Chapter 37
CHAPTER 37
T here was so much he wanted to say, but he knew that it wasn’t his place to convince her that she was all the things she didn’t think she was. Even now, the day he discovered she had an eating disorder still haunted him. The look in her eyes, the volume at which he yelled and how hard she pushed back. What he hadn’t expected was that she still struggled with her body. Knowing there were days when she didn’t love her body, and maybe herself, made him sad. And a little angry. It was unfair how her mind was playing tricks on her this way.
He could not imagine what was going through her head as they stood in front of the mirror, his hands mapping every inch of available skin. Even with her underwear and tank top on, he could see how nervous she was. But he was going to do everything in his power to distract her.
After all, in less than forty-eight hours, they were going to officially be married. He might have done this once before, but Rafferty had never been against getting married again. He told himself was that he would only marry the right person, not really knowing that he would get another shot with the woman standing before him.
He pushed the strap of her tank top aside and kissed her shoulder. Then licked a line up to her neck, while his hand pressed firmly against the cotton of her underwear. He didn’t make any moves to take it off, instead pressed two fingers against her clit over the material. Her breath hitched as his fingers moved in slow circles, his mouth brushing over the edge of her jaw. Her pulse fluttered wildly and he smiled at the slack expression on her face. Sliding his fingers down, he groaned when he felt her wetness seep through the cotton.
“Naughty,” he whispered. “How long have you been soaked for me, darlin’?”
She licked her lips and squirmed against his fingers. “Always wet.”
“Thinking about me fucking you every single day?”
“Ruining me,” she whimpered.
“I thought you were a polite lady, sweetheart. But you’re a horny, dirty girl aren’t you?”
“Never polite.” Her back arched, arms coming up around his neck as one hand pushed through his hair. “Horny for you, hotshot.”
“I know,” he mumbled and dragged his fingers through the moisture coating her underwear. He stroked her faster, applying slight pressure every so often. Her hips moved as well, chasing what his fingers were doing. When he hooked his finger into the gusset of her underwear, his knuckle rubbing against her, she lifted onto her toes with a gasp. He twisted the cotton slightly, pressing against her slit. She wasn’t just wet, she was dripping and knowing he made her feel that way made him so hard.
“Feel what you do to me, darlin’,” he grunted as he rocked forward, pressing his cock against her ass. She shifted back, flat on her feet and rolled her hips. Dropping his chin to her shoulder, he continued to tease her slit.
“Does this make you a di—oh fuck ,” she gasped as he pushed a knuckle between her folds. She panted and he repeated the action, until she was shaking against him.
“Yeah, Hero. It makes me a horny, dirty boy for you too.”
With a soft huff, she pulled at his hair and turned her head at the same time, their mouths colliding in a rough and messy kiss. He moaned at the feel of her tongue as it licked around before sliding inside. He was tightly wound, like he would snap any minute. Pulling his hand away, but keeping her underwear twisted in his grip, he stretched it so that the cotton would replace what his fingers were doing. Her lips parted against his on a moan and he continued to tug and pull, rubbing against her as she gripped him tightly.
“Look at yourself,” he demanded and when she shook her head, he gripped her jaw with one hand and turned her focus to the mirror. “See how fucking spectacular you are. Dripping and desperate.”
She whimpered, but slowly blinked and did a scan of them in the mirror. Her tank top had ridden up, exposing her stomach and her legs were quivering with every shift of her underwear through her pussy.
“Wow,” she finally said, eyes wide as he put his hand on her hip.
“That’s right, you’re a fucking vision, wife.”
Her eyes lifted to his and her mouth curved into a delicious smile, one that was accompanied by the rocking of her hips. He couldn’t take his attention off her face as he fucked her with her underwear and saw the moment her orgasm crested—her eyes fluttered shut and she was on her toes, body going taut before she was shaking. She soaked through the underwear, making them both moan as she slumped back into him.
Rafferty wrapped both arms around her waist, his lips pressed against the side of her head. As she shifted, breath leveling out and body steadying, he turned her to face him. She batted those gorgeous chocolate and caramel eyes up at him and he cupped her face, thumb brushing over the apples of her cheeks.
“Is that what the rest of our lives are going to be like?”
He chuckled and traced her mouth. “Could be. Never talked dirty or done that with anyone before.”
She hummed. “Like you’ve never manhandled anyone before?”
“You’re my first everything that matters. If more manhandling is what you want, I’ll give that to you.”
