Chapter 10 Three Weeks after the Party #3
She smiles at me, more tears cascading down her cheeks, and climbs on top of me. “That was so fucking cheesy.”
“A man learns a few things when he watches Hallmark movie marathons to deal with his broken heart,” I say with a grin.
Her lips tremble, and more tears stream down her cheeks. “Is that what you did?”
“I missed you.” I run my hands up her back and into her hair. “And I was an idiot who didn’t know how to cope with losing you. But I know I don’t want to be with anyone else for the rest of my life. Just you. Even if your brothers hunt me down and bury me in the woods. I just want you.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me deeply, and I don’t care that she’s not my first, that I’m not hers. She’s my last.
“Take me to bed,” she whispers against my mouth.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Amber’s brows pinch together, and she whimpers as my tongue traces over her clit.
“Theo, please.” Her back bows from the bed.
“Patience, honey.” I suck her clit between my lips, and she shoves a hand against her mouth. “I didn’t take my time the first time, so now I’m going to.”
That first feverish rush was like being straight back in the drugged-up haze I felt with her all those weeks and months ago.
We’d barely made it up the stairs, falling to the ground in a tangle of limbs, eventually half-crawling, half-fucking our way to my bed, where Amber just managed to haul her upper body onto the mattress before I sank into her.
It was messy, it was hot and sweaty, and I’m sure the neighbours heard us through the open windows.
Don’t care. Fucking worth it.
But now, an hour later, after more kisses, more telling me I’m an asshole, I want to take my time with my woman. My woman. Jesus fucking christ, she’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than she was two years ago.
My fingertips brush over the constellation tattoo on her thigh, and I chuckle against her skin. “And I still want to hear the story about this.”
“Oh, y-yeah?” She lets out a strained moan-giggle, her chest pounding in an irregular rhythm as I keep licking and sucking. “F-fuck, Theo.”
I’m too smug. Too fucking smug. The desperation in her voice, the way her hips rock against my face. She’s so needy, and I know she wasn’t fucked the way she needed to be since she was with me. Smug fucking asshole. Sue me.
“I-I watched that video,” she murmurs, her hands on her perfect tits.
“Th-that night, after… after him. I watched the video where you - Ah!” Her spine goes rigid as I push two fingers inside her, my tongue still circling her swollen clit.
“O-oh fuck.” She lets out a shaky breath.
“I watched the video where you… You made me film us. And the way you said my name, the way you… Oh fuck.” Her fingers rake through my hair, holding my face to her cunt. “Oh my god, Theo.”
“I told you no one can take care of this pussy like me, didn’t I?” SMUG FUCKING ASSHOLE. But I just grin, rolling my fingertips against her g-spot. “I watched that video too, every single day. Hearing you moan my name like that, honey. You have no idea.”
I suck her clit, hard, and she cries out, her toes digging into my back. She’s feral, fucking ravenous for more, for me, and Jesus if that isn’t the turn-on of the century.
“I love watching you come,” she moans, and if the neighbours really can hear us, then godspeed to them.
“It does something to me, just… Oh fuck.” She throws her hands over her head, clawing into the pillow, and she moans loudly, so fucking loudly, her hips rolling her soaked cunt against my face.
Her cunt clenches around my fingers, her orgasm sending her arching from the bed, feet planted against my shoulders.
“Theo, oh god,” she cries. “Fuck, please, I need you.”
“I’m right here, honey.” I trace my lips along her thigh, gently curling my fingers inside her until she melts into the bed with a long sigh. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You better be.” She raises her head from the bed with a breathless laugh. “Up here, right now.”
“So bossy,” I tease, chuckling against her thigh, then move up over her hips, her stomach, kissing and smelling and tasting her. “How did you get even sexier in the past two years?”
“I guess it’s all that maturity.” She gasps as my tongue teases her hard nipple. “All that getting older you keep talking about.”
“Bad girl.” I suck her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, and she sinks her fingers into my hair. “You taste like sunshine.”
“Do I?” She sighs as I kiss along her collarbone, up the column of her throat. “That sounds nice.”
“It is very nice.” I settle over the top of her, and she opens her eyes to gaze into mine.
“I don’t think I want to leave this bed for a long.
” I kiss the corner of her mouth, grinning as her lips open eagerly, expecting more.
“Long.” I kiss the other corner, and it happens again. My sweet, greedy girl. “Time.”
