Chapter 13 #2
She gasps lightly, so I take it and hoist her into the air, cupping her ass as I lower her to the bed and flip her onto her stomach. A point will be made tonight, and I’ll be the winner.
I divest her of her pants quickly, and then her panties, before cupping her heat. Wet and ready, I groan. “All from being on your knees for me. We’re made for one another.”
“It doesn’t count.” The lack of conviction tells me it certainly does. She attempts to roll to her back, but I press into her, forcing her in place.
“You’re scared of what being with a convict means, so there’s no point in looking at me, is there?” My finger traces her inner thighs, enjoying the way she jolts every so often.
“No—”
“Don’t lie.” I slide my finger inside her, all the way to the knuckle. Blissful, wet heat I long to bury my cock into envelops me. “You were embarrassed.”
“No, I…” She trails off when I press into her walls, clenching in response. “No. I didn’t…it wasn’t…Fuck.” Her head drops to the bed as I slide another finger inside her and hook a knee up onto the mattress, holding her in place.
“God, you look pretty like this. All open and ready for me.” Desire gushes on my hand, reaffirming the little praise kink she has going. “You’ll give me what I want, and then I’ll continue to give you what you want too. I’ll keep you like this every day. Welcome to the rest of your life.”
Her nails drag into the comforter as she clenches once again around my thrust. It won’t be long.
“Like the idea of that?” As I continue thrusting my fingers, I reach for her hands, bringing them together within one of mine. “I was once cuffed to the table, unable to touch you when I desperately wanted to. It’s only right to return the favour.”
“No…”
“Yes,” I counter in a low croon. “And then, maybe, once you come on my hand, soak it like the good girl I know you want to be, I’ll disappear from your life for a year. See how you like it.” As if I could. It’s an empty threat.
“Ca—” She cuts my name off, muffling the sounds in the bed, but that won’t do. I release her hands, since there’s time for that later, and fist her hair instead, yanking until she’s unable to hide.
“Let me hear you. You owe me this. Say my name as you come.” I curl my fingers on the word.
“You kept yourself away from me, and that’s what I won’t forgive.
You let others see your smile.” Albeit, her fake one, but details matter less.
“Dressed up for them when you could have been walking your cute ass into the prison and visiting me. My girl went out with others while I was locked up.”
“I’m not—Ca—”
“So close. Do it again, pretty girl. Drench my hand. Let me hear you come. Know who’s giving you this pleasure.”
The room fills with the sound of her desire, the moisture between her legs, and her breathy pants as she fights the inevitable, until—
“Cade.” She tightens, her pussy clamping my fingers in wave after wave. Her moan fills the room, courtesy of my grip on her hair, while her fingers dig into the blanket.
“Atta girl.”
As soon as the orgasm begins waning, I pull my fingers from her, flip her over so I can see her next one for myself, and shove them back inside her.
My cock is a like a rock, but she won’t accept me inside her until getting her answers.
And really, the selfish part of me that wants her to choose me prefers that.
For now…her back arches off the bed and her eyes clamp shut, her body accepting the immediate force of what I again am offering. But through her panting, through her desire, her eyes peel open and lock me into place with a spell.
“It wasn’t—not ’cause you’re in jail. That wasn’t…Cade, it’s okay.”
Acceptance. What a strange notion.
I drop to my knees for her, exactly how she did for me. The only woman I’ll ever be on my knees for. The only woman I’ll love, honour, and cherish—and whatever the rest of those marriage vows are. The only woman I’d take a bullet for or return to jail to keep safe.
It’s been so long since tasting anything genuinely sweet. Even artificial sugar was difficult to come by. The chocolates she once brought me may have been it. Something I rectify immediately as my tongue skates up her pussy, tangling with her clit while my fingers continue moving inside her.
She releases a garble of noises that don’t make much sense. But I understand them to mean, I’m yours. Maybe I’m delusional, though.
“You taste so fucking good,” I groan into her thigh. Certainly nothing to go without again.
My tongue flicks her clit while my fingers thrust, enticing her closer to the edge. Her feet reposition on my shoulders, and isn’t that just a perfect little position as she careens off the edge while I’m there to catch her.
As her pussy slows its contractions, my hand slides from her, and then I get to my feet. Her eyes are a mixture of sky blue and sapphire, heavy with lust and heady as the most potent drug. I want to fuck her so badly, but I instead kneel between her thighs and press my mouth to hers.
“You can’t fake that desire. You did so good for me.”
Right on time, she fists my collar and pushes me away. “A deal’s a deal. I came—twice. Time for you to tell me who you really are.”