Chapter 34 #2
"We are." I crouch in front of her and take her left foot in my hands. "You've been on your feet all night. Give me a minute."
I press my thumbs into her arch and she melts backward into the cushions with a sound that goes straight to my cock. Low and throaty. If this is how she sounds when she’s feeling pleasure, I’m going to be hooked on her.
"Konstantin." She tests my name again, slower this time, like she's savoring it. "You really don't have to be sweet. I'm a sure thing at this point."
“Hmm.” I switch to the other foot and she shivers. "I'm doing this because I want to."
Her blue eyes open and she looks at me like I’m a prize. The tight sensation that fills my chest rises a notch.
I set her foot down and push the hem of her bridesmaid dress up her thighs. She doesn't stop me. The lilac lace bunches around her hips and her underwear is a thin scrap of nude fabric.
Fuck, her panties are already dark with how wet she is.
"Fuck, baby." My voice comes out rougher than I planned. "All that from a foot rub?"
"From everything." She hooks her fingers in the straps of her dress and pulls them down. The bodice drops and her tits spill free, full and heavy with pale pink nipples already stiff. She’s gorgeous. "You've been making me insane since the bar. Have you seen yourself lately?"
I lean forward and press my mouth to her stomach just above her waistband.
She gasps and her fingers find my hair, dragging through it.
I kiss lower, following the edge of the fabric, and she smells incredible.
Warm skin, something floral, and underneath all of it the sharp sweet scent of a woman who needs to be fucked.
God damn. She makes my mouth water.
I pull her underwear down and toss them behind me. Her knees start to close and I catch her thighs, pushing them apart.
"Don't hide." I look up at her from between her legs. "I want all of you. Let me see my feast."
Pink floods her cheeks but she lets her knees fall open. She's swollen and slick and gorgeous. The sight of her spread out for me makes my brain go completely offline for 3 full seconds.
Trailing my fingers up the inside of her thighs, I lean in, dragging my tongue up her slit.
Her back arches off the couch so hard I have to grip her hips to keep her steady. The taste of her hits me like a sucker punch, sweet and tangy, so fucking good that I groan against her skin.
Just one taste and I already know this flavor is going to ruin me.
"Oh my god." She buries her hands in my hair and pulls me closer. A woman who knows her own appetites. Fucking delicious. "Konstantin, oh my god."
I lick her again, slower, taking my time.
My tongue circles her clit in lazy strokes and her hips roll against my face.
She's vocal. She's so fucking vocal that I can feel every moan vibrating through her thighs, can see the words forming on her lips when she tips her head back and says my name like it's the only thing left in her vocabulary.
For a guy who misses half of what people say to him, a woman who's loud in bed is a goddamn gift.
I slide two fingers inside her and she clenches around me instantly. Hot, tight, drenched. I curl my fingers against the spot that makes her whole body jolt and suck her clit into my mouth.
She surprises me by coming immediately. Her thighs clamp around my head, her back bows, and she grabs the arm of the couch with one hand and my hair with the other. She’s so wet that I slurp at her pussy as she rides out the orgasm. A woman that knows what she likes.
And a sensitive trigger, to boot. What a treat for me. I can only hope that she lets me try to give her another chance to make her orgasm.
When Sable's still trembling, I stand and strip my jacket, my shirt, my belt. She watches from the couch with hazy eyes and swollen lips, her dress shoved around her waist, her legs still open. The way she stares at my chest and my arms and the tattoos covering both of them makes my cock ache.
"You are absurdly attractive," she says. Her voice sounds wrecked. "Like, it's offensive."
"Glad you think so." I shove my pants and boxers down and her gaze drops. Her eyes widen.
"Oh." She swallows hard. "That's... massive."
I step between her legs and cup her jaw, tipping her face up to mine. "Scared?"
"Thrilled." She reaches for me and wraps her hand around my shaft. I hiss through my teeth. She’s not the only one with a sensitive trigger. Her grip is firm, confident as her thumb swipes over the head, spreading the precum there.
I strip off her dress, leaving her bare and perfect before my hungry gaze. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sable.”
She shivers, looking up at me with excitement. She nibbles on her lush lower lip. "I'm on the pill. And I just got tested. Unless you want to use something?"
I always use something. That's my rule. I’ve never once found it hard to follow. But right now, looking down at this woman with her hand on my cock. and her blue eyes on my face. The idea of putting anything between us feels physically wrong.
What’s one time?
"I don’t need a condom as long as you’re okay without one." I pull her to the edge of the couch so her ass is right at the cushion, her legs spread wide around my hips. "I want to feel all of you."
