Chapter 44 #2
She laughs at that, the sound lighting me up. But her gaze drops to my very hard and very impatient cock.
“I hope you don't," she says, tilting her head as she studies it. “It feels really good when you eat me out.”
That piece of information files itself away in my brain immediately.
Take that, Ez.
I shoot her a quick wink.
“Turn around for me.”
I twirl my finger in a little circle, and she shuffles around on the bed without arguing.
And when she does—
Fuck.
The sight of her from behind nearly knocks the air out of me. Her ass is perfectly rounded, the thin thong barely covering anything, and I have to clench my jaw and count to ten to stop myself from biting into it.
I move in behind her, chest against her back, letting my hands settle firmly on her hips. My fingers knead the soft curve of her waist, guiding her just enough to feel how perfectly she moulds against me. The mirrors in front of us capture every angle, and damn, we look good together.
She's looking at me in the mirror, but she isn't really seeing herself.
Her gaze keeps sliding away from her own reflection, lingering on mine instead, like the image of her makes her uncomfortable. I know that look. I know exactly where her thoughts have wandered.
No.
I won't have it.
I want her to see everything I see every single time I look at her.
My arm slips over her shoulder until I cradle her jaw, and I guide her face upward so she can't avoid her reflection.
“Look at us.”
She shifts immediately, a small restless wriggle trying to slip free, but I hold her against me.
“Tell me what you're thinking,” I say, my voice quiet but leaving no room for escape.
She exhales through her nose, a soft puff of frustration and need.
“Willow,” I press, tightening my hold ever so slightly. “Tell me.”
There's a pause.
Then, almost reluctantly, she says. “I look like her.”
Yeah.
I knew it.
And she's so unbelievably wrong.
I run my hand up her thigh and along her side, my touch warm against her skin.
“Do you know what I see?”
“No.”
I lean forward and press a kiss to her cheek.
“I see the woman I love,” I tell her. “The one who somehow walked into my life and stole everything—my heart, my soul… hell, probably my lungs too, because I forget how to breathe when you're around.”
Her shoulders slump a little as she watches.
“You're stubborn.” I run my thumb lightly along her jaw. “Ridiculously stubborn. But you're so kind. You make me laugh even when I’m in a mood or have had a long day, and you're the strongest person I've ever known.”
From her hip, I move up her body till I cup her tit and squeeze.
“Also, you're so damn sexy it's cruel because I can't concentrate when you're around. Honestly, I wouldn't even be surprised if we end up with a whole bunch of kids someday, because I want you all the time. Morning, night and every hour in between.”
I shake my head quietly.
I've always wanted more kids, but never got the chance. If she didn't want them, then I would be happy with just her. But I've seen her with Millie and heard what she's like with the other children in the dance classes she helps out at.
She's a natural.
“It's actually a little concerning how much I think about you.”
Then I turn her face away from her reflection so she can look straight at me.
“You are your own person,” I tell her firmly. “Not her. Not anyone else.”
I brush my nose against hers.
“I love you and only you.”
Her eyes roam over me before she stretches up and kisses me.
I kiss her back, pouring all of my feelings into it. Every ounce of love and passion builds between us. Her lips soften against mine, and when she lets out a soft whimper into my mouth, it sends a surge of desire through my entire being.
I pull back just enough to turn her head again, grinning when I catch her flushed expression in the glass.
“Let's get rid of these.”
I hook the side of her thongs and pull them down her hips. The fabric drags slowly over her thighs.
“Lift,” I tell her in a husky voice.
She does as she's told impatiently, so I can pull them all the way off. The moment they slide free from her feet, she lets out a frustrated breath.
“Will you hurry?”
“Aw,” I tease, drawing the word out. “Am I going too slow for you?”
“Yes,” she snaps her legs shut, pouting adorably. “You are.”
My grin widens.
“Oh, really?”
“I might have to do a repeat of what I did in the car this morning.”
Such a brat.
Now I remember the punishment I promised.
I nod thoughtfully. “Thank you for reminding me.”
She frowns, clearly confused by how agreeable I sound. But when the realisation hits her, her eyes widen just as my hand comes up to grip her chin.
“Open.”
Before she can protest, which I know for a fact she will do, I gently push the fabric of her thong between her lips. Her surprised sound is muffled.
“There we go,” I say under my breath.
I push her face-first onto the bed, ass in the air, her cheek resting against the sheets, and her head turned to the side as I look down at her.
