Twenty-Four
Teller
Eight weeks after the restaurant, I come home to find Susanna in the kitchen, making dinner. She's wearing one of my old t-shirts and nothing else, and the sight makes my mouth go dry.
"Hey," I say, setting my briefcase down.
"Hey yourself." She smiles at me, and it's a real smile. Not guarded or cautious. Just... happy.
"What are you making?"
"Your favorite. Chicken parmesan."
I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her neck. "What's the occasion?"
"No occasion. I just wanted to do something nice for you."
My chest tightens. "You're always doing nice things for me. You're giving me another chance. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done."
She turns in my arms, her hands coming up to cup my face. "You've earned it. You've really changed, Teller. I can see it."
"I'm trying. Every day, I'm trying."
"I know." She kisses me softly. "And it's working."
We eat dinner together, talking and laughing like we used to. After, we curl up on the couch to watch TV, but we don't make it through the first episode.
I pull her into my lap, and she straddles me, her hands in my hair. We kiss until we're both breathless, grinding against each other like teenagers.
"Bedroom," she pants. "Now."
We barely make it upstairs before I press her against the wall in the hallway, my hand sliding under her shirt to cup her breast. She's not wearing a bra, and her nipple is already hard against my palm.
"Fuck, Susanna. You're killing me."
"Good. Now take me to bed and fuck me properly."
I don't need to be told twice.
In the bedroom, I strip her quickly, then myself. She lies back on the bed, her legs falling open in invitation.
"How do you want me?" I ask, my voice rough.
"However you want me. I'm yours."
Those words. Fuck, those words.
I climb onto the bed and flip her onto her stomach. She gasps, then moans as I pull her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees.
"Like this," I say, running my hands over the curve of her ass. "I want you like this so I can see all of you. So I can watch my cock disappear inside you."
"Yes," she breathes. "Please, Teller."
I line myself up and push inside in one smooth thrust. She cries out, her back arching.
"Fuck, you're so tight like this. So perfect."
I start to move, hard and deep. The angle lets me go deeper than before, and she's moaning with every thrust.
"Touch yourself," I command. "Make yourself come on my cock."
Her hand slides between her legs, and I can feel her fingers brushing against my cock as she rubs her clit. The added sensation makes me groan.
"That's it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. Your pussy is gripping me so tight."
"Harder," she begs. "Fuck me harder."
I grip her hips and pound into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She's so wet I can hear it, can feel it dripping down my thighs.
"You're soaking for me," I growl. "You love this, don't you? Love having my cock inside you."
"Yes! God, yes!"
"You're mine, Susanna. This pussy is mine. Say it."
"I'm yours! It's yours! All yours!"
I reach around and replace her hand with mine, rubbing her clit in tight circles. She's close, I can feel it in the way her pussy is fluttering around me.
"Come for me," I demand. "Come on my cock. Let me feel it."
She screams my name as she comes, her whole body shaking. The feeling of her pussy clenching around me triggers my own orgasm. I bury myself deep and come with a roar, filling her with everything I have.
We collapse onto the bed, both of us panting. I pull her against me, spooning her from behind.
"I love you," I murmur into her hair. "So fucking much."
"I love you too."
And for the first time since the restaurant, I believe we're going to be okay.