Chapter 16
Feels Like Home
Elizabeth
The bedroom door opened as I was exiting the ensuite, and I didn’t think twice about crossing the room and throwing my arms around Thunder. He was my anchor when I wanted nothing more than to float away.
Thunder huffed, and the movement in his chest bounced underneath my ear. I hadn’t seen him since he’d left for the emergency church, but whatever it was couldn’t have been good. He took another deep breath, and I pulled away from him.
Putting my fingertips over his lips, I shook my head.
There was no need for words when we both knew there would be plenty to discuss. It could wait for the light of the new day. I’d spent the evening in fear, and tonight, I wanted to feel alive.
Thunder kissed my fingertips, his slight stubble tickling. I brought my other hand up to scratch his cheek, but he turned his head to kiss the inside of my palm. I gently framed his face between my hands.
I stood on my tiptoes, pulling his face towards mine, until there was a sliver of air between us. He waited until I closed the distance, our lips meeting in a chaste kiss. Our first.
He pulled back, taking my hands in his and kissing both palms again before hooking them around his neck. I played with the little curls at the bottom of his hairline when he swooped in and kissed me again. His lips crashed into mine, and I froze from the initial shock.
“Hey—“ I didn’t let him finish his sentence as I pulled him back in for more. When our lips touched the third time, I felt lightning zing through my body.
“Feel that?” he asked me, his lips not leaving mine. “It’s every time you touch me.”
I should have stopped. We should have talked about this, but there had been so much talking the last couple of days, even weeks before, that I couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t want to when the lightning was addictive.
“Tell me if you hurt.” That was all the warning he gave me as his hands reached under my butt, picking me up. He adjusted his hold, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist, but all I did was tighten my arms around his shoulders.
“Scared?” he asked, his lips against my neck.
“Never…hurt…me.” It was the truth. I was sacrificing myself for my family, but if it came down to it, he’d always protect me, throwing himself in the line of fire. We were very similar in that regard.
He laid me flat on the bed, following me down until he surrounded me. There was no part of me that didn’t touch some part of him, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I let my hands roam over his neck, down his back, until I slipped them underneath the t-shirt he wore.
I wanted to feel him, skin to skin, but it wasn’t enough. I reached as far as I could and scratched my nails down his back.
He shuddered. “Do it again.”
I did, not wanting to leave a mark, and yet, if there was one, I’d claim it as mine.
Thunder sucked at the skin on my neck, and I tilted backwards against the pillows to give him more access. I’d only been with one man before, and while it had been explosive, it had never been like this. This was slower, more attentive, and I let myself freefall.
Thunder let out a low moan. “Do you know your knee is rubbing the zipper of my jeans?”
“Hard?” I teased, scratching his back until I reached the top of his jeans. He was wearing a belt, and there wasn’t a gap I could slip my hands into.
“It’s excruciatingly painful.”
It wasn’t funny, and if I’d been thinking straight, I might have come up with something sexy to retort. Instead, I stared up at the ceiling and laughed, as if it were the funniest thing I’d ever heard.
“You’re laughing at my dick.”
It only made me laugh harder, but I tightened my hold on him. It wasn’t about him, or us, or even the intimacy. I’d lost it.
Thunder shifted, his hand cupping me through my pajama bottoms. The laughter instantly stopped.
“That’s what I thought,” he whispered against my neck.
“You’re nervous.” He raised up on his elbow so that he could look down as he pressed his hand harder against me.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped between my lips.
“Now, who’s laughing?” He tried to sound serious, but his smile gave him away.
He ended up falling forward, laughing. I chuckled along with him.
I could spend every day like this for the rest of my life.
With him. Only him.
***
Thunder
If I hadn’t been watching her closely out of the corner of my eye, I would have missed it. Her eyes were bright, her lips tipped into a smile, and whatever she was thinking made her happy.
I wanted to think it was something I’d done, but I pushed that out of my mind, focusing only on her. I’d been serious when I’d said she was nervous. Liz had been the one to start this, but she was putting on a brave face. She probably didn’t even suspect her body trembled at my touch.
I laid my head against her sternum, trying to gather my breath. Her hands went to my hair, lightly tugging at the strands, and it sent another burning shot down my spine.
If I didn’t care about her, I would have had her stripped in under three minutes, my dick buried to the hilt.
I cared, and if there ever came a time for rough sex, I’d take it, but this wasn’t it.
I must have waited too long. Her hand left my hair, unbuttoning her first couple of buttons.
Her pale skin glowed against the blue of the silk fabric.
