Chapter 11 #2
“Your skin is so fucking soft,” I murmur against her and brush my nose over one lace-covered nipple before sucking it into my mouth, making her moan. I kiss over to the other and give it the same treatment before I make my way down to her warm center.
I drag a knuckle over her wet panties, then nudge my finger under the side and tug them out of my way.
“Fucking hell, sugar. You’re already so goddamn wet.” I lean in and take a deep breath, and my cock is instantly rock fucking hard for this woman. Christ, I need to claim her more than I need my next breath.
“It seems to be a permanent condition when I’m around you,” she replies and gasps when I brush my fingertip over her clit. “Fuuuuuck.”
“For almost six months, I’ve thought about this,” I say before planting a wet kiss on her inner thigh. “That’s a long fucking time, Harper. ”
“Super long,” she agrees.
“A few things,” I say, dragging my lips down to her knee. “One, I haven’t been with anyone, in any capacity, since you.”
That startles her into blinking at me, her eyes wide as I continue to ghost my fingertip over her clit.
“No one?”
“I didn’t want anyone else. I had you, and no one else could compare, Harper.”
She gasps when I tease her entrance.
“Same.” She bites her lower lip. “You’re the only … in more than two years.”
I pause and stare up at her. “I’m the only man who’s been inside you in more than two fucking years ?”
“Close to two and a half.”
“Tell me you’re on birth control.” I grip her panties in my hands and yank them down her thighs, off her feet, and toss them over my shoulder. “Tell me, Harper.”
“I’m on birth control.” She bites her lip and touches her left inner biceps, and I reward her with a biting kiss on her inner thigh, just an inch from her soaked pussy.
“Good. Tell me I can take you bare, sweetheart. Don’t get me wrong. I’m going to sit here and eat you for as long as possible before I take you to my bed where you fucking belong and pound you into the goddamn mattress. But when that time comes?—”
“Yes.”
I groan and lick her bare pubis. She shaved for this date, but what I told her all those months ago is true.
I don’t care .
I just want her.
I’ll never see this dining room the same way again. Every time I walk in here, I’ll see her , splayed open for me so fucking beautifully it hurts, and I’ll be immediately rock hard for her, just the way I am now.
Every goddamn time.
I drag my nose over that place where her leg meets her core, and she whimpers.
“Blake.”
“That’s right. Say my fucking name when you’re riding my face.”
I open wide and fucking devour her. I lick my way up her seam, from entrance to clit, then back down again, so hungry for the very essence of her. For every drop, every moan, every goddamn gasp.
I want them all.
They’re mine.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she is fucking mine.
“Holy shit,” she groans, her hips moving in lazy circles. She grabs the edge of the table to ground herself, and I allow it.
For now.
With my hands pressed to her strong inner thighs, I hold her firm when she instinctively tries to squeeze around my head, and my thumbs rub circles over that most tender skin, making her squirm even more.
“You’re every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had in my life,” I tell her before pulling her clit between my lips and sinking two fingers inside her. I crook them, feeling that rough G-spot, and she cries out.
“Blake! Fuck, I’m gonna?—”
“Not yet.” I pull my fingers out, and she growls.
Fucking growls.
It’s adorable as fuck.
“I’m not ready for that quite yet, baby.” I lick down and back up again, and her hand is on the back of my head, pulling me into her to give her more, and I smile against her. “You’re getting greedy, sugar.”
“Fuck yes, I am. I waited too, you know.”
Yes, she did.
No one but me in over two motherfucking years.
I push my fingers back in and set a punishing pace with my tongue on her clit.
“Just like that. Oh God, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
I do nothing different. I hold steady and let her ride my face and fingers, let her reach for what she needs to let go.
And she lets go so fucking well.
Her hips lift, every muscle in her body tenses, and her legs start to shake as her orgasm moves through her, and she starts to fucking gush.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I croon as she makes an absolute mess, and I love every goddamn moment of it.
“Holy shit,” she pants, and then when she sees how soaked my shirt, my face, and the floor is, her face goes bright red. “Oh no. Oh God, Blake, that’s never?—”
“Whoa.” I push up so I can kiss her lips, gently holding the back of her neck so she doesn’t pull away from me. “No, don’t spiral on me, sugar. This is so fucking hot. So. Fucking. Hot .”
“Um, I don’t think I’ve done that before.”
“Good.” I sound unhinged. I sound primal. Because that’s the way I feel right now. “I want to own that from you. Just me. Now, come on. Let’s take this upstairs.”
I lift her into my arms, and she squeaks.
“Wait! We have to clean all of this up. Dinner, and my, um?—”
“Later.” I kiss her neck, not caring at all that I’m covered in her.
Christ, if I could get away with it, I’d never wash her off me.
“I need to worship you for a while, sweetheart.”