I line myself up and push in slow, watching her face the entire time. Her mouth drops open. Her eyes go wide. Her hands grip my forearms hard enough to leave half-moon marks from her nails. The hot silk of her pussy around my bare cock nearly kills me before I've even started.
"Fuck." I bottom out and hold still, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ache. "Sable."
"Move." She breathes it against my throat. "Please, Konstantin, move."
I pull back and thrust in deep. She cries out loud enough that I feel it vibrate through her chest where it presses against mine.
Her tits bounce with the force. Fuck. I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth.
It’s a bit awkward because I’m so tall, but she grabs my head and holds me there like she's afraid I'll stop.
I lick her pussy? She comes right away. I fuck her? She begs me to move. Touch her nipple? She all but forces me closer. Everything about this woman is made for me.
Fuck, we should be doing this in a proper bed. Holding her against my body, I muscle off the couch. “Change of venue.”
Sable doesn’t stop moving her hips or kissing my ear. I’m not entirely sure that she even knows that I’m relocating us. Marching us to the bed, I bounce onto the middle of the mattress and continue fucking Sable like it’s my goddamn job.
We find a rhythm fast. No fumbling, no renegotiation of limbs, no awkward pause where someone shifts wrong and the whole thing stalls out.
She rolls her hips to meet every thrust like we've been doing this for years.
I fuck her deep and steady with my hands gripping her waist and my eyes locked on her face because that's how I can read her. That's how I know she's close.
And she is close. Her pupils are blown wide, her mouth is open, her stomach muscles are clenching with every stroke. I shift the angle, hitching her leg higher on my hip, and she gasps so hard her whole body locks.
"Right there." She grabs my face with both hands so I can see her lips clearly. "Konstantin, right there, don't you dare stop. You’re so deep."
I don't stop. I fuck her at that exact angle with that exact depth and she comes apart, her pussy clenching so tight around my cock that I see white. She's loud when she comes, she screams.
With my implant in, the sound doesn't land the way it would for a hearing person. It’s sharper, more screechy, less filtered. When she cries out against my ear, it's not just loud. It electrifies my whole body.
I’m too close to the edge to care, though. I follow Sable 3 pumps later, burying myself as deep as I can get, my forehead dropping to her shoulder as I empty inside her. My orgasm seems endless for several long moments.
“Fuck,” Sable breathes. “That was…”
I kiss her, trying to put all of the words for what I’m feeling into it. Amazing. Earth-shattering. The best sex I’ve had in ages.
Maybe ever?
At length, I pull out, lying beside her.
I draw her body closer. I should tell her what I actually want, which is to fall asleep with her body against mine.
But she curls into me naturally, her head on my chest, her breathing already slowing.
I pull the covers over us. She makes a small, contented sound that I feel more than hear.
Normally, I’d take off the processor, the curved plastic piece that hooks behind my ear. It's attached to a small disc by a thin cable, and the disc clings to my skull with a magnet. Without it, I can't hear shit. But with Sable here, I hesitate.
What if she needs to wake me? What if she’s forgotten that I need to read her lips? What if, what if.
I can charge the battery tomorrow.
Right after I ask her when I can see her again. I’ve never felt this kind of electric connection with anyone before.
Right now, Sable is falling asleep on my chest. I brush a piece of her cornsilk hair behind her ear; her breathing deepens, her lips parting slightly.
In the morning, I’ll order breakfast from room service and ask her for her number. I’ll ask her last name. I’ll plead with her to let me wine and dine her.
Shit, I didn’t even ask where she lives. But that’s not the point. I’ve made up my mind already.
She's going to be mine. I just have to be patient.
I fall asleep with my hand on her hip and my face in her hair. She smells like wine and perfume and sex and something warm. I could get used to this.
I wake up at 5 a.m. and the bed is cold.
My hand reaches for her before my eyes open, patting the empty sheets where her body should be. The pillow still has the indent of her head. The room still smells like her perfume. Her gold sandals are gone from the floor. The lilac dress is gone from the back of the couch.
Fuck. Fuck! I sit on the edge of the mattress and stare at the empty side of the bed.
I fucked up. Last night, I should have told her that I wanted to see her again.
I should have said the words while she was still warm and soft against my chest, instead of saving them for the morning.
I should have asked for her number before I fell asleep, should have typed it into my phone right there, should have done literally anything other than trust that tomorrow would be a given.
But I'm going to find her.
I'll find her. And this time I won't wait until morning to ask her to be mine.