Chapter 5
Holly
“Just tell me one thing. Is this a revenge fuck?” he murmurs between kisses.
I give us enough space to look him in the eyes to show him how serious I am.
“God, no. This is me finally free to give in to my desires. Maybe I should wait. Maybe no one would understand what this means to me, but—” I feel myself choking up and swallow around the tightness in my throat.
“I’m relieved that I’m not attached to him anymore.
I should have left him a long time ago. When I started to have feelings for you.
When my feelings for Damon faded. It’s all a mess but somehow it’s worked itself out and it feels right to be with you. ”
“It feels right for me, too. I want to worship you and your body.” His fingers tighten their hold on me and pull me closer to him. He feels so strong. So sure. So good. It makes me want to cry.
I guess I do cry a couple of tears and he kisses them off of my cheeks. “We don’t have to do anything, Holly. I’m not going anywhere.”
To wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle into his neck feels so natural. “I want to be close to you, Ford. As close as I can get.”
With that, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He brings us to the couch and lowers me down gently.
He starts kissing me. Everywhere. Down my face.
My neck. Up my arms, that he’s pinned above my head.
Down my ribs. When he lifts my tank top, I gasp as his lips graze over my ribs.
And I’m so ready for him. For someone who sees me.
I never knew that the curiosity I had toward him was reciprocated.
But now it all makes sense. He tried to stay away, so that this wouldn’t happen.
All the while, he’s picked up on things about me that my ex was too selfish to notice.
And all the while, I grew more and more fascinated by him. Now I know why.
He tries to do the right thing. He sees me. And he wants to show me that he cares.
My stomach hollows out when he traces his finger along the waistband of my shorts. I give him a nod and his finger dips under the fabric to gently tug my shorts down.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, scrubbing his face. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Holly.” The pad of his thumb traces a damp spot already on my thong. “Is this for me?”
“Uh huh,” I manage to say. Then he rubs the knuckle of his index finger inside of my panties, gliding through my slickness. When he’s done, he studies me as he brings his finger to his mouth and sucks. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be mortified at the whimper I just released.
“I’m really thirsty, Holly. It’s gonna take a lot to quench this. Do you think you can handle it?”
Oh my God. My legs are trembling. I’ve never had someone talk dirty to me before, and I freaking love it. “Mhmmm,” my quiet voice comes out as I nod my head.
And in a flash, my panties are gone, but I see him stuff them in the front of his boxers while part of them are dangling on the outside.
“Just tell me to stop, if you—”
“Don’t stop, Ford.”
“Then tell me what you want, Holly.”
“I want you…to lick me.”
“I got you.” His head bobs down and his tongue is parting me.
I can’t prevent my hips from bucking up off the couch, and his hands come to my thighs to hold me down.
That’s when I lose sense of time. The present.
Anything else around me. I hear myself crying out his name, among other things.
And all I know is the sensation of his mouth french kissing me down there.
It’s been so long since I’ve had a release that it comes immediately. I want to hold back, but I hear Ford coaxing me to let it go. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you another one.”
“Ahh…” My scream fades to a long drawn out moan, and true to his promise, he keeps going. I’ve never had two—
“Oh my God, Ford!” I almost jackknife off the couch as his lips suction around my clit, and my hands are holding his head between my legs as he delivers a second wave of pure bliss.
I’m so sensitive and my body is begging for more. For him. I drag his face off of my pussy and pull his lips to mine. It’s messy. It’s dirty. But it’s so freaking hot. His name is a mantra on my lips and I can’t get enough of him.
My hands reach down to pull his dick from his boxers, and I can still feel my thong hanging out the front, which just turns me on even more. I line him up at my entrance and slide along him until his groans drown out my whimpering.
“I want you inside of me, Ford.” I’m pleading with him.
“Condom?” he gasps.
“I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
And then I arch my hips and take him inside of me.
Fuck.
My body quivers at the stimulation of him fully seated inside of me.
“Is it…too much?” he grits out.
“God, no,” I lather more kisses on his jaw. His neck. My nails are digging into his back. “You feel…so good.”
Or so I thought.
But then he starts to move, and I realize what real goodness feels like. Pulling back. Thrusting forward. Grinding into me. I’m a ragdoll. Limp. Saturated with pleasure. All I can do is hang on for dear life.
He’s back on his knees, latching me to his body, thrusting up into me and guiding me down onto him. This is the most incredible sex of my life. I never knew I could feel like this with anyone. My emotions are on the verge of making another appearance when I feel him swell inside of.
Fuck. I’m blacking out. I can feel myself clench around him and he lets out a feral growl. It feels like I’m pulsating around his dick for days when my vision finally returns. I’m undone. So freaking gone for this man.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he lays me down, rolling to his side to spoon me. “I knew we’d be perfect together.”