33. Whatever my sugar bear wants
Chapter 33
Whatever my sugar bear wants
LETTIE
T he second Tomer closes the front door and arms the security system, I fling myself at him, practically climbing him like a tree.
With the guards outside and Viktor in the morgue, it’s as if the lingering fear I’ve been harboring has evaporated, leaving behind nothing but blinding lust.
Despite his surprise at my sudden attack, Tomer grips me under my ass and boosts me up his body. A breath later, my lips claim his, and I lock my ankles behind him.
A guttural groan travels up his throat, and I capture it greedily in my mouth. Without even a hint of tentativeness, I delve my tongue past his lips, uncharacteristically taking control of the kiss.
“Need you,” I rasp when I break for oxygen.
“Damn, sugar,” he rumbles against my jaw as he works down my neck.
Navigating us deftly through our living room, he presses my back against the wall. My hips flex, dragging my needy core against his waist. Our breathy moans echo around the narrow space of the hallway.
His fingers slip under my loose skirt and dig punishingly into my upper thighs as he shifts into his Dom mode. I sense it coming over him, like a familiar quilt has been tucked around me, making me feel safe and loved.
On reflex, my body falls in line, eager to submit to his possession and every whim. I need to please him on a visceral level. To reassure him how much I love him.
He lowers my legs to the ground and inches backward, giving himself enough room to open his fly. “Drop your panties, or I’m ripping them.”
For a split second, I contemplate my response. It’d be hot as hell for him to rip them, but I love this pair. Down they go.
He doesn’t even bother removing his clothes or my dress. As soon as he’s freed his erection, he’s back on me, hooking one of my legs over the curve of his elbow. His other hand goes exploring, pressing roughly against my core.
“You ready to fuck your pussy, babe?” I ask, dragging my lips over the swell of his neck.
He tastes salty from being out in the sticky, humid August air tonight. Ironic how he’s always calling me sweet, going so far as to say I taste sweet to him. He’s the salt to my sugar. A perfect balance in all things.
“Our seesaw is at the midpoint,” I blurt out, my thoughts bypassing my faulty filter.
Knowing precisely what I’m referring to, his face lights up, but it doesn’t stop him from slipping a finger inside me. “Fucking soaked, sugar.” He adds another finger, pumping gently while pressing his thumb to my clit.
Biting my lower lip, I stifle a moan. “I’m ready. Fuck me now, please .”
“Manners,” he growls, then lines up his cock and pushes inside.
Not sure we’ve done this position before, and I’m a tad unsteady against the wall. Risky considering my not-so-graceful track record. Trusting him to support me physically the way he does emotionally, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.
The delicious sensation of being fully connected cascades euphoria over my skin. I don’t get long to relish it because as soon as he’s in to the hilt, he launches into high gear, pumping and thrusting into me with fervor.
I grit out my approval, “Hell, yes, babe. Just like that.”
“My pussy. My girl. My collar on your neck.” He kisses the skin around the lock at the center of my collar. “My future wife. My baby inside you. All mine.”
“Yes. All yours. Forever.”
Faster, he fucks me, using my bent leg for leverage and utterly pounding me into the wall.
It’s ecstasy.
The telling sparks of my impending climax send me into orbit. My vocabulary becomes nothing but a mashup of curse words and garbled praise. On instinct, I attempt to keep my volume in check. I’ve grown accustomed to having to be quiet since the last few times we’ve made love have been in our bunk room at Redleg.
But we’re not there now, so I let loose, showering him with all the praise he’s earning with each thrust and grind. “Yes, babe. Dammit. Give it to me. So good. So damn good.”
“I hope you—” He cuts himself off with a gravelly moan emanating from deep in his throat. “Don’t plan to—” Another moan, then a grunt. “Sleep much tonight.”
“Not tired.” I smile and slam my lips to his.
As if they’re lightning rods, our swirling tongues cause those tingles to explode into blasting jolts of pleasure, spiraling me toward the precipice.
His pace picks up, despite already being as fast as a jackhammer.
And I detonate, quivering and shattering around him.
“Coming, Tomer. Yes, yes, shit. I’m coming ,” I mewl and whimper as wave after wave flows through me.
Unlike earlier today in the bunk room, the flashing lights are from fireworks of bliss and not the light switch.
I think.
His familiar grunts and groans signal his release, and he swells inside me. My fluttering pussy clamps on to his cock, aching to be filled with his essence.
“Lettie, fuuuck .”
My channel grows slicker with each pulse of his orgasm as he coats me with his liquid heat. The fact that he’s rasping my name as he climaxes gives me another wave of rapture. I’ve always loved when he’s vocal. Music to my ears.
The sexy kind.
As he floods my core, he slips inside of me faster, prolonging my orgasm.