Her hand slid back to the bed, but I wouldn’t let her be passive. If this was going to happen, she was going to experience every fucking minute.
“Show me.”
I had meant for her to guide my hand across the visible skin, but she slid her hand further down, unbuttoning the rest of the pajama top until it fell open across her chest and stomach.
Placing an open-mouthed kiss right above the line of her pants, I worked my way up.
Kissing. Licking. Sucking each small patch of skin until she squirmed beneath me before moving to the next.
She moaned in my ear, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I encouraged. I wanted to add more. Tell her she was mine and I was never letting go, but now wasn’t the time. She was relaxed, happy, and I didn’t want to scare her with a future she probably hadn’t thought about.
Liz said nothing, dragging her fingertips along her sternum and through the valley between her breasts. She reached the top of the pajama pants and pulled them down as far as she could.
She reached for my belt, and while she undid the buckle, there wasn’t much room for her to pull the zipper. She looked at me and then looked down towards my belt before looking at me again. I knew what she was implying, but I needed to hear her say it.
“What do you want, dirty girl?” I whispered in her ear, sucking the lobe between my lips. She said nothing. Her breathing was deeper than I’d heard her before. I didn’t move from her earlobe, waiting for the words. This was about letting Liz decide and nothing more.
“I…I…” She only let her guard down with me.
“I know, my dirty girl. Your body is crying out, but I want to hear you say it.”
“I…I…you.”
It wasn’t enough. “Say it,” I encouraged.
“Bob…by,” she moaned, and I nearly caved, giving in to her desires. “You,” she moaned again, pushing up against me.
“I’m right here, but tell me, dirty girl. What do you want?”
Her eyes clouded over, and I stopped moving. If she was going to have a blackout, I’d see her through it, but I didn’t want her to be disoriented. She gripped my forearms, trying to lift her hips off the bed.
“You,” she whispered. “I want…you…Bob…by.”
It was probably the best I was going to get for tonight, but I took it.
I hated to pull away from her, but I stood, hanging my club cut by the door before removing my boots.
Taking a deep breath, I dropped my pants.
I barely felt the cotton of my t-shirt as I pulled it over my head.
Closing my eyes, I let my emotions settle before I turned around.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. While I had been facing the door, she’d removed the pajamas. My wife was lying on our bed, completely naked. She was absolutely stunning, and I needed a moment to soak in her beauty, in case this was all I ever got.
“Bob…by.” She held her hands out to me, and I reached for them, kissing her knuckles and laying them back on the bed. The middle of her forehead puckered in confusion. It was adorable.
“I know, my beautiful girl. Let me take care of you.” I wouldn’t think about the last time she’d had a man, but it’d been long enough.
I needed to make sure she’d be alright. Lying between her legs, I didn’t spread her legs.
I wasn’t sure what her range of mobility was without the brace, and I wouldn’t stop and have a medical discussion.
Instead, I spread her lips open, licking directly into her.
I experimented with my tongue, forcing it into her as far as it would go.
Each entry, I tried to gain more depth, licking her on the exit.
Her body was so responsive, it only fueled me.
I wanted to give her everything, so that she wouldn’t even think of leaving me.
If she did, she’d remember what I could give her and hopefully lose those thoughts.
She wiggled underneath me, but I ignored her. Her breathing was heavy, and she made noises I didn’t know she was capable of. I wasn’t stopping, and when she tightened around my tongue, it only spurred me forward.
“I…I…feel…goo—“ A long moan escaped her, and I pushed a finger inside her to replace my tongue.
“It’s okay. Be a good girl for me and fall.
I’ll catch you.” I timed my finger with the laps of my tongue against her clit.
She moved against the sheets, the fabric sliding against her skin.
I didn’t stop until she begged me, and even then, I still didn’t.
I only picked up my head to watch her when I felt her body stiffen as she screamed.
“Damn, Thunder.”
“I told you. I fucking told you he was going there.”
“I never screamed that loud with him. Kind of jealous.”
I looked down into her clouded eyes, and we both smiled, chuckling at their antics.
The door remained unlocked, but no one dared to enter without my permission, and I was busy.
They could stand out there and make as many comments as they wanted, but it wasn’t enough to stop me.
Kicking my boxers aside, I slid over her, notching myself at her entrance.
“Your noises are only for me,” I said, staring into her eyes. She was content, and when she held out her arms to me, I took it as a sign. Sliding into her, it felt like home, and when she came for the second time, I kissed her, swallowing her sounds. Just like I told her.