With a frustrated groan she wraps her legs around my waist, seizing my face to kiss me, hard and hot, her tongue licking hungrily against mine. I’m pressed right to her entrance, and without breaking the kiss, I sink into her, pushing her thigh back with my hand to open her up more.
She moans and gasps into my mouth, writhing under me, but the first thrust of my hips sends her still, her lips quivering.
“Is that good for you, honey?” I ask in a low voice, my mouth hovering over hers.
“Y-yes,” she murmurs.
I pump again, harder this time, and her jaw clenches as she suppresses a cry.
“Do you know how beautiful you look?” I set a slow rhythm, savouring this, wanting to just feel her stretched around me. “Like a dream. Like the best fucking dream I’ve ever had.”
She whimpers as she nudges her leg to my side, and I sling it over my shoulder.
“Oh, FUCK!” She screams and moans so loud that the cops are going to pull up any second. “Shit, Theo, holy shit.”
I pull back a little, even though being so deep inside her is like heaven.
“Is that too deep for you?”
She shakes her head frantically, her hand clawing into my bicep. “Fuck, no, no, just… Oh god.” Her stomach contracts, and when I sink back into her, I swear I’m going to fucking detonate.
“Fuck,” I moan, and her lips twitch into a grin. She knows just how good she feels for me. And because she feels so good, I can’t help but fuck her mercilessly, chasing the high. Fuck it, we can do this all night, all day tomorrow, all damn week until the real world calls us back.
She’s coated in sweat, and she’s mesmerising underneath me. I will never get tired of the way her body moves, the way it feels. I dip my head to kiss her, and she leans up eagerly, propping herself up on an elbow, panting against my lips.
She looks down between us, watching me sink into her over and over.
“I love… watching you fuck me.” She squeezes her eyes shut, and gasps in a breath.
“Oh shit. Theo, I’m…” Her head falls back, her perfect tits bouncing with each thrust. She cries out, then she’s coming again, unraveling around me, her back curving and her hips bucking to meet me.
I drop her leg from my shoulder, covering her body with mine, and grind into her as she rides out her climax.
I breathe hard into her neck, heat pulling and tearing at every vein in my body.
My hands find hers, our fingers entwined, and just as I groan, and that first hot jet of cum erupts deep inside her, she claims my mouth, biting at my lips, stroking my tongue with hers.
I shudder as I come down, and she kisses my jaw, her fingers flexing between mine, telling me she loves me, she loves me, only me.
Bliss. Ecstasy. And I was going to pass this up.
Fucking idiot.
When I roll off her to lie beside her, sweat soaking us both, she sighs, and feathers the backs of her fingers along my arm.
“Your dad is going to kill me,” I say, and we both laugh.
“He’ll be fine.” She turns onto her side, caressing my chest. “I had a thought.”
“Oh yeah?”
She nods. “I want you to come to my grandparents’ place tomorrow.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Are you serious?”
“Yep. I think if you're going to meet anyone first, and we announce this, it should be to them.”
“And why is that?”
Amber grins widely. “My grandpa is 20 years older than my grandma.”
I run a hand over my face and laugh. “Of course he is.”
“And.” Amber leans over me, and folds her hands on my chest. “To make it truly scandalous, she was 19 when they met.”
“Your granddaddy was a bad man.” I run my fingers through her hair with a chuckle. “But they made it work I guess.”
“Married 54 years.” Amber rests her chin on top of her folded hands, still gazing at me. “Still madly in love.”
“Good for them.” I tuck my hand behind my head. “Alright. If you think your parents are less likely to murder me if your grandparents are cool, then let’s do it.”
“And then…” Amber trails off, and her face is a little less confident now.
“And then?” I raise an eyebrow. “What then, honey?”
“And then…” She sits up, sweeping her hair from her neck. “Move to Boston with me?”
I sit up too, cupping her face gently with my hand. “You mean that?”
She nods, smiling shyly. “I do.”
I pull her to me, and kiss her. “Yes.”
She meets my eyes, her face flooded with happiness so pure it makes my heart pound. “Really?”
“Of course.” I pull her on top of me, and she drapes her arms around my neck. “Wherever you go, I go. We’ll make it work.”
She closes her eyes, and leans her forehead against mine with a sigh. “I’m so glad I got up the courage to come over that day.”
“Me, too, honey.” Me. Fucking. Too.