Chapter Fourteen
Trey
Let The Sins Fall – velvet desires
God, she’s fucking beautiful.
Her arms are stretched above her head, wrists crossed loosely as she watches me strip, her storm-grey eyes dark with hunger and something deeper that hits me straight in the chest. The adrenaline still burning through my veins dulls the worst of the pain in my ribs, leaving behind the all-consuming need to touch her.
Breathe, Baker. Do not growl like a jungle cat.
I take her hand and pull her up from the bed, guiding her back until her spine meets the wall, my body crowding into hers.
“There is no one I would ever kneel for,” I tell her quietly, my hands sliding down the curve of her waist, over the flare of her hips, following the silken length of her thigh until I reach the heat between them.
My fingers drag through her wetness, and my voice drops.
“But you.” My cock pulses, painfully hard, desperate to be inside her.
I lower myself to my knees in front of her and lift her leg, settling it over my shoulder, my eyes never leaving hers as her breath catches and her fingers sink into my hair, gripping tight.
That’s it, baby.
Hold on to me.
I lean forward and lick her slowly, savoring her, letting my tongue glide through her heat, learning her again, reminding myself she’s real and she’s mine.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, unhurried and deliberate, until her head falls back against the wall and a soft whimper spills from her throat, her hips twitching helplessly.
I push my tongue deeper, tasting her fully, and she gasps my name, her fingers tightening in my hair as she starts to move against my mouth.
I love this. I love her like this.
“Trey,” she breathes, pulling me closer, riding my face, chasing her release.
I pull back just enough to deny her.
“Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes find mine, wrecked and pleading.
“I want to come,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “Please, Trey… please.”
The sound of her begging nearly undoes me.
I slide two fingers into her slowly, watching her face as her mouth falls open and her head knocks softly against the wall, her body arching into my hand.
She’s so fucking perfect.
She moves with me, riding my fingers, her breathing turning ragged, her grip in my hair almost painful, and I press my mouth back to her, sucking gently on her clit while my fingers curl inside her, finding the spot that makes her cry out.
Engage butterfly kisses.
Aye, aye, sir!
With the tip of my tongue I begin to assault her clit the same time I work my fingers, both in tandem, the “kisses” come in little waves, just enough to build her pleasure that little bit further.
Her walls clamp down hard, her body trembling, her thighs tightening around me.
“Trey—”
I don’t stop.
I don’t let her escape it.
I keep her right there, balanced on the edge, feeling every tremor, every helpless movement, until she’s shaking and pleading and completely lost in me.
“You want to come, baby?” I murmur against her.
She nods desperately, barely able to stay upright.
I hold her there for one more second, feeling the exact moment she tips over the edge, and then I close my mouth around her again and take her apart.
She shatters with a broken cry of my name, her body going rigid, pleasure ripping through her as she comes hard, her fingers tangled in my hair, her chest heaving.
I stay there through it, holding her, tasting her, letting her ride out every wave until she collapses against the wall, trembling and breathless.
I’ve never felt more fucking alive.
Good job men, mission success… I kind of want to yell like He-Man “I have the power.” Why did he have to name it Power sword… or sword Grayskull… if he called it something like Excalibur, I could call my dick that… then every time I get a boner I could quote He-Man…
Dude. Shut the fuck up, you almost dropped her there, and all you were thinking about was what you could have nicknamed your dick.
“I got you.” I say, I kiss her shaking thighs, one after another. I rise to my feet, and she moves with me instinctively, her ankles locking around my hips like she never wants to let me go.
I don’t give her time to think. In one solid movement, I lift her and drive forward, pinning her to the wall as I thrust into her hard, burying myself to the hilt.
Her eyes go wide, her mouth falling open on a sharp gasp that punches straight through my control.
Christ.
I should slow down. I should let her adjust.
Forgot how tight she is, I almost lost my dick then.
She’s already drenched, her body open and ready, her release still slick on my skin, and the way she tightens around me when I fill her completely rips something feral out of my chest.
I pull back and drive into her again, deep and relentless, claiming the space that belongs to me and me alone.
She clenches hard, her inner muscles gripping me like a fist, and I swear I see stars.
“Such a good girl,” I rasp against her throat, my mouth dragging up the curve of her neck to beneath her ear, tasting her skin, breathing her in. “Taking me like this… fuck.”
My arm wraps around her hips, holding her exactly where I want her as I thrust up into her, meeting her body again and again, the sound of her back hitting the wall muffled by her broken moans.
She’s everywhere.
In my hands.
Around my cock.
Inside my fucking soul.
Her pulse flutters around me, her heat sucking me deeper, her body welcoming me home in a way nothing else ever could.
“Trey,” she cries, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls my head back so I have no choice but to look at her.
Her eyes are blown wide, drowning in me.
Then her mouth crashes into mine.
The kiss is hard.
Teeth. Tongues. Breath.
Need.
She kisses me like she’s terrified I’ll disappear, and I fuck her like I’m proving I never will.
Her release hits her without warning.
She breaks apart in my arms, her body convulsing, clamping down on me so tight it drags a groan from somewhere deep in my chest.
That’s it.
That’s fucking it.
I lose myself in her.
My release tears through me with violent force, my vision going white as I empty into her, my forehead falling to her shoulder as my body shudders through it.
For a second, I forget how to breathe.
Forget where I am.
Forget everything but her.
Her fingers slide into my hair, gentle now, soothing, as the aftershocks ripple through us both.
I stay there, buried inside her, holding her weight against the wall like she’s the only thing keeping me standing.
Her hands slide to my face, soft and warm, her thumbs brushing over my cheeks as I lift my head.
“Can we do that again?” she asks with a small, wrecked smile that owns every broken piece of me.
A breathless laugh escapes me as I press my forehead to hers.
“Anything my wife wants,” I murmur, stealing another kiss from her swollen lips. “She gets.”
She asked me to do it again.
Who the hell was I to decline her anything.
I gave her everything she asked for, again and again, until the outside world ceased to exist and there was nothing left but her beneath me, around me, whispering my name like a prayer she’d waited a lifetime to speak.
I lost myself completely in her, in the feel of her body, in the sound of her breathing, in the way she clung to me, and somewhere in those endless hours, I stopped feeling like a man who had died.
I started feeling alive again.
Now she lies beside me, completely spent, her body surrendered to sleep, her red hair fanned across the pillow like spilled silk, wild and untamed and so fucking beautiful it steals the air from my lungs.
It’s been hours, but it still doesn’t feel like enough.
It never will be.
My ribs protest as I finally settle onto my side beside her, the adrenaline long gone and the damage beneath my skin making itself known again, sharp and insistent, but it’s nothing compared to the peace settling into my bones as I watch her sleep.
My inner monologue is on mute, like only she is capable of bringing forth.
She’s here.
She’s safe.
She’s mine.
My hand moves on its own, smoothing down a strand of her hair, the curl wrapping around my finger like it belongs there, like it’s always belonged there, and I lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, breathing her in.
“My heart only beats alongside yours, baby,” I murmur softly against her skin. “Sweet dreams.”
She doesn’t stir.
Doesn’t flinch.
She sleeps on, trusting me completely.
A smile pulls at my mouth as I lie there watching her, memorizing every inch of her face in the low light, committing this moment to the part of me that still remembers what it felt like to lose her.
She asked me to do it again...
And I would have given it to her a thousand times more.