“Good boy,” she whispered and covered his mouth with hers, the kiss sweet and filthy in equal measure. He groaned against her lips, hands sliding down to cup and squeeze her ass. “Now—” she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back, smirking “—strip and get on the bed.”
Arching an eyebrow at the demand, he shed his clothes. At the same time, she peeled off her tank top to reveal her very sensible bra before she was unhooking that as well. Gone was the apprehensive woman and standing completely naked in front of him was the one who spread lipstick all over his body after a mind-melting blowjob.
Much to his surprise, he could see himself in the mirror as he backed up and sat on the bed. She caught his line of sight and looked over her shoulder.
“You want to use it again?”
“To watch whatever you’re planning to do to me? If it would please my wife.”
She bit her lip and her eyes flared at that term. “How can I refuse my husband?” she teased.
Then she was kneeling in front of him and all thoughts flew from his mind. She pushed his legs apart and scooted forward, wrapping her left hand around his cock. The engagement ring twinkled as she stroked him slowly from base to crown and back. With their gazes locked, she kissed the tip and squeezed, licking up the bead of moisture that appeared. She sucked the head into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she slid him deeper. He leaned back, hands fisting the sheets as she took him as deep as she could, his tip hitting the back of her throat. Her groan vibrated through him and his head fell back, a gasp falling from his lips.
“Fuck.” He forced himself to watch as she twisted her hand and bobbed her head. Her eyes were wide and fixed on him, making him completely lose his mind. He cupped her jaw as she dragged her teeth along his cock. He trembled at the sensation and sat up, gathering her hair in both hands as he stared down at her.
She pulled her mouth off him and grinned, and licked him slowly. She was testing him and shockingly, Rafferty liked it. He focused on his breathing as she dragged her tongue down his cock and along the underside before taking him back into her mouth. Twisting her hair around his hand, he tilted her head back slightly and growled her name. She widened her mouth and sucked him harder, scrambling all his thoughts.
His eyes drifted to the mirror and the sight of them in that position set him on fire. “Lift that ass, I want to see all of you.”
Daisy obliged, arms resting on his thighs as she lifted her bottom half, giving him the most incredible view of her glistening core. He slid a hand down her back as her tongue twirled around his dick and grabbed her ass. She rocked back against him and he grunted at the way her mouth worked him over. Sliding a finger between her ass cheeks, he pressed the tip of his finger against the puckered hole and smiled when she moaned loudly. He watched as she slipped a hand between her thighs and started touching herself. Her hips rocked against the movement of her fingers and he allowed it for a few minutes before he wrapped his hand around her wrist and tugged it away.
“Only I get to touch and fuck that pussy,” he told her and she dragged her teeth against him, making his head spin. Pulling his cock out of her mouth, he traced her pout with his thumb and kissed her stubbornness away. With their mouths locked, she pushed herself up and into his lap, fingers threading through his hair as the kiss went from messy to straight up dirty. Her tongue tangled with his and her hips rocked forward, drenched pussy rubbing against his wet cock
She tugged on his hair and the kiss broke, her eyes blazing with lust. “Grab the condoms.”
With one arm around her waist, he flipped them over and pinned her to the middle of the bed. She tipped her head back and laughed, her whole body shaking at the action. He kissed a line down from her jaw to her belly button and the laugh turned into a strangled moan. At a gentle tug of his hair, he moved over her again and she tapped his chest. He looked at the tattoos she was tracing—the always with the hearts and stars she’d drawn floating away.
“How many more of these are you going to get?”
“As many as I can fit on my body.”
She grinned and he moved off her to grab a condom from her nightstand. He’d stashed a box in there a few weeks ago, when it became clear that they were better off making all of the noise they wanted in her house without worrying about Cal. He returned to bed as she sat up, her dark hair wavy and wild, spilling over one shoulder and covering her breast. She looked like she’d been manhandled already, when he hadn’t done enough. Before he could reach for her, she was scooting to the side and shaking her head.
“I want to be on top.”
“As you wish,” he said, sitting in the middle of the bed where he could still see his reflection. When she moved back to him, he tore open the condom and rolled it down his cock, not wanting her to touch and torture him again.
“Boo, that’s my job.”
“How about you get up here and ride me and make that your new job?”
