19. Leif
19
It’s not lost on me that every time I’m knocking on this door, peace takes root in my chest.
I thought it was the smell of salt in the air. The crash of waves in the distance. But it’s none of those things. It’s the second I recognise the presence of the woman through the glass windows of the door.
The balance of chaos and calm swirling in her hazel eyes. Those wayward blonde strands and her luscious curves that I know are going to be warm and smooth as I guide my hands over every bare inch.
I watch her pin her bottom lip under her teeth, and she gently twists the door handle, squinting one eye as if that will make it open quieter.
The second the door unlatches, I’m on her. Sliding my hands around her hips and down to cup the full cheeks of her delectable arse. I pull her up against me and devour her lips.
She’s grinding against me in an instant, as if it’s a thought she doesn’t consciously make. Her body just knows what to do when we’re in each other’s clutches.
I walk us down the hallway to her bedroom. At this point, I can do it with my damn eyes closed.
“Don’t slam the door. Lex is home,” she whispers against my lips.
Her friend works odd hours. I often pass her coming home in the early morning as I’m sneaking out, but this is the first time she’s told me to be quiet.
“Bombshell, you think you have it in you to be quiet?”
She grants me a wicked grin. “You know I’m always up for a challenge.”
“Mmm, I’m looking forward to testing that confidence.”
“Do your worst, Lover Boy.”
I pull her tank top over her head one-handed, exposing her pierced nipples.
Turning to sit on the bed, I hold her in my lap while I suck one rosy-pink bud and pinch the other with my thumb and forefinger.
She hums in delight and gently rocks her hips over me.
Her nails run through my hair, holding my head to her chest, and I groan, shifting to lick and suck at her other breast.
Both my hands grip at her hips, encouraging her movements, pushing her further down on me. I know hitting that clit ring makes her go off like a rocket. When she grinds it against me I feel the same way.
There’s only the thin cotton of her sleep shorts and my sweats that separate us.
I was half hard just driving over here, but with her lithe body rolling within my grasp, her smooth skin like velvet under my palms, I’m all the way there now.
My mouth continues to bite and suck at her tits, playing with the barbells. I’ve never been with a woman with piercings. The way they enhance her pleasure and make her squirm and moan. It feels as though liquid fire is running through my veins. I could finish just hearing the way her breath hitches more when I play with her accessories. They make her so responsive to my touch, but I’m selfishly hoping it has more to do with me.
“Are you going to tell me your name tonight, Bombshell?”
“You said it. I’m your Bombshell.” My heart stutters over the way she says she’s mine, but it’s short-lived when my mind manages to drag over the fact that she still won’t tell me her name.
We’ve been at this for weeks, and still, she holds me just outside of that circle. I’m right up against the wall, as close as I can get to her without being let all the way in.
“Come on.” I smile, daring her to give in. I wrap my teeth around one of the barbells and gently tug before releasing her and leaving a kiss against her skin. “Tell me your name.”
She halts above my lap, fingers still digging into my hair. She pulls on the strands, forcing my head to tip back, locked in the command of her golden eyes.
“I can do this on my own if you’re more interested in chitchat.”
I blow out a breath. “Fine.” I’ll let it go. For now . “What’s the wildest thing you’ve done on a date?” I ask instead.
“I’ve never been on one,” she answers without a moment’s thought. “Now, can you be naked?” She groans, but I’m stuck on her answer. She’s never been on a date? What kind of men has this woman been wasting time with?
I quickly push away the thought because I don’t want to think about her with other men. And I’ll show her why none of them matter anyway. I’ll show her what it is she’s been missing. Me.
I don’t say a word as I lift my hips to pull my sweats down, earning a gasp.
“Did you come here commando?”
“Why waste time with underwear? You only want me when I’m naked.” I tease and lick a long path from her collarbone up her neck and suck on the skin behind her ear. She writhes in my lap in response.
“Not true. You can keep your clothes on when you fuck me. I just prefer it when we’re naked.”
I stand up, keeping her locked around me, and slap her arse. A little squeal escapes her as I turn us around and drop her to the bed.
I yank her shorts off and see her bare little pussy glistening.
“Such a smartarse,” I say before swiping my tongue hard up her core and flicking at the ring on her clit. “Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson.”
I watch as her eyes flare and her throat bobs. Moving over to her bedside table, I reach in for a condom, lube and the hot pink vibrator I spied last time I was here. I walk back to the end of the bed, grabbing hold of her ankles and yanking her until her arse is perched on the edge of the mattress.
“Tell me, Bombshell,” I say, opening the lube and squeezing some onto my fingers, “has anyone ever fucked you here?” I bring my middle and forefinger behind her, teasing at her arsehole. She gasps and closes her eyes before nodding.
“Did you like it?” I whisper, adding my thumb to stroke at her pussy while my fingers continue to stretch out her arse.
She murmurs her agreement, and I take that as an invitation to push my fingers all the way into each hole. Her mouth drops, her eyes stare wide up at me.
“Have you ever had both your greedy little holes filled at the same time?” She shakes her head and looks both unsure and positively thrilled at the prospect.
“Remember your rules, baby.” I remove my fingers to grab the condom and cover myself, coating my dick and the vibrator in a healthy amount of lube. “Gotta be quiet.”
