Chapter 16 Bellatrix #2
“Many, many times, but I’ve never…I…not doing that. I haven’t done that at all since we met. It felt wrong to use you as the inspiration even though you were starring in all my fantasies. It felt disrespectful.”
“Well, you can use me as inspiration now. I’d really like it if you think about me when you touch yourself. I’d like to watch you touch yourself. That would be incredibly hot.”
“Okay, but can I be inside you right now?”
“Yes.” I spread my legs wider and wrap them around his waist again. He can just live here if he wants. Right where he is. I’ve never known anything so perfect.
He’s careful about lining himself up with my entrance and pushing inside.
I’m more than ready, and he glides in easily despite his size.
He fills me slowly, far too slowly, until I grasp the edges of his shirt and pull him to me while digging my heels into his rock-hard ass.
The best dad ass in the world. Best ass ever, all around, full stop.
I feel every inch of him and can’t keep my elation from bubbling out. I cry out and wriggle closer because it’s still not close enough, even when I know he’s bottoming out with every hard thrust.
It’s not enough, not until he works both hands under my ass and lifts my hips up to meet him. He holds me, anchoring me so I don’t go flying into the windshield. I swear, I’m never going to be able to look at my car the same way again.
Not when I’m arching up into his hands, doing my best to take him deeper, and meeting him with my own thrusting hips.
“Are you okay?” he gasps between hard breaths.
“Yes! If you stop doing what you’re doing, I will get that ham out and beat you with it.”
“Are we talking sliced or whole?”
“Sliced.”
“Mmm. Kinky,” he grunts.
It’s crazy that he can make me grin and want to laugh while he’s giving me those long, punishing thrusts that make my whole body clench up around him. It feels so good. The best ever good. Better than the best ever.
I don’t want it to end, but there’s only so much of him grinding his pelvis into my clit while his cock hits so deep inside me that I’m not even sure where I end anymore before the first shivers start to thrum through my body like heatwaves on a long stretch of open road.
Even while he’s thrusting, I can feel him pulsing, and it sets me off too.
“Going… to…c-come,” I whimper-shiver-stutter as my hips go wild, and he increases his tempo in response. “I want you to come with me. Inside me.”
When we showered after the last time, I told him he didn’t have to pull out. I’ve been on the pill for ages, so I have that part covered. He had blushed so red, so shy and sweet.
He’s still sweet, but he isn’t shy right now.
Not with me clenching all around him as he drills into me, banging me into blissful oblivion.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up a few inches off the car so we’re closer than ever.
I want to hold him when I shatter. He adjusts his hands to my lower back and hips, keeping me safe and comfortable but holding me too.
My climax hits, the waves taking me to another dimension. It’s even better when Rowleigh rasps my name right against the crook of my neck and buries himself to the hilt inside me, pulsing and shaking while he comes.
I can’t believe I just had underground parking sex on the hood of my car with the hottest man alive. But it’s not just that. It’s giving myself to someone so fully while holding them and promising mutual safety, joy, and care.
I know I could love him, and he could love me too.
Despite what the world will say or think. Despite the fact that he was so hurt before that he went years without wanting this with anyone. He makes opening his heart and trusting again look easy, but I can’t even grasp how hard it had to be and probably still is.
I breathe against his neck, my eyes shut, letting the last waves of pleasure roll through me.
I want to telegraph to him that I have him.
He might be older, stronger, and wiser than I am, but I have him in all the ways I can and can learn.
Even strong, powerful men who appear to have it all together need protecting too.
They need shelter and love, kindness and goodness.
“That was really nice,” I whisper against his neck, affectionately rubbing the spot beneath his earlobe with my nose and drinking in the bergamot scent of him.
I run my fingers through his thick hair until I reach the back of his neck, and I fan my fingers around the broad muscles.
“It feels really nice to create safety with you too.”
“Yeah,” he mumbles into my hair, his voice thick.
“It’s exciting.”
“What is?” He smooths his hand over my hair in long strokes.
“Today. Tomorrow. All of it.”
The breath leaves his body in a great sigh, but it’s a good sigh. A sigh that has a lot of feeling. “I’ve never heard anything more beautiful or more accurate.”
I kiss his chin and turn my eyes up to his. They’re shining, a little bit wet, and so full. Just like my own. “Do you want ham now?”
“Is that a metaphor?” he teases.
I laugh so hard that my tears well up and spill down my cheeks. Joyful tears. He brushes them away and kisses the salty paths before peppering soft kisses over my lips.
I shake my head, but this time, I add a bit of mystery along with a tiny shrug. “If you want it to be, it can be all the metaphors ever.”