42. Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Two
“Have you decided on the dress, yet, babe?” Tom asks me from the living room sofa where he’s watching the evening news. “You’ve been in there for hours.”
I look down at the mess of clothes laid out on the bed, deciding to go for the red strapless mini dress I bought a few months ago but never actually worn. “I think I’ll just go with this,” I say, slipping it on and walking out of the bedroom to where he is. “What do you think?”
He turns to look at me, then stands, slowly walking over to me, a wicked grin on his handsome face. “No way you’re going out wearing that thing, Lisa. You’re practically naked, babe. Half your boobs are hanging out.”
“I am? Why do you say that?” I tease. “I’ve got a bra and panties on and it’s not—”
He stops the words by bringing his mouth down hard on me, tasting me slow at first, then deepening the kiss and I feel him harden against me as our breathing changes. “No fucking way you’re wearing that outside,” he whispers again, putting his hands on my back, slowly lowering the long zipper until the silk fabric falls around my feet, leaving me only in my lace bra and panties.
A second later, he frees my breasts, bending over to suckle on my nipple while his hand slips under my panties, finding its way to my heated core. I lean against him, putting my hand atop his crotch and rubbing his cock over his jeans. “Are you testing me, sweetheart?” he breathes against my neck, peppering wet kisses while his fingers work me so well. “Haven’t I warned you enough times already? Bad girls get punished.”
I rub him harder, lean against him closer as he pulls my hair to the side, nuzzling on the side of my throat while I’m slowly coming undone under his touch.
“Yes, you have, baby. I will be a good girl, I promise,” I tease, as he moves lower, between my breasts, sucking on my nipples hard. “Oh, god, Tom, I’m coming, please don’t stop!”
He only growls as he fingers me harder, sliding in and out of me until I’m crying out loud.
“Come for me, baby. Yes, just like that, yeah…”
And I do. I coat his palm with my juices, and he steadies me when my knees go weak, holding me up.
“Damn it, woman, you’ve made me so fucking hard. I’m going to fuck your pussy, now, Lisa, baby. And then I’m going to fuck your tight little ass and then I’m going to fill you up with my cum and leave you dripping of me all night long. Tell me how much you want me to do that.”
“Yes, Tom, I want you inside me,” I pant, desperate for him to fuck me.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart. Fuck. Look at this fucking pussy dripping for me.”
He brings his fingers to my mouth, right under my nose, making me smell my desire and I want this torture to end.
“Fuck me, Tom. Please,” I beg, desperate for the feel of him inside me. It’s been two days since he last made love to me and it feels like a lifetime.
He turns me around, pinning me against the wall, and when he pushes inside me a moment later, my eyes flood with tears and I bite my lips to keep from crying out loud as he pulls out halfway and slides back in, his arms cradling my waist as he takes what has always been his with newfound urgency and desire and I feel more alive than I’ve ever been these past few months and more in love with him than ever before.
When he pulls out of me, kneeling behind me and burying his face between my thighs, eating me out, a cry escapes me as I feel myself on the verge of release.
“Oh, Christ! Tom, fuck, oh my god, yes!”
I come all over his tongue and he uses all my moisture to push into my ass, slowly, inch by inch until I stretch around him.
“Fuck, Lisa, baby, I love how you take my cock. I’m going to come. I’m going to come inside your ass, baby, here I go, fuck…”
I brace myself against the wall as I welcome his final thrusts and when his warmth fills me, my tears spill down my cheeks and he knows.
“What is it? What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?”
He pulls out and his warmth spills out of me, and I am breaking down inside his arms, just like I did all those years ago when he first made love to me.
“I’m so sorry, Tom.” My tears are flowing freely now as he holds me tight. “I’m the one who hurt you, baby. I’m sorry.”
And just like I knew he would, he whispers the only thing that’s ever mattered. “I love you, Lisa. Nothing else matters. You’ve got me for life, baby.”