So glad we got rid of condoms. I’ll never grow tired of feeling the evidence of our mutual release mingling and filling me up.
As my breath steadies and my leg lowers to the floor, said evidence quickly makes its way down my thighs.
Okay . Not sure I’m a fan of that.
Curse you, gravity.
Tomer recaptures my wayward thoughts, joining our lips for a tender kiss. Adoring me with soft pecks and gentle nips. Pulling an inch away, he hits me with those rapturous turquoise eyes, always so much more vibrant after we’ve made love. He strokes my hair and tucks it behind one ear.
My heart couldn’t be fuller.
“I love you,” I tell him.
He shakes his head, dragging his teeth over his lower lip. “I can’t get enough of you saying those words, sugar bear.”
After one more kiss, he scoops me up unexpectedly, drawing a squeak out of me. He carries me to the bathroom, nuzzling his face into the curve of my neck and kissing my collar.
Swoon .
I wish there were something I could give him in return to convey how much he means to me.
He turns on the shower after pulling off his shirt in that sexy way guys do, reaching over his head to tug it from behind. No clue why they do that, but it’s fucking hot. My nipples, still hard with arousal, stiffen even more. However, my knees turn to gelatin, trembling and threatening to buckle.
Damn . You know the sex is good when it leaves you quaking.
“Babe, can we take a bath instead? Not sure I trust my legs to hold me up long enough for an entire shower.”
A shit-eating grin molds itself to his expression. He’s clearly proud of his performance in the hall.
He answers while shutting off the shower faucet. “Bubbles?”
“How about a nice bath bomb?” I ask hopefully, inching toward the closet where I keep my stash.
“Whatever my sugar bear wants, she gets.”
Giddy as a prairie dog at the start of spring, I sashay the rest of the way and make my selection, then get our respective shampoos and shower gels.
A couple of minutes later, we’re cozy in a fizzy bath as the scent of lavender fills the steamy air.
Like always, he attempts to dote on me, grabbing my bath sponge to clean me.
“Nope. Not tonight, babe. No, siree.”
He quirks his head to the side, resembling an adorable puppy dog, wide eyes and all.
Answering his unspoken question, I kiss the tip of his nose and explain, “I’m taking care of you. You deserve to be cherished.”
His stupefied expression gradually shifts into a shy grin, and his cheeks grow ruddy. My heart pitter-patters as I scan his face, sweeping my gaze from forehead to chin and back again.
I swipe the sponge from his still-raised hand and pour on his manly shower gel. With tenderness, I clean his neck and shoulders, then swipe it over his chest, watching the suds coat his skin. He rests his spread arms on the tub’s ledge, looking at me with wonder.
Instead of kneeling beside him, I shift onto his lap, straddling him. His hands rest on the swell of my hips, holding me in place.
“You came for me,” he whispers.
Despite knowing what he’s referencing, I channel my inner brat. “And I’ll do it again after our bath, assuming you’re up for some more fun.” I pump my brows and shimmy my shoulders.
His chest vibrates with a soft chuckle. “That’s not what I meant.”
Flashing a wink, I drop the sponge. “I know what you meant, silly.”I curve my hands, scooping water to rinse the lather off his chest and shoulders.
“Why did you come for me?”
A giggle escapes me. “Because your cock is an amazing pleasure wand.”
He feigns annoyance, curling his upper lip and squeezing my hips.
“Stop setting me up, babe.”
“The brat must brat,” he quips. “Jokes aside, why did you come to the scene tonight?”
Having finished washing him, I scooch closer toward him and wrap my arms around his neck. “I’ll answer that by asking you this.”
“That’s not how answering works, but I’ll allow it.”
“You said something like that the day we met. In the coffee shop.”
He nods. “Stop evading the question.”
“Why did you come for me that night at Bask? The first night we made love?”
Without hesitation, he says, “You needed me, and it gave me the final push. I was done letting circumstances stop me from being there for you. Claiming you. And loving you.”
My throat clogs, but I force out my response, giving him the answer he’s been fishing for. “That’s why I came for you tonight. You needed me. And I won’t let anything stop me from being there for you or loving you.”
Dressed in only a beaming smile, he lifts one hand out of the water. My eyes catch on the drops of water cascading into the bath. Holding his hand flat like a board, he bends it, rocking it up and down several times.
Then he stops the motion, locking it in place so it’s perfectly horizontal once more.
My breath catches when it dawns on me what he’s hinting at—the seesaw.
At precisely the same time, we utter a single word.“Balance.”
Our combined voices echo off the tile walls, making their way to my ears.
The same way our hearts clattered around until they found their way back together, slowly but surely fusing into one.
Two souls. Soon to be three.
One love.
Perfectly balanced.