“Oh, fuck,” she says as she rests her head back against the bed.
I switch on the vibrator, running through the settings until I find one I like, a few short bursts followed by a long drawn-out one.
I stand between her legs, holding them wide as I guide my dick into her arse with slow, shallow thrusts as she relaxes, whimpering as she watches me enter her.
Her tight arse grips me to the point my eyes roll back in my head and I’m doubting my ability to last long enough that this will be good for her. I’m ready to blow my load now.
I’m normally so good at making sure she finishes a few times before I do, but the woman makes me lose my damn mind most of the time.
When I’m buried to the hilt, she lets her head drop with a relieved sigh.
“Just getting started, Bombshell.”
She bites her lip and brings her fingers up to pinch at her nipples, where her chest is heaving out of control.
“Fuck, you’re so stunning, baby.” I keep thrusting slowly, loving how she chokes my cock as I bring the buzzing vibrator to tease over her clit and pussy a few times, transfixed by the sight of her hips rotating to chase the sensation.
“Ready to eat your words?” I tease, and she looks at me with a furrowed brow while I grin like a devil.
I pull out the tip of my cock so I’m hovering at her back entrance and hold the vibrator at her pussy and then in one quick motion, I’m thrusting into her arse while the toy dives into her pussy and I let go of my restraint and fuck both her holes with frenzied speed.
I keep my dick and the toy moving in unison while my girl breathes through high-pitched whines.
“Oh my god.” She whimpers and moves her hands to grip behind her knees, holding herself open to me.
“Good girl, keep yourself spread open for me.” I break out in a sweat as I hold the pace, fucking into her like it’s my life’s mission.
Our restrained groans fill the room as we attempt to rein in the sounds that are normally unleashed in here. It seems to heighten the sensations, knowing we need to be quieter than normal. I feel my balls drawing up, ready to unload in her, but not like this.
My body hums with urgent need.
I pull out of her and rip off the condom. Keeping one hand working the vibrator in and out of her pussy, I start jerking myself off with the other.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight.
“Holy fuck!” she cries as she throws her head back.
Her neck is bared to me, making me want to sink my teeth in and mark her. Raw possession riots through my veins.
“Watch, baby.” Her amber eyes are dazed when they come back to me then shoot down to watch as I continue to stroke my cock.
“Fuck.” Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a light sheen to her forehead as she pants over the word.
I can feel her legs shaking where I’m bracketed within her hips.
“Tell me, Bombshell. Tell me when you need my cum so I can show you what you do to me.”
“Now. Show me now.”
I pull the vibrator out, tossing it aside, then I fill her wet pussy with my fingers. She grips me, welcomes me, the second I’m in deep.
The cries she unleashes fill the room and force my own orgasm to hit me with unrelenting speed, painting my cum right over her clit and stomach.
I let my fingers slow as she comes down, unable to pull my eyes from where I’ve claimed her. It makes me want to stuff her full with my cock and brand her from the inside, too. Overwhelming need has me running my fingers through the mess on her stomach, embedding my cum on her skin.
“Why was that so fucking hot?” she pants.
I chuckle, then wander into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth.
I clean off her stomach and around the piercing where my cum clings to the ring. I blow out a breath that threatens to choke me, because yeah, that was fucking hot. Every time with this woman is like no other.
Whenever I’m with her, I feel torn, wanting to stay in the moments where I’m buried deep inside her, high on desire or in the afterglow. The quiet, whispered moments where we melt into submission.
I throw the cloth back into the bathroom and join her on the bed, crawling up along her side. I tuck her into me and watch as her eyes stay closed while she brings her breathing back under control. I can see her pulse still thrumming hard in her neck. I lick at the spot before guiding her mouth to mine. She hums against my lips, then meets my tongue with languid strokes.
She rolls into me. Our naked bodies stretch out, side by side, and I get lost in the warm intimacy of our exploring hands and ravenous lips as we dote upon one another. The way I connect with this woman is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Yet, she continues to keep us at a surface level.
I still don’t even know her fucking name, and it’s bugging me. Every time I ask, she just tells me, I’m your Bombshell .
There’s no way she’ll want to end this anytime soon. I can’t be the only one losing my mind with this connection between us. I’m sure of it. I just need to be a little more patient.
It’s just after four by the time I’ve dragged another few orgasms out of her, followed by a ‘lock the door behind you’ mumbled into her pillow, and I quietly dress and watch her in contented slumber.
I sneak into the kitchen and make sure the coffee machine has a full tank of water before grabbing the strongest caffeine pod from the stand and popping it into the dispenser. Quietly, I pluck a mug from the overhead cupboard and place it under the filter.
When I leave, I grimace at the dent in the wall behind the front door. I’ll have to fix that next time I’m over.
As I quietly flip the lock on the door and pull it behind me, I’m greeted by the roll and roar of the waves in the background. The air is calm in the early morning light, just shifting the sky from navy to a mix of deep purples and corals.
My emotions seem to match the surrounding space. My body is calm, my heart peaceful after spending a night getting lost in that beautiful woman, but my mind is like a moving sea, to-ing and fro-ing, stuck between the casual path she offers me and my need for more.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: MAJOR CRISIS
Thanks for the colourful description, Claire.
I’ll be at the salon at seven on Monday to inspect the damage.
Lee