Chapter 37
For the first time in almost twenty years, I was weightless. Unburdened, accepted, and chosen despite everything.
All thanks to one woman.
Lifting Livi effortlessly off the ground, her legs securing themselves around my waist, pushing her dress up to her waist. The globes of her peachy ass filled my palms, holding her in place while her lips moved from mine and skimmed along my jaw.
Moving across the room, she rolled her tongue down the column of my throat, stirring my cock to attention and pressing firmly against her core.
She ground down, desperately seeking friction. I tipped my head back as her covered cunt rubbed slowly against my straining cock.
A whimper, that fucking heavenly sound, flowed past her lips.
“I could listen to that sound all day,” I said before claiming her mouth again, my tongue exploring, tasting, and savoring every bit of her.
Hell would freeze over before I grew tired of that taste.
She clawed at my T-shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it to the side. Her nails bit into my biceps, no doubt leaving marks, while she went back to continuing her assault on my neck.
And merde, I loved it.
Moving deeper into the room, I didn’t stop until we were in the ensuite.
Putting her down, I reached behind me and twisted the lever for the shower. Water burst into life from the rainfall showerhead, and steam began to fill the room.
Curiosity bloomed in her lust-heavy gaze.
I grabbed the hem of her dress and worked it off her. I felt like a boy at Christmas, unwrapping the present he had waited his entire life for.
Inch by inch, her warm skin became exposed.
Standing in nothing but a lace pink thong and a pair of high heels, I couldn’t look away.
My very own goddamn slice of heaven.
Every part of her, from her thick curvy hips that I wanted to sink my teeth into, to her stomach that she attempted to hide by crossing her arms.
A hot streak of anger flashed through me at any man, any fucking imbecile that ever made her feel anything other than beautiful.
I took her hands away from her stomach. “Please don’t hide yourself away, Peaches. Especially from me. Because to me? You’re the single most stunning person to grace my life.”
Blinking quickly, she dropped her hands to her side.
“You’re so beautiful,” I praised. “Say it back. Tell me you’re beautiful.”
Her throat bobbed. “I’m beautiful.”
“Louder, Peaches.”
“I’m beautiful,” she repeated loudly.
“Atta girl.”
Pink blush swept across her face as her smile knocked the breath from my lungs. How was it possible for her to continue to take my breath away?
She was so fucking divine.
And so fucking mine.
Freeing myself of my glasses, trousers, and boxers, Livi slipped her underwear and high heels off in unison. Arousal slicked the lips of her bare cunt. The sight alone made me want to drop to my knees and bury my head between her legs right there.
Instead, I guided her into the shower with me, closing the door and trapping us both in the steamy glass box.
Watching the water cascade down her, dripping from her breasts and glistening against her skin, I took a moment to appreciate how goddamn lucky I truly was.
Livi had every right to walk away, far fucking away, but she chose to stay.
And if it wasn’t for her bringing the light back into my life, I’d still be lost fumbling in the darkness.
In two strides, I was atop of her. Hands pushing the wet strands of hair from her face, my lips consumed her as I pushed her back against the shower wall.
“I have no idea what I did to deserve you,” I groaned into her mouth. “But I don’t care, because now that I have you? There’s not a chance I am letting you go.”
Her body trembled, hips pushing forward, seeking mine.
Slowly, I broke away and lowered myself to my knees before her. Grabbing her hips, I kissed lazily along her stomach until her body froze, and for a brief moment, I thought she might stop me.
I continued kissing along her soft skin, my lips not leaving a single inch of her stomach untouched.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, a soft moan gathering in her throat. Chewing her bottom lip, she squeezed her thighs together as my lips moved downward.
“Look at me,” I said, the tip of my tongue teasing along her slit, causing her body to wriggle in anticipation. “Eyes on me, Peaches.”
Daring to look down from between soaked lashes, she finally met my gaze.