My fingertips slide over the curve of her ass, deep in a trance.
“I’m going to spank you five times for that little stunt,” I growl. “Then I’m going to fuck you until I come inside you. But you aren't allowed until I say so.”
I bend over her, letting my breath ghost across her skin, watching the way the words sink in. The tremble that runs through her.
“And when I’m done, I’m going to push that new pink dildo into your used-up pussy.”
My mouth grazes the shell of her ear. “Then I’ll slide my cock so deep inside your ass, when you sit down this weekend, the only thing you'll feel is me.”
A soft, muffled moan slips from her throat, her fingers twisting in the sheets. Fuck, I love her like this.
She wants it just as much as I do.
“If you manage to behave and take everything I give you without running that smart little mouth, I’ll let you ride my face later.”
Her ass pushes against me, eager for me to get started.
I slide my finger up her slit, gathering the slick heat waiting there and push inside her. Once. Twice. Her wetness coats my skin, warm and inviting, her body twitching beneath my touch.
I’m a patient man.
But like always, not with her.
Not when I need her this badly.
A rough groan leaves me as I pull my hand away. I guide myself down instead, the head of my cock pushing against her entrance. My other hand spreads across the top of her back, holding her where she's been over the mattress.
“Fuck it,” I mutter.
I thrust inside her in one hard motion.
Willow's body arches, a muffled scream leaving her stuffed mouth, but I keep her right where she is, my palm flat against her back as I start moving—driving in and out of her with a pace that surprises even me.
Every thrust sinks deep.
She's so tight around me. So warm. So fucking wet.
It's addictive. Dangerously so.
I grit my teeth, picking up speed, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room as I bury myself inside her again and again. Each time I push in, it feels like coming home, like my body knows exactly where it belongs.
The problem is that all the teasing earlier, I know it's going to end quickly.
Cursing under my breath, I snap my hips harder as I feel the pressure building quickly and intensely in my gut.
Fuckkkk.
Trying to hold it off, I bring my hand down hard on her ass.
The crack of skin-on-skin snaps through the room.
Willow gasps, her body jolting, and it only makes the pressure in my gut worse.
My fingers slide into her hair, gripping a handful at the back of her head, twisting the strands between my knuckles as I yank her head back.
Smack.
Her pale skin flushes a rosy pink beneath my palm.
I smack her again.
“Thought you were tough, princess?” I rasp, breath rough with a laugh. “Where’d that bratty mouth go now?”
My hand lands again and again. Her body shudders, fingers clawing at the sheets as I keep pounding into her, faster than I planned, harder than I meant to.
I look up and catch our reflection in the mirror.
For a second, it almost knocks the air out of me.
God, we look good.
Too fucking good.
My control finally slips.
My hand strikes her one more time, and her scream echoes through the room. That’s it. Everything within me snaps tight as release surges through my body.
“Take.”
Thrust.
“It.”
Thrust.
“All.”
I grind against her before stilling with a rough groan, buried as deep as I can get, my grip tightening in her hair while my body convulses.
Waves ripple through me as I break my breath, emptying the last of myself inside, every muscle in my body locking up.
For a moment, I can't move.
Can’t think.
She's trembling beneath me, tears running down her cheeks, her ass blooming red, hair tangled. I roll her onto her back, my cock slipping free, half-hard, still straining with need. Her legs fall open on either side, flat against the bed, and I take a moment to drink her in.
So beautifully mine.
I remove the thongs from her mouth, and a thin line of drool drips down her lips.
My body tenses for a moment, concerned that she might not like it.
However, when I see her bottom lip slip between her teeth and her eyes light up—practically sparkling— a slow smile spreads across her face. I start to relax.
“You good?” I ask as I pull the wet fabric from inside her mouth.
She brushes her nails across my chest.
“I need to come,” she moans in frustration, eyes fluttering shut, reaching down toward her pierced clit.
I smack her hand away, and she opens them up to shoot me that wicked, bratty glare.
“I’m not finished with you.”
I press my tongue to her clit, dragging upward in a long stroke, savouring her whimpers. My tongue snakes up to her belly button, past it, grazing one nipple, across her chest to the other, then up her neck, over her jawline, and finally to her lips, catching her in a hungry, possessive kiss.
She twists and turns, playfully nipping at my lip.
“Time to fuck your ass now.”
Willow watches me reach under the bed and pull the bag out I’d packed. I lift out the pink vibrating dildo and a bottle of strawberry-scented lube, setting them carefully beside her.