She snorted, but straddled his lap. One hand tangled in his hair as the other slipped between their bodies. Their gazes clashed as her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. He forced himself to breathe through every spark that ran up his spine, hands dragging up and down her thighs. She pressed him against her sex, pussy spreading over his crown as she slid down on him. A gasp-moan slipped out of her, goosebumps spreading across her body, as her hips dropped to his. Her walls clenched around him and he shuddered, leaning forward to rest his forehead against her chest.
“Fuck, so full,” she whimpered.
He groaned as she pulled at his hair, tipping his head back. She rocked against him faster, mouth latched onto his neck. Rafferty sucked in big gulps of air, one hand sliding down to grab her ass to guide her. Her hips moved faster, his cock stroking her inner walls, and he held her tight, giving her exactly what she wanted.
When her mouth found his, she moaned loudly and shifted to plant her feet on the bed. Then she started to bounce. He felt lightheaded, but tightened his arm around her waist, his fingers digging into her ass as she fucked him. They’d never done this before—her being in charge and chasing her pleasure—but it felt so fucking good. Her hips slowed and one hand landed on his thigh as she swiveled her hips in slow figure eights, guiding him right where she wanted him.
The kiss broke and her head fell back, fingers digging into his skin everywhere she held him. His mouth moved over her throat, licking and sucking and nibbling as she moved. Her pussy took him deeper with every downward roll and teased him mercilessly with the upward stroke. His head spun and body tightened with how fucking fantastic she felt.
He gripped her hips, holding her steady as he thrust up into her. “I’m so fucking close.”
Her moans got louder and shakier, but she dropped her forehead to his. “Come for me, Raff.”
Despite his hold on her body, she rolled her hips roughly and her walls clenched around him. Stars exploded in his vision and he moved, pressing her back into the bed as he took over fucking her. She screamed, arms and legs winding around him as he thrust deep enough to stroke her G-spot. She was shaking beneath him as she came, the sounds of her release echoing through the space as he continued to fuck her. She grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside her and he let go, his thrusts slowing as he filled the condom. He inhaled deeply and dropped onto her, his head landing on her chest as she tightened her hold on him.
“Part of your vows,” she said, fingers running through his hair, “should be that you’ll always fuck me like that. Feral, like you want to break me.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to one breast, then the other. “I promise.”
“Good.” She bucked her hips and he groaned.
“I need a minute, sweetheart.”
She laughed, still playing with his hair. “I actually need to pee, hotshot.”
Grunting, he lifted his head and found her smiling. “Right now?”
“I mean…I can wait five minutes.”
Rolling his eyes, he lifted himself up and at loss of contact, both of them made a sound. He collapsed onto his back as she scooted out of bed and down the stairs. Smiling, he sat up and rolled off the condom, tying it up as he pushed to his feet. He grabbed his shirt and boxers and headed downstairs. Stepping into the bathroom, he discarded the condom and draped his shirt over her shoulders as she gathered her hair into a messy bun. Their eyes met in the mirror and he smiled, absolutely and completely in love with this woman.
“I get to be yours soon,” he said softly, coming up behind her, hands resting on the counter.
“You’ve always been mine.”
“Officially yours, then.” Snorting, she wet her fingers and rubbed them under her eyes, then leaned back against him. “We’re going to do it right this time.”
“What do you mean?”
“Being married. We’re going to show the whole fucking world what that looks like.”
Both of them had what they thought were solid marriages, only for them to fall apart and become nothing. It had left scars, but they’d overcome them over the years before finding each other. That was what told him this was going to be different—they weren’t rebounding with each other, they were rediscovering a love that once existed.
“I’m looking forward to it,” she said softly and he kissed her shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Nope.”
“You have to let me thank you for things.”
“Not if you’re going to thank me for loving and cherishing and worshiping you.”
“How about for ruining me?”
He smirked. “I’ll accept that.”
She turned in his arms, their naked bodies pressed together as she set her hands on his shoulders. “I can’t wait to officially be yours too.”
“Daisy Heroux and Rafferty Ames, right where they were always meant to be.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “No hyphenating?”
“Darlin’, I’ll hyphenate the heck out of my name if that’s what you want. But none of that matters when I know that I finally get to have you for the rest of my life.”
“You’re so infuriating with all this charm.”
“I think you pronounced sexy wrong.”
She laughed and cupped his face and brought his mouth to hers. The kiss was soft and sweet before she pulled back to look into his eyes. “I love you. With everything in me and with the power of every star in the sky.”
“And with the vibrancy of every flower in the world.”
“Always and forever, Raff.”
“Always, Hero.”