31. Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-One
Carrington
I lean in and kiss the tear that’s slowly tracking down Thea’s cheek. The left one. Just like always. The familiarity of that alone ignites a pang in my chest. The salt of the tear awakens my taste buds. Thea’s lemon scent mingles with the jasmine tea she’s drinking and makes my mouth water. I wish I could bottle this smell. I trail small kisses lower down her face and across her jaw. My eyes catch the goosebumps erupting all over her skin.
I pull back just an inch and allow my eyes to focus on hers. Heat has replaced the sadness from a moment ago. Thea’s eyes flick down to my lips, and that’s all the permission I need. I slant my lips across hers, and she immediately opens for me. Our tongues sweep against each other, and we move together. My hands find themselves entangled in her waves, and she’s pushing me back into the couch. Her thighs straddle mine, and the most delicious whimper escapes her.
I pull her to me, but I’m desperate to get closer. Her hands find the hem of my shirt, and she moves back to make room to pull it over my head. She rakes her palms and lust-filled eyes over my torso. In the dim light, I can just make out her brown eyes tracing the tattoos across my chest and down my arms.
“Fuck. How is it possible you got hotter?” she whispers, mostly to herself, I think. I chuckle and pull her back to me, capturing her lips once again. I can’t get enough of her mouth, the feel of her tongue gliding against mine, her taste, the small involuntary whimpers she breathes out. My hands trail down her back to her ass. I grip it and slowly guide her hips to move against my already hard cock. We’re separated by just a few layers of clothing, and I can’t wait to have nothing between us. Feel her wet pussy on my skin. Just the mental image has a groan climbing up my throat.
As soon as she catches on to my intentions, she grinds her core down on my cock, and I let out another groan at the added pressure.
As she continues to rub herself against me, I trail kisses down her jaw to her neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin, drawing out a small gasp from her.
“Goddamn, those sounds drive me wild, Lemon.” Her pulse hammers under my tongue as I continue my assault on her neck. I know I’m leaving marks, but I don’t care. I want her skin to be covered in me—my bites, my smell, my cum. The thought sends a shiver down my spine that settles low in my groin.
My words spur her on, and she bucks harder against me. My hands knead into her ass, guiding her to help find her pleasure. Thea’s head is thrown back, hair hanging loose behind her, eyes closed. She’s panting heavily. Fuck . I want to be inside her, worshiping her, filling her up. The oversized t-shirt has ridden down, exposing one of her shoulders and a large portion of her chest, her skin is golden in the warm light of the fire. I lick and suck there too. I can’t get enough. I want to taste every inch of her. Reacquaint myself with every birthmark, every freckle.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” I ask. “Are you going to rub that cunt on me until you fall apart? I bet you’re so fucking wet.” She moans at my words, and her body tightens in my hands. Her muscles clenching, winding up. Her movements and breathing become scattered.
Suddenly, she brings her head forward, leaning her forehead against mine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Cary. Please,” she begs. She’s close, so fucking close. I want to help tip her over the edge.
“What do you need, baby? Take it. Use me.”
“Just… more.” She’s whining now. I grip her hips tighter, pulling her impossibly closer. My fingers will leave bruises, and my dick gets harder at the thought.
The extra pressure must be exactly what she was looking for because for just a second she stills, her heavy breaths cease as the orgasm washes over her. She trembles in my arms and rasps out a deep moan that has me almost coming in my pants like a fucking teenager. I love watching this woman fall apart for me.
Thea’s eyes open and find mine. She sucks in a ragged breath and kisses me deeply, biting on my bottom lip when she pulls back. There’s a huge smile on her face. “We haven’t done that in a long time,” she says, and I chuckle.
“I hope you know I’m not done with you yet,” I say, kissing her again, my tongue mapping out the inside of her mouth. I could spend hours, days just kissing her. But just as I think I’m about to flip us so I can get a taste of her pussy, she slides down my body, her knees hitting the floor in front of the couch.
She drags her hands down my chest and abs to my pants, quickly undoing the button and zipper. Before she can reach in and wrap those warm fingers around my cock, I gently grip her hands.
“I have a better idea,” I say. She looks up at me, her dark eyes huge and questioning. I see the shadow of her tongue dart out and lick across her lips.
I stand up, and she pulls back to sit on her feet. Fuck . She looks so gorgeous. From this angle, I see what my hands have done as they gripped her hair, some of the faint bite marks already marring her perfect neck. Her lips are swollen and glistening from our kisses. She looks fucking debauched, and I can’t wait to wreck her further.
