Chapter 24
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
CARBON
Looking up at my wife, those nails I am truly preoccupied by resting along my cheek and jaw, I know. I know Harry is there with me, as deep in this as I am. She climbed down into the hole I burrowed out within her, and she pushed the ladder out of the hole so we both get to stay forever.
I am not even sure if what we have could be considered obsession anymore. I think we just have our brand of love. The brand we built together, tailored to each of our needs and desires.
My lips trail down her hip bone. I brush the tip of my nose into her mound as I drag my lips along, licking, kissing, worshiping her flesh.
I shift her with my hands, getting her back to the wall as I lift her thigh up, opening her to me.
We get her leg resting over my shoulder as I lean in deep, breathing my wife in.
Nothing has ever smelled better than Harry.
Running my nose and mouth up the length of her center I press my nose into her mound as I wrap my lips around her clit to give her a quick light suck.
Things I have learned about my wife consist of, she likes variation, she likes every time I go down on her to be different, sometimes intense and fast, sometimes slow and drawn out, sometimes a mix.
There are specific things that absolutely get her there, but she likes a varied order to it.
Honestly? It makes it fun a fuck to be between her thighs.
I work her up, knowing that this is just going to be a precursor to fucking her nice and slow.
I set my mind to three for tonight. One on my mouth and two on my cock.
Sliding two fingers into her, I suck then swirl my tongue in over and around her clit before sucking back down.
I put this on repeat but increase the pace until my tongue is doing mostly rapid circling.
Her nails press against my scalp as she grips my head with both hands.
I reach down, giving myself a couple strokes to attempt to alleviate from of the need coursing through me.
Her moans echoing off the tile. My lips slip around her again and I suck as I press the pads of my fingers into that spot along the front wall of her cunt.
Her nails press in harder as her whole-body tenses.
After a moment she cries out and I lick her through her waves keeping my fingers stationary but slowly releasing the pressure on her front wall as she comes down.
I carefully pull her leg from my shoulder, setting it down as I lean into her to hold her weight as I straighten.
Little trembles roll through her as I look down at her, pinning her against the wall, maintaining a firm hold.
Her hand comes up to the side of my face, holding against my cheek.
Neither of us speak, we just look at one another.
Reaching over, I shut the water off and scoop her up.
I wrap a towel around us as I move to the bathroom counter, setting her down, I step back, drying at her body.
I then dry at mine and lift her back up, giving a quick swipe to her backside to make sure it dried too.
“My hair.”
Gently I sweep the shower cap off her head and undo the clip, her hair tumbles down. She frowns, her hand coming up to touch the lower part of her hair.
“It got a little wet, I was dragging my head against the wall and not paying attention. I don’t want the pillows to get wet.”
I chuckle and grab a fresh towel, carrying it with her back to our bedroom. I drape it over the pillows as I shift to my knees, carting both of us up the bed until I can rest her down into the bedding, her damp hair resting on the towel.
She lifts a brow. “It might wet through.”
I chuckle, reaching under her, switching out her pillow from under the towel to one of the big ones that usually resides behind it, I assume for decorative purposes.
You’d have to ask my mother, she chose the bedding and insisted I have these pillows.
I do like that they make it more comfortable to prop myself against the headboard when I work in bed or read.
Her nails come up, scraping lightly along the side of my neck. “You’re quiet.”
My eyes refocus on hers. “I just…” I trail off unsure how to explain.
“Want to focus on the feel.” Looks like she didn’t really need explanation.
I nod. She guides my face down and I take her lips with mine.
I keep it gentle, coaxing her lips apart, sweeping her lips and tongue with my own.
The taste of her, the soft little moan, all of it sends a rolling sensation down my spine that lights me the fuck up. I fucking love this woman.
She reaches between us, her hand wrapping around my insanely hard cock.
Giving a light stroke, letting her nails brush my pelvis up my stomach with the act, dragging a groan from the depth of my chest. Her thighs widen a little more, so she can adjust her hips, tipping them up and shifting her knees forward, my body settles even more perfectly against hers.
She guides me into her body, both of us letting us sink together slowly, each inch I fill her with, her snug center gripping me.
We both moan into the kisses, pulling back just enough to pant against each other.
Her hand slips out from between us, nails dragging up my hip, along my side, making each muscle bunch as they pass. Tingles shooting to my spine as I gust out a groaning breath against her jaw, our eyes locked. Her whispered words fill my heart. “I love the way we fit.”
The slightest nod draws from me as her nails draw a whirl against my spine between my shoulder blades.
I cradle her head in both my hands, her damp hair slipping between my fingers, cooling the heated flesh of my palms. I hold my forearms under her, forcing her back to arch just a little as I inch my knees forward, drawing her thighs wider.
Finally, I offer us both the relief we need, pulling my hips back just a touch, and pushing back forward.
Her head tips back heavily into my cupped hands, her perfect neck elongating.
My eyes drop to the space she told me she would be adding her Old Lady tattoo.
I drag my teeth along it as I keep my hips moving, but in a grinding motion with each bottoming out.
Harry makes the sexiest, breathiest sounds as I thrust deeply into her, bottoming out with each shallow pump.
Reluctantly, I pull one hand from her head, but I know what Harry needs and that is more important that how fucking good it looks to see her beautiful head cradled in my hands.
What will look even more beautiful is to see her cum and it will feel even better to have her do it wrapped around my cock.
Pushing my body up, giving a touch of space between us, I drive into her with longer strokes of my hips.
My fingers dive in, working her clit as I increase the pace.
Her head shifts, her eyes meet mine again, they are so wide, her lips parted.
Her brow pinches as her nails dig into my back.