Grabbing her left ankle, I positioned her foot to rest on my shoulder. “Merde, I wish you could see how you look right now.”
Her cheeks flushed, my fingers working their way up her inner thigh until they skimmed her soaking cunt lightly.
“Elliott,” she whimpered. “Please. I need you so much.”
“I know, Peaches. You’re being so good for me right now, such a good girl.”
She closed her eyes and whimpered.
“My good girl.”
She arched her back, her cunt coming a breath away from my mouth.
“Remember, eyes on me.” I waited until she did what I said before flicking her clit with my tongue. “Goddamn, you taste fucking unreal.”
She kept her attention locked on me, her brown hues dripping with lust and desperate, silent pleas for me to continue.
Staring up at her, I wanted nothing more than to make her happy. I wanted to do it for the rest of my life.
“I love you,” I confessed without warning.
Her eyes went wide.
Not waiting for her to say it back—hell, I didn’t expect her to say it—I buried my head right between her legs.
Sucking her clit between my teeth, her arousal mixed with the shower water filled my mouth. Circling the bundle of nerves with my tongue, I plunged two fingers deep inside her.
She cried out, hips grinding down to meet my tongue pace for pace as her nails found my skull to balance herself.
Lapping along her clit, my taste buds burst into life, burning the sweet taste of her into my memory and senses.
Twisting my fingers deeper inside her, hooking on the spot that made her whimper uncontrollably, I continued sucking until her nails dug deeper into my scalp.
“Oh fuck! Right there! Ahh!” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop—”
“Just like that?” I hummed against her clit.
“Ohmyfuckingchrist. Please don’t stop. Fucccck!”
She didn’t need to ask me twice.
Not relenting for a breath, happy to drown in her, I ate her cunt like it was my last meal on earth.
Her mouth fell open while she chanted my name like a forgotten prayer. Jerking against the shower wall, her toes curling on my shoulder, an orgasm rolled through her and soaked my lips.
I took every drop she had to offer, not removing my tongue from her dripping cunt until her body went limp.
“I think I’m dead.” Her shaking hands pushed wet hair back from her face. “Is it possible to die from an orgasm? Medically speaking?”
I chuckled. “Fuck, I hope not, because I’m not done with you yet.”
Teeth sank into her bottom lip as a fire reignited in those brown eyes. “Oh, really?”
Getting to my feet, I grab my painfully throbbing cock and jerk it twice. “How would you like it, Peaches? Do you want me to stretch that pretty cunt of yours? Or do you want me to fill your mouth until my cum is dripping down your chin?”
She licked her lips. “I want to taste you.”
Fuck.
“Get on your knees.”
She didn’t so much as blink as her knees met the floor.
“Open your mouth.”
“Let me taste you,” she whispered before doing as commanded. “Fuck my mouth. Make it all yours.”
If she kept talking like that, I’d be lucky to last two seconds.
Blinking water away, she kept her eyes locked on mine as I rested the tip of my cock on her bottom lip. Her tongue welcomed me first, teasingly licking the precum already leaking from me.
Goddamn, it felt so fucking good.
I groaned, my hips jerking forward, wanting more. Livi smirked in return before she slowly took my cock between her full lips. Her warm, wet mouth welcomed half of me, her nostrils flaring as she took a second to adjust to the girth.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, needing something to center me, to stop me falling right over the edge and emptying myself on the spot.
My legs nearly went out the second her tongue swirled around my tip.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed.
Moaning along my pulsing cock, the vibrations shot through me. Her hand wrapped around the bottom of my shaft, working another inch into her mouth while her other deliciously wicked hand cradled my balls.
Suddenly, she took me all the way, her nose pressing against my stomach. I almost bottomed out when her cheeks hollowed and sucked me deeply.
Black dots clouded my sight.
“Christ, Peaches, you have no idea what you do to me.” I fisted her hair tighter.
The base of my spine tightened, my ears drumming violently while all I could do was watch the woman I loved work her mouth up and down my cock.
