, pains me, showing me how readily I'd break for her. If it is about needing, I have her beat.
I get on my knees and undo the button of my shorts. She watches me with hunger in her eyes.
"More, you say?" I push the garment down, but not all the way.
"Hurry," she says.
It's time I show her what I'm willing to do.
I drop to her again. I crush my mouth to hers.
She pushes my shorts down with her hands and, when that's not enough, her feet help her.
Her efforts make me feel needed too, so I let her handle my clothing with the most basic of help.
Despite the work she's put in, I'm still in my underwear.
"I'm going to need your cock in me asap," she says.
I kiss her again. "I'm not strong enough to keep resisting you."
"Then don't." She rolls her hips under me. "Are you trying to make me desperate again?"
"Yes. Always."
She pushes me away, before taking my hand and placing it a smidge to the side of her breast. Right on top of her heart.
"Can you feel that?" she asks.
I can. The drumming under my palm takes my breath away.
"Yes." My answer comes out soft.
"You got what you wanted."
My heart mirrors her. It bangs against my breastbone, free to do as it pleases in a moment like this. It is out of its cell, demanding to be included.
I didn't see it happen.
"You're asking me for more." I gulp. "Meanwhile, I want to give you everything."
It's a confession. Further proof that what I worried about could happen any second.
She doesn't hear it for what it is.
"Give me everything," she says. "Here. Outside. Like I wanted. Just this time."
I kiss her jaw, make a path to her neck, then to her collarbones. In our recent explorations, I've learned this is one of the sweetest spots to kiss. Why, I have no idea, but I do it again anyway.
"Come on." She runs her fingers through my hair. "I'm not asking this time. I'm telling you. Free that dick and give it to me."
I kiss down her chest, the valley down the middle, and the top of her belly. One of her breasts is still covered in lace and, in my state, that seems unfair. I hook a finger on the edge of the cup and pull. This time, it's my mouth that plays with it.
She moans. "Leon Karlsen."
My name on her lips has me leaking precum.
She pulls at my hair until I'm locking eyes with her. "How dare you tell me to demand what I want, if you're not going to do it the moment the words leave my mouth?"
I smirk. Or I smile, I'm not sure. I like this much better than any pleading.
I raise an eyebrow. "How else am I supposed to make you desperate?"
Because I need her to feel wretched for me. I'm not sure why yet, but I know enough to acknowledge it.
"I'm making up for being sexually frustrated for weeks," she complains. "I'm ready to bite chunks out of you, if it's the only way I'll have you."
"You'll have me." I sit up, take off her underwear, and throw it to the side. "No need to get violent."
"Then take me." She opens her legs. "Right now. If you check, you'll find I'm not only ready. I'm aching."
I'm not touching her. She's not touching me. It's her words alone that have me grinding my teeth and moaning through it.
I take off my underwear. One hand lands by her breast on a cushion, the other pumps on my cock.
"I had planned for this to be more romantic," I grind out.
"Of course you did." She reaches between her legs and teases the head of my cock. "I don't need it."
My heart complains, but these are the lines. She's given them to me. I've agreed to them. They're crucial if I have any hope to make this work.
"Fuck, Pen."
It's a sweet mix of desire and pain.
I rub her clit with the head of my cock, wetting myself in her. Still, I don't enter her. I home myself between her labia, testing the placement once, dragging my length on her.
She whines. I lay on top of her, holding my weight on my elbows again. I kiss her, this time, because I need the comfort of it.
She digs her nails on my shoulders. "I can't wait anymore."
I'm torn. It makes me old-fashioned all over again, but things will change once I'm inside her. Why, I don't know. All I can do is do what I've always done, and make sure to minimize the way that affects Pen.
She wraps me with her legs. Her heels dig into my thighs. It's another demand. But I'm growing weak in my need for her.
"Do it," she says.
I enter her.
"Leon!"
She called me by my name. My heart is so loud I can hear its beat all over.
I'm not strong enough to resist my feelings anymore.