She sits there, her legs under her. The oversized shirt hanging off her frame. Eyes wide and full of the same lust coursing through my veins. She looks like such a good fucking girl.
She looks like mine .
I grip my cock through my pants to help relieve some of the ache as I take in the sight of her for a moment.
Grabbing the blanket she had draped over herself before I came in, I lay it down on the soft rug in front of the fire. Then turn to Thea and hold out my hand for her. She grips it, stands, and makes her way around the coffee table to the edge of the blanket. I grab the hem of her shirt and slowly slide it up over her head. Thea raises her arms to help me. When it drops to the floor, she’s left in nothing but a yellow pair of lacy panties. Saliva pools in my mouth, and I swallow heavily as I take her in. Shadows dance across her skin, highlighting the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts.
I step closer to her and run a hand down her arm, mesmerized as goosebumps pebble in the wake of my touch. A small shudder courses through her. Everything in me screams to rip that tiny piece of fabric she calls underwear off her and plunge into her, fuck her without abandon, leave her boneless. But I want to take my time. I want us both to remember every fucking second of tonight. Because this is the start of the rest of our lives. No matter what happens with RED or my job or my brother, this right here is staying exactly as it is. I’m never letting this woman go. Not again.
I lean down and kiss her neck. Once. Twice. I move further down her body. Shoulder, clavicle. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, but she stands and waits to see what I’ll do next. She’s exquisite.
I reach my hand up and grip one of her breasts, bringing my mouth down on her nipple. I graze my teeth on the bud, and Thea lets out a small squeak of surprise, her hands coming up to my waist. I skim my tongue across her nipple to soothe the sting and feel her nails dig into my sides.
Kneeling down in front of her, I say, “I can’t wait to find out how fucking soaked you got for me, baby.” I hook my fingers into Thea’s panties and slide them down her legs before helping her step out of them. I then run my palms up from her ankles to the tops of her thighs and press my hand between them to feel her center. “Look at you, you’re already a mess for me.”
My fingers easily slide through her arousal, and I slip two inside her, just wanting to feel her warm pussy around them. The tight squeeze, her musky-sweet scent, the quiet whimper she exhales are all making me feral. I feel my heartbeat in my cock, and I don’t think I’ll be able to last long when I finally sink inside her.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan out and nuzzle my face into the apex of her thighs.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to get inside her one way or another. I lay down on my back in front of her, looking up at her face upside down. If she spreads her legs a little, I’d have the perfect view.
“On your knees, Lemon.”
She looks down at me sprawled in front of her and hesitates. She starts to step over as though she’ll kneel next to me, but I grab her ankles. “I said… on your knees.” Thea pauses for a moment, and then understanding crosses her face at the same time a pretty pink blush blooms on her cheeks.
Thea slowly lowers herself, a knee on either side of my head. As her legs spread to accommodate my face, I get a close up look at her pussy, and I feel my cock leak in my pants.
This fucking woman.
Thea props her hands on my chest while I snake my palms around her hips and pull her down lower as I begin to lap at her pussy. She’s dripping, and her cum coats my scruff. I eat at her like a man starved, my hands roaming around her ass, her thighs. She whines and moans above me.
Suddenly she shifts, but instead of grinding down on my face as I expect, her hands travel lower on my body, and she frees my cock from my pants. She lays herself across my body, her breasts grazing my abs, as she starts to pump my dick with her small hand. I groan straight into her clit.
When her hot mouth surrounds the head of my cock, I see stars.
“Yes, baby. Swallow it down. All of it.” Like the good, greedy girl she is, she does just that, and the head of my dick hits the back of her throat. The sensation has my hips bucking, causing her to gag.
Goddamn , I love that filthy sound.
She pulls off to catch her breath, and I use my hands to grip her ass and upper thighs to open her up. I plunge my tongue into her as deep as I can get and fuck her with it, using the scruff on my chin to create friction on her clit.
“Fuck, Cary. That . Keep… doing that.” Thea’s thighs tense, and she sucks my cock back into her mouth. We find a rhythm, me eating her cunt like it’s my last meal, her mouth bobbing up and down on my dick with just the right pressure.
I’m getting close. My balls are drawing up, and the pressure is building, but I don’t want to come just yet. I need to feel her pussy on my cock. I need to feel her clench and pulse and come with me inside her. I want my cum dripping from her.
I feel wild with her tonight.
