Chapter 29 #3
“Yes. I want everything with you. The real you. All of it.”
“Then, yeah,” I say quietly. “Okay.”
She helps me out of my shirt and pants with careful hands, but her gaze is hot on me. She doesn’t hesitate or look sorry for me and doesn’t look away for even a second.
My cock is only half hard, heavy against my thigh. Insecurity flares hot and ugly in my chest, the familiar voice whispering that this broken, unreliable body isn’t good enough for her.
She leans down and kisses my stomach, soft and open-mouthed, then lower, right above the base of my cock. Her fingers wrap around me, stroking slowly.
I forget to breathe or even how to.
Nobody except me has done that in so long that my brain doesn’t know what to do with it.
Fuck.
“Lennon.”
“You’re so damn sexy,” she whispers.
Now I know what she meant when she said my words make her do stupid stuff, because I would do just about anything for her right now.
Speaking of…
I slide my hand between her thighs now that she’s kneeling beside me and push a finger into her heat. When I circle her clit with my thumb, she shudders and rocks against my hand.
“Ridge, I have to concentrate here,” she breathes out, voice shaky with pleasure.
“Same.” Her perfect pussy distracts me a little, but the insecurity spikes again when I see my cock still isn’t fully hard yet, a reminder that my body needs help to do what it used to do effortlessly.
“Do you have a cock ring here?” she asks, still working herself on my finger.
I moan when she squeezes me just right. “Nightstand drawer.”
She grabs the ring and lube I keep there and wastes no time squeezing a considerable amount of it into her palm, slicking me up with steady strokes. Every touch makes me twitch, but I’m still not fully there, and the familiar shame curls hot in my gut.
“I’m sorry it’s not easier. That you have to work this hard just to—”
She cuts me off with a kiss. “Stop. I love this.” Her hand tightens around me, stroking more firmly, thumb gliding over the head. “I think it’s hot. You’re so big and pretty.”
The praise lands somewhere deep enough that I look away like a coward. I’ve spent eight years learning how to live with a body that doesn’t cooperate, never dreaming of someone ever telling me it was beautiful.
Lennon’s eyes are hungry on me, drifting from her hand working my cock up to my face and back down again.
Nobody has ever looked at me like that.
I make a noise, and Lennon’s gaze snaps to mine.
“Hey.” Her free hand catches my jaw gently while the other keeps pace. “There you are.”
I let out a rough laugh.
“Sweetheart, if you keep talking like that, I’m going to become completely insufferable.”
Her smile softens. “Too late.”
“Kiss me, please.”
She does immediately, and my cock twitches, thickening further in her grip. She smiles against my mouth and slowly works the cock ring down my shaft, the pressure snug and perfect once it settles at the base. The sudden tightness makes me groan low in my chest.
Fuck.
When did it ever feel this good?
Never.
I’m fully hard now, throbbing and aching, but she keeps stroking me slowly, spreading more lube, while her other hand slides through my chest hair as she leans down to kiss me again.
“Perfect,” she whispers. “You feel perfect in my hand. Can I feel you inside me now?”
“What a fucking question. Yes. Always yes to that.”
She straddles me with flushed cheeks and an excited smile, lines me up, and sinks slowly.
The first inch pulls a guttural sound from my throat.
Holy-fucking-shit.
She’s tight, hot, perfect. I fist the sheets, fighting the urge to come already, but it’s almost impossible.
She rests her forehead against mine, breathing with me as she takes me deeper. Sweat beads on my skin, and her breath is shaky against my lips.
“You’re everything I ever wanted,” I whisper, letting the thoughts flow freely. “Everything. If I could never dream again, never walk in dreams, and never build again, but have you in waking life, I would choose this over everything. Please tell me you’ll stay with me.”
Her entire face softens. “I’ll always stay with you, Ridge.”
She starts to ride me with slow rolls of her hips, forehead pressed to mine again while our breaths mingle. I grip her neck, her hair, pull her into one deep, messy kiss after another, while every slide of her body around me is heaven and torture.
“I’m not… I can’t… Fuck, I’m about to come already.”
“Ridge, I can still taste my cum on your lips because you made me come so hard. I want to repay the favor.”
With the next move of her hips, it hits me like a freight train, and I come hard. It’s fucking overwhelming, and all I can do is groan her name into her mouth as I spill deep inside her.
She kisses me through it, and when there is nothing left in me, she whispers against my lips, “I love you.”
“I love you more,” I breathe out when my ears stop ringing.
She stays on top of me, gently rocking through the aftershocks, then asks softly, “Was it okay?”
I huff a tired, happy laugh and pull her down to my chest.
“Better than I could have ever dreamed.”