Chapter 31 Heston
HESTON
I regret telling her to do this the moment Hattie is between my legs, and the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. Heavy breaths blow out of my nose while I bite down on my molars to preserve what little control I have left.
Pulling all of her hair into my hands and holding it on the back of her head with a borderline punishing grip was supposed to help keep her pace at a manageable level for me. Instead, she hums in pleasure while I’m still in her mouth, and I have to throw my head back with a deep groan.
Hattie is sucking like her life depends on it, and I’m forced to snap my gaze back down.
Her fucking cheeks are hollowed out. I instantly clench my fists full of her hair and pull her off my dick.
She gasps for air and looks up at me so sweet, so damn gorgeous, that I almost blow, right then and there, just from the sight.
“You want me to come down your throat after ninety seconds?” I ask her, aggravated with myself and yet more turned on than I ever thought possible. “Because that’s what’s going to happen if you take every inch of me like that again.” I shake my head as she smirks. “Greedy little mouth.”
Either she’s not taking me seriously, or she simply doesn’t care, because she lowers her upper body to stretch her lips over my tip again.
Jacking off in the shower when I couldn’t take the painful images of her body in my head anymore worked in a pinch since she’s been gone.
Unfortunately, going that long without so much as a touch from her or anyone else has done a number on my stamina.
With a frustrated growl escaping my throat, I release her hair to hold the sides of her head instead. She lifts to nearly close her mouth around the tip, but I push past her lips again, thrusting up. Her hands curl into the sheets on either side of us.
I’m so down bad for this woman that almost all of my thoughts revolve around how much I love her. Maybe most guys wouldn’t admit that, but I know I tend to feel things pretty deeply and emotionally when it comes to her.
But not right now. I’m not thinking about anything sweet or passionate as I fuck her mouth. I’m losing my mind over how goddamn sexy my girl is. How hot and wet her mouth feels. How I’m seconds from combusting when her eyes water and a single tear slips from the outer corner.
“Mine,” I say with a groan.
With a possessive grip, I hold her in place, pushing in one last time.
Holy fuck.
Holy fucking shit.
My chest caves in as she drinks me down. I can’t help but shake when she suctions her lips over the tip, and brings her hands up to my thighs, smoothing them upward.
When she finally lifts her mouth off of me, I fall back and crash into the pillow in a relieved mix of agony and bliss.
My muscles ripple and contract beneath her touch as she continues to roam her hands upward. It’s so gentle and tender compared to my racing pulse that I have to blink several times from how overwhelmingly good it feels.
Our hands wrap together as Hattie sinks into the spot next to me with a contented sigh. It's far more intimate than when we’re in the throes of sex, but I like that about us. We’re rough when we want to be and soft right after. We’re everything.
I missed it.
“Come here,” I say.
Hattie lifts the comforter, tucks into my side, and pulls the covers over us. I’m too damn hot to need a blanket right now, but I like being under them with her next to me, so I don’t push them off. My arm wraps around her, and she flattens her cheek on my chest.
“Fall asleep with me.”
I feel her smile against my skin. “Okay.”