I can’t help myself and grin. I know exactly what my woman likes, what she needs, and I will always give it to her.
Always. Her whole-body tenses and she cries out my name as her walls clench down on me.
I watch every moment of her peak, the way her brow relaxes, the way her eyes gloss and blink.
I allow myself to feel every part of it too.
The rhythmic roll within her cunt of her muscles, the bite of her nails in my flesh, the gust of her breath on my throat and chin.
I let her breathy sounding Frankie replay over and over in my mind as I slow my hips giving us both a moment.
Dipping my forehead to hers as her nails loosen some on my back.
I breathe in her air as her lips lift in a quiet giggle, a tremble rolling through her. Perfection.
Every-fucking-thing about this woman is absolute fucking perfect.
Her husky voice hits my ears and sets a blaze within me. “More.”
I push up to my knees, her hands fall to my thighs as I position us, keeping her thighs wide so I can see her whole beautiful body.
My hands grip around her hips, lifting her higher, I grab another pillow, tucking it below her hips to keep her spread and her hips high with little effort.
Her perfect nipples crest her perfect fucking tits, tight.
Her gorgeous fucking tattoos coloring her body that I will never tire of.
I splay my hands wide on her chest over the big tattoo I love, then slide my hand down between those tits, over her stomach.
I start to drive my cock into her as my hand keeps a slow spreading movement encompassing over her flesh, my eyes eating up every bit of her.
Her nails press into my thighs as the pads of her fingers tighten on me.
I get my thumb down between her thighs and start a slow circle as I thrust hard but keeping the pace slowed, giving her time to build and giving me some control so I can ensure she gets there again before I fucking lose it in her body.
Her hips lift to meet my thrusts, her soft moans start back up, and I know she is ready for even more. I start to increase the pace, keeping the jolt of my hips firm and deep. Her nails begin to dig, and I increase the pace of my thumb. I finally find my words again.
“Fuck. Sexy girl. Fuck. You are going to fucking kill me.”
She lets out a moaning giggle.
“Look at this pretty little cunt. Look how wide you get for me.”
Her eyes drop. I tip her up more so she can see my cock shuttling in and out of her obscenely spread cunt. She makes a groaning sound that does shit to me, tingling in my balls, but then that could be that her nails have swept back and are now digging into my hips and ass.
“Promise you always have those fucking nails. Dig ‘em in baby. Fuck they feel so fucking good.” I groan as her nails press in deeper and I know I am going to have some scabs. I hope I can feel them when I sit. I crave those little reminders of Harry and her claim over me.
“Frankie,” my name sounds almost like a plea on her lips.
I drive into her harder, our bodies slapping, my thumb working her harder and that little pinch in her brow is back. I grit my teeth holding on, needing her to hit her peak. I refuse to allow myself release until my woman has had her third.
Her nails bite at my ass and I curse through my teeth and give a quick lick to my thumb before circling tightly on her clit more.
Her body tenses, clenching down on my cock so hard, so tight, and I give in as we both go careening over the edge.
She cries out my name again and I am pretty sure I grit out hers or perhaps it was sexy or something else.
Who knows because all of my thoughts center on my balls emptying into the woman below me.
The woman that claimed me. The woman that has allowed me to have her. The woman I vow to always do right by.
My woman.
I sink my body down on hers, going back to cradling her head in both my hands. Her arms and legs wrap around me, holding me so tightly to her.
“I don’t want to crush you,” I pant against the side of her head.
“I want you to crush me,” she pants back.
A chuckle loosens from me as I hold her to me and love the feel of having my whole fucking world in my arms. Both of our bodies calm, but neither of us wanting to move.
Her nails begin a slow and gentle stroke along my back. “Frankie.”
“I should get off of you.” I grumble.
Her hands flatting on my back and hold me tight. “No. Stay. Please.”
My eyes drift closed as I cup her to me tighter, my cock not nearly as soft as it should be considering I just had one of the best cums of my life, but then, I am still inside Harry… so… yeah.
“I just wanted to say something,” she whispers against the side of my head.
“Anything. You can say anything to me. You know that.” I brush my nose against the shell of her ear.
Her arms tighten around me. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
My brain feels a little foggy, I try to think of what she is referring to. I go to lift my head up to look at her, but she tightens on me again. “Just listen.”
I nod.
“You tell me there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for me.
I believe that. I trust that. I… I trust you, Frankie.
I suppose saying I love you is what I am supposed to say right now, but I think you actually understand how big it is for me to tell you I trust you.
I know you will let me decide when it comes to Bobby.
I know you would go to war with my brother if I asked it.
I know all of these things without you necessarily having to say them because I trust you.
I know you are in my corner. I know you choose me.
I trust all of that. I trust this. I trust us.
“I didn’t think I could this fast, this soon, but… you let me guide things with telling everyone. You stepped back and let me do that. You took my brother’s punches. You are always in my fucking corner. Always. You have said it. You have showed it. Now… now I feel it.”
I feel her arms going round me tighter, and some movement behind my back.
She then relaxes her body from mine and I slowly pull up from her, but don’t allow my cock to leave her body just yet.
Her hand wraps around mine, and I see what she is doing in the dim light of our room.
She slips my signet ring back on my finger.
Her eyes meet mine. “I trust this. You and me. This is it. This is what makes me happy. This is what I need. You and me.”
I snatch her up, wrapping my arms around her body tight, holding her to my chest, her ass pressed to my thighs, her cunt cradling my cock. Burying my face in her neck, against the flesh that will hold our tattoo, I thank the universe for not only allowing me Harry, but for allowing her this peace.
“You and me.” I press my lips to her throat. “Forever.”