Chapter 19 Holt #2
Heart racing, I pull my fingers out of her and sit up on my knees. “I want you to taste yourself.” I place my fingers against her lips. “I want you to taste yourself and what I can make you do.”
She obeys, licking my fingers. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s still trying to catch her breath, but there’s a fire in her eyes. I can tell she wants more. Craves more.
“I love seeing this side of you, Wallflower. Keep showing it to me.”
I slide back until my feet hit the floor, then I’m grabbing her ankles and flipping her over. She lets out a yelp as her front hits the mattress. I stare at her, admiring her backside in silence. She’s panting, her head hanging between her tied arms.
The black ink along the length of her spine causes me to freeze. The words are permanently marked in Italian—a language I happen to know well.
Ma l'amore... è solo un'illusione
But love… it’s only an illusion.
The phrase is etched in fine print. I’ve seen it before, revealed in the many open-back dresses and bathing suits I’ve seen her wear over the years, but I’ve never paid much attention to it before now.
I’ve never been as close to it as I am right here.
Not enough to fully comprehend the intricate Italian script.
I read her tattoo repeatedly in my head, wondering the meaning behind it and why Selene chose it, but I don’t stay on the thought for long, because I’ve never wanted her more.
“I know I keep saying this, but I don’t think I’ve ever meant it more than I do now.” My eyes rake over her body, down to her perfect ass. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on.”
I watch the muscles in her back and sides move as she swallows, catching her breath. Ten seconds pass before she’s cutting through the silence.
“Please, Holt,” she begs, then she’s trying to speak over her shoulder. “Spank me.”
I’m unbuttoning my shirt when I stop halfway through. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” her voice strains. “I want you to spank me. Please.”
I finish unbuckling my belt and unzip my pants before sliding them and my boxer briefs off, then press one knee into the mattress.
“Only if you’re ready,” I tell her, stroking my cock. I need relief, and I need it fast. I’ve imagined spanking Selene so many times. I need to make sure she wants this as much as I do.
"I'm ready," she says, still breathing hard. Maybe it’s the anticipation of it all, but I know Selene wouldn’t make the request unless she was absolutely certain this is what she wanted.
She shivers as I slide my palm along her spine and bend to kiss her round cheek before I’m lifting her to her knees. Her perfect round ass is on full display for me, directly in my face.
“Your cunt is still dripping for me.” I slide my hand along the inside of her thighs, sweeping my fingers along the wetness coating her skin. I gently part her legs, urging her to separate them.
“Please, Holt.”
Adrenaline courses through my veins as I slink closer to her. I center the tip off my cock against her backside and drag my crown along her slit, coating myself with her wetness.
She sighs, dipping her head. I tease her entrance, and she moans.
Then I pull my hand back and smack her ass.
Crack!
She yelps as her back arches before dropping her head in a pant.
A spark lights in my chest, and I pause, waiting for her reaction. A red imprint of my fingers blooms across her cheek and, fuck, I might just come right now before I’m even inside her.
“Are you okay, Wallflower?” I soothe my hand over the spot, worried she wasn’t ready.
“Yes,” she says confidently. She glances over her shoulder, blowing the hair away from her face. “Again. Do it again.”
I give her a wicked grin, soothing my hand over her ass again. “As you wish, Wallflower. But not again until I sink myself into this pretty cunt of yours.”
Pulling back, I drive myself inside her. She cries out, lifting her head, and pulling on the tie. I grip onto her hips, steadying her as I pull back and drive back in.
She feels so fucking good.
This is how I’ve always wanted her. I want to watch her come undone.
I want to watch her bare and vulnerable just for me.
Seeing her this way and being with her like this cracks open a piece of myself I’ve kept locked away.
The piece that cares for another person, heart, body, and soul.
I’ve pined over Selene Walker for years, but I never thought it would feel like this.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her. “Slam that perfect ass into me, Selene. Take all of me, inch for inch.”
She grunts as she obeys my request. I grow delirious, riding on a fucking high. Her tits bounce beneath her, and her hair falls around her shoulders as I fuck her from behind. With every thrust, I feel her getting closer.
“I’m going to come again…” she moans.
Her pussy tightens around me, and I feel the same. I take my opportunity and spank her again. This time, a little harder than the last.
“Fuck!” she cries out. “That feels good.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Not wasting any more time. I spank her again.
Then I lose all self-control. I drive myself in and out of her until she’s quivering against me.
She screams my name, and I hold onto her, continuing to pump in and out of her as heat pools in my lower belly.
My legs tingle and my arms hum with electricity.
Her pussy walls contract, and that’s all it takes before I’m coming inside her.
I still, holding onto her tightly as I finish riding out my orgasm.
When I’ve finished, we’re both left panting.
Her head hangs lazily between her tied arms. Pulling out of her, I crawl up beside her, undo the tie, and let her lay against me on the bed.
She rests her head on my chest, catching her breath.
I stare at the ceiling, knowing we’ve crossed another line. Another path of no return.
Knowing Selene’s mind, I press my fingers under her chin and pull her to look up at me.
“Selene,” I whisper her name, my pulse racing.
Her soft eyes look tired but also satisfied.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask, my voice cracking. It feels incredible to be with her like this, but the thought of having hurt her in the process tears me up inside.
“No.” She inches forward and rests her chin over her hand pressed to my chest as I brush loose strands of hair away from her sticky skin. “You didn’t hurt me.”
I smile and pull her up until I’m able to press a soft kiss to her mouth. “I’m glad because I don’t think I could live with myself if I hurt you.”
Her small grin fades, and her eyes soften, distancing.
“Hey…” I tell her, urging her to look back at me.
Her stomach grumbles, and then her cheeks redden even deeper. “Oh, my God.” She groans, burying her face in her hands. “Could I be more embarrassing?”
“You need to eat.” I chuckle, looking up at the ceiling before back to her.
She narrows her eyes. “You aren’t going to feed me toast again, are you?”
I shift underneath her until I’ve gripped her ass and slapped it lightly before taking a handful of her flesh and pulling her against me. “What, you didn’t like me feeding you toast?”
“Oh.” Her grin reaches her sparkling green eyes. “You feeding me, I liked. The dry toast… not so much.”
I laugh then grip the back of her head, bringing her deliciously gorgeous mouth to mine. “Better food, we can arrange, Wallflower. Whatever you want.”
Fuck, I’m in Heaven.