Unlike a few weeks ago, when we were desperate for each other, and it was more of a reunion, this is a claiming. When Thea wakes up tomorrow, she needs to know she’s mine, and I am hers. No more questions, no more doubt.
I pull back and lightly slap Thea’s ass. “Up. Move forward.” She pulls off me with one last languid lick from root to tip. I close my eyes and breathe, fighting back my orgasm. Her wicked tongue threatens to undo me entirely.
On all fours, she crawls down my body. The sight of her ass has my breath hitching. I sit up pushing onto my knees behind her, shedding my pants. Before she can get too far, I grab her hips and slam into her. Thea yelps in surprise, but is quickly pushing back, fucking herself onto my cock. Her surprise replaced by soft moans and pants.
“God, baby. You take me so well. I want to stay buried inside this sweet cunt all fucking night.” My words make her clench around me, and I give her a few hard thrusts, the force reverberating through her skin. I relish the sound of my body slapping against hers.
Burying my hand into her hair, I gently pull, saying, “Sit up.” Thea pushes herself up to a kneeling position; my hand moves from her hair to wrap around her throat. I squeeze my fingers a little, her pulse picking up. She clasps one of her hands on my wrist, the other digs into my thigh.
I use my knees to spread hers more, opening her up to me and rendering her immobile. My other arm snakes around her middle, holding her close as I continue to thrust relentlessly. My sweat-soaked chest is plastered to her back, but I still can’t get close enough.
Thea turns her head, glassy eyes catch mine, lust-filled and pleading.
“What do you need, baby?” I murmur before plundering her mouth with my tongue. The carnal, primal part of me revels the feeling of filling her so thoroughly. I leisurely move the hand not holding her neck down her body, grazing my fingertips across her belly to the crease of her hip. Her breath hitching, back arching, and her body shivering under my touch ignites something in me. Something feral.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“More,” she whines.
Fuck . She wants more? I’ll give her everything I’ve got. Nothing but Thea exists right now. All of my senses are wrapped up in her. The sounds she makes are all I hear; her tongue is all I can taste; the hazelnut of her eyes and the flush in her skin are all I can see; her lemony smell mixed with the musk of our sex is the only scent that surrounds me; her smooth skin under the pads of my fingers is all I can feel.
I trail my hand to her pussy, feeling myself plunging in and out of her, her slickness leaking down her thighs. Her needy clit is swollen, waiting for me. I swirl my fingers around the tight bud, and she throws her head back on my shoulder and moans.
“Cary,” she groans out. The sound is low and throaty as it reverberates in my chest.
“That’s it, Lemon,” I say at her temple. “Take it, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good. You ready to come for me?”
“Yes. Cary,” she pants out. “Please. More.” Her pleading has my hips picking up their pace. The hand around her throat squeezes a little more, and with the fingers swirling around her clit, I apply more pressure. She clenches, and I know she’s on the brink.
It’s taking everything in me not to come. I need her to come before me. I need to feel her fall apart in my hands. I want to fill her with my cum as she contracts around my cock.
“Thea. Come. Now .” And as if my wish is her command, she detonates. Her entire body trembles. The muscles of her thighs constrict with the force of her orgasm. If she’s speaking, I can’t make it out because I am solely focused on the feel of her cunt squeezing me. My cock unloading inside her, pulsing. My hips relentlessly and mindlessly slamming into her, filling her up.
I’ve never felt like this during sex. Like I was handing everything I am over to another person. Even with Thea… before.
As I slowly come down from my orgasm, I loosen the grip on Thea’s throat. The world around us starts to come back into focus. The fire dying down in the fireplace. The hard floor barely cushioned by the blanket under our knees. My body fully enveloping Thea’s small frame. Her pulse thudding under my fingertips.
I let go of her and lower her to the blanketed floor. My softening cock slips free as I lean over her, both of us catching our breath.
I kiss her shoulder, her back, still leaning over her as I hold myself up with my arms.
“I love you, Lemon,” I whisper right into her ear.
Slowly. Oh so slowly, Thea turns herself around to lay on her back and looks up at me. My arms are shaky as they bracket her head, and it’s taking all of the strength I have left to keep myself from collapsing on top of her.
Her eyes are molten chocolate, eyelids heavy from her orgasm. “I love you, Cary,” she says, running her fingers up and down my sides. Her nails rake across my skin. I kiss her softly before dropping down next to her. Thea pulls herself in, her arm circling my middle, head resting on my chest.
I reach around and draw a blanket over us, and we drift off to the soundtrack of the quiet crackling fire.