An image I wanted to remember forever.
Rolling her tongue along the underside of my cock, spit dribbling down her chin before she moaned softly and took every inch of me to the back of her throat.
“You take me so well, Peaches,” I groaned. “So, goddamn well, and so goddamn perfect, like I was fucking made for you. Only you.”
My resolve started to crumble as she massaged my balls, her mouth moving back and forth with increased frenzy.
And when she spread her knees apart, her hand on my shaft diving down between her legs to reveal her glistening cunt to me, I was a fucking goner.
Her hand on my balls grabbed my shaft and continued to pump my cock with the same place while she reared her head back.
“Cover me,” she commanded. “Make my mouth, my face, my tits, every part of me yours.” She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.
Heat radiated in the base of my spine, my legs locking. I tossed my head back and shot every drop I had into her open mouth.
Lying her tongue flat, she let my ropes of cum coat and drip off her tongue onto her soaking wet chest.
She beamed up at me whilst proudly smearing my cum across her pierced nipples, ensuring every inch of her breasts were painted with me.
A fucking vision.
Helping her to her feet, I grabbed the bottle of soap and lathered it into my hands before working it into her skin. I took my time, massaging every part of her, etching her body into my fingertips.
Once we were both clean, I wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed, where we both curled up beneath the thick duvet.
We lay there in silence, our bodies wrapped around each other. Her head nestled against my chest, while I traced the curve of her spine.
“I quit my job today.”
My fingers stilled.
“Told my mother that I was done the minute we get back to New York.” She tilted her head up to me. “She’s never going to give up her control over the company—over me. It’s the only way I’ll ever be free.”
“How do you feel?”
A beat of silence passed before she said, “A little scared to be starting all over again by myself, but more than that, I feel like I have control over my own life.”
“As scary as it feels right now, trust me, you did the right thing.” Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I inhaled deeply. “I’m so goddamn proud of you, Livi.”
Two dimples pierced her flushed cheeks.
“Dare I ask how your mother took the news?”
“Didn’t hang around long enough to find out,” she laughed softly. “But on the cab ride back, I emailed my friend Stevie a copy of my original contract with Fernando. She’s a lawyer, a freaking good one too, and my family hates her, so it’s a win-win.”
“Hopefully, your mother and Fernando will be civil about the whole thing, and you can all move on.”
Doubt it.
Her family was like a plague of locusts on her life. They took and took from her until only a husk remained.
“Just remember, starting over isn’t always a bad thing, and whatever I can do to help you, I will.”
Chewing the corner of her bottom lip, she mused, “I’ve actually been thinking that I want to travel.”
“Is that so?”
“Going to Monaco with you made me realize that I put a lot of my life on hold for other people,” she continued. “I don’t want to do that anymore.”
I grinned like the love-sick fool I was.
“Once this wedding is over and done, and we are back home, I want to start living for me again.”
“Why stick around for the wedding? We could leave right now, catch the next flight back to New York?”
“Tempting,” she hummed. “But we’re here now, might as well see this circus through to the end.”
“You know you don’t have to,” I said. “Say the word, wolf howl, and I will take you away from all of this.”
Pushing herself up, her lips found mine. “Always saving me.”
Kissing back her softly, my knuckles stroked the apple of her cheek.
“I’m playing my part for my family one last time,” she said quietly. “But once this wedding is done, I am choosing myself.”
My brows knitted together in concern.
“It’s okay, trust me.” She smiled against my mouth. “The second we land back in New York, I’m going to focus on building a new life. One filled with happiness, travelling, fun, being that little bit selfish, and love.”
“You deserve every bit of that sort of life,” I declared. “And like I said, I’m so fucking proud of you for putting yourself first.”
She curled herself against my chest once again, and before long, the soft sounds of her falling asleep filled the room.
“Merde, I love you,” I whispered into the darkness. “And I hope that whatever new life you build has room for me, too.”