Chapter Ten
The kitchen was finished by the end of the next week.
The new tongue-and-groove went in clean over the patched subfloor.
Mike sanded the rest of it down to honey and built the stain up over four days.
Pete walked me through the cabinets and the new pendants over the island, and the room sat full of itself in the evening light, the kind of kitchen that sells a house in a single picture.
Rachel called on Saturday.
“You’re listing it, right.” It was not a question. “Because I’ve already got two clients I would walk through it tomorrow if you’d let me.”
“Not yet.”
“Em.”
“There’s the bathroom still. And the basement. I haven’t even gone down there yet.”
“You’re four months in. You said three from the start.”
“Four months is nothing on a place this size.”
She was quiet for a second. “Are you okay?”
I stood in the kitchen with the phone against my ear and the warmth gathered close at the small of my back. “I’m great. I’m sleeping. I’m eating. I’m finishing the project. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
“Emma.”
“I’ll call you.”
I hung up and set the phone face down on the counter. The warmth moved up my spine and curled at the back of my neck, satisfied. I stood in my finished kitchen with my hand on the granite and the smell of Sam thick and full around me.
He stayed close while I ate at the island and cleaned up, and came up the stairs with me. I took a long bath. I shaved every part of me that could be shaved, lotioned afterward, and walked naked to the bed.
He settled over me before I had time to pull the sheet up.
More solid than he had ever been before.
My hands came up to feel for him and met something for the first time.
Fever hot skin, faintly textured under my palms. I slid my hands up across a chest nearly twice the width of mine, over the curve of a massive shoulder to skim across something leathery.
The air shifted, and I got the sense of being surrounded.
I looked to the side, blindly peering into the darkness.
Something wet pressed against my temple, sliding down the side of my face before sharