Chapter 5 #2
"Then I'm going to make you come on my tongue until you can't remember anyone else's name." I kiss down her stomach, my beard scraping against her soft skin. "And when you're shaking and begging and completely undone, I'm going to fuck you until neither of us can think straight."
I reach the waistband of her yoga pants. Her stomach muscles flutter under my lips.
"Any objections?"
"God, no." She lifts her hips, helping me drag the pants down her legs. Simple cotton underwear beneath, already damp. I press my mouth against the fabric, breathing in the scent of her arousal, and she moans.
"You're so wet." I pull the underwear aside, running one finger through her slick folds. "All this for me?"
"All for you." Her hips chase my touch. "Please, Boone."
"Please what?"
"Touch me. Taste me. Something."
"Such a demanding little brat." I strip her underwear off completely, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy is pink and swollen, glistening with need, and my mouth waters at the sight. "Good thing I like giving you what you want."
I hook my hands under her thighs and lift her lower body off the bed. She yelps in surprise as I bring her pussy to my mouth, holding her suspended in the air as I bury my face between her legs.
"Oh fuck." Her hands scramble for purchase, finding the headboard. "Boone, what are you..."
"Eating you like I've been starving for it." I drag my tongue through her folds, from her entrance to her clit, savoring the taste of her. Sweet and tangy and absolutely addictive. "Because I have been."
I feast on her. There's no other word for it. I lick and suck and devour, holding her hips elevated so I can get deeper, take more. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, her moans filling the small cabin, her back arching off the bed as she tries to grind against my face.
"That's it, sweetheart." I circle her clit with my tongue, feeling it pulse. "Let me hear you."
"Boone, I'm going to... I can't..."
"You can." I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her scream. "Come for me, Mara. Show me how good it feels."
She shatters. Her pussy clamps around my fingers, her clit throbbing against my tongue, her whole body shaking as she comes with a cry that's half my name and half wordless pleasure.
I work her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subside, lowering her back to the bed when her trembling eases.
"Holy shit." She's panting, staring at the ceiling. "That was..."
"Just the beginning." I crawl up her body, kissing her deeply so she can taste herself on my lips. "You have no idea what I have planned for you."
She reaches for my shirt, tugging it over my head. Her hands explore my chest, tracing the scars, the tattoos, the muscles that tense under her touch.
"My turn." She pushes against my shoulder, and I let her roll me onto my back. "I want to taste you too."
She kisses down my chest, my stomach, her fingers working my belt and zipper. When she frees my cock, her eyes widen.
"God, you're big."
"We can go slow if you need—"
"I don't need slow." She wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking from base to tip, and my hips jerk off the bed. "I need to get my mouth on you."
She lowers her head and takes me between her lips.
"Fuck." My hand finds her hair, gathering it away from her face so I can watch her work. "That's it, sweetheart. Just like that."
She's good at this. No hesitation, no uncertainty, just confident strokes and swirls and suction that has me gripping the sheets within seconds. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue tracing the vein on the underside of my cock, her hand working the inches she can't fit.
"Mara." My voice is strained. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come down your throat."
She pulls off with a wet pop, looking up at me with swollen lips and mischief in her eyes. "Not yet. I want you inside me when you come."
She climbs up my body, positioning herself over my cock. I grab her hips, stopping her.
"Wait." I reach for my pants on the floor, digging in the pocket for my wallet and the condom I've been carrying like an idiot for three days. "Protection."
She takes it from my hand, tearing the wrapper with her teeth. "Such a good boy scout." She rolls the condom down my shaft, her touch firm and sure. "Always prepared."
"For you? Always."
She positions herself again, the head of my cock notching against her entrance. Then slowly, so slowly, she sinks down onto me.
We both groan.
She's tight. So fucking tight, her pussy gripping me as she takes me inch by inch until I'm fully seated inside her. She pauses there, adjusting to the stretch, her hands braced on my chest.
"You feel incredible." Her voice is awed. "I knew you would, but..."
"Mara." I grip her hips hard enough to bruise. "I need you to move, sweetheart. Need to feel you ride me."
She starts to move. Slow at first, finding her rhythm, then faster as pleasure takes over. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her head thrown back, her moans mixing with the obscene sound of our bodies coming together.
"That's my good girl." I meet her movements with my own, driving up into her as she comes down. "Taking my cock so well. So fucking perfect."
"Boone." She's getting close again, I can feel it in the flutter of her walls. "I need..."
"Tell me what you need."
"Harder. I need you harder."
I flip us in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath me without breaking our connection. She gasps at the sudden shift, and I hook her knees over my elbows, opening her wider, driving deeper.
"Like this?" I pull almost all the way out and slam back in. "Is this what you need?"
"Yes." She's clawing at my back, leaving marks I'll feel for days. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I fuck her the way I've been fantasizing about for three weeks. Hard and deep and relentless, watching her face as pleasure overwhelms her. Her pussy is squeezing me, her breath coming in short gasps, her whole body tensing toward release.
"Come for me again." I reach between us, finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. "Come on my cock, Mara. Show me you're mine."
She explodes. Her back arches off the bed, her pussy clamping down so hard I see stars. The sight of her coming apart, the feel of her pulsing around me, the sound of my name tearing from her lips, it pushes me over the edge.
I bury myself deep and let go, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity I've never felt before. I pulse inside her, filling the condom, my body shaking with the force of my release.
For a long moment, we just breathe. Her hands stroke down my back, gentle now. My face is buried in her neck, my weight pressing her into the mattress.
"Boone." Her voice is soft, satisfied.
"Yeah." I lift my head to look at her. Her face is flushed, her eyes heavy lidded, her hair a wild mess against the pillows. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. "It was."
I pull out carefully, dealing with the condom before stretching out beside her and pulling her against my chest. She curls into me automatically, her head on my shoulder, her leg thrown over mine.
"So much for professional distance," she murmurs.
"Professional distance was never going to work with you."
"I know." She presses a kiss to my chest. "I'm very disruptive."
"You're impossible." I tighten my arm around her. "But you're mine now. You know that, right? After this, there's no going back."
She lifts her head, meeting my eyes. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Both."
Her smile is slow and satisfied. "Good."
We lie there in the aftermath, her breathing evening out as sleep pulls at her. I know I should return to my own cabin, maintain some semblance of the boundaries we've thoroughly destroyed.
Instead, I hold her closer and let myself have this. One night of peace before the chaos comes.
Because it's coming. The threat is real and closing in.
But for now, in this moment, she's safe in my arms.
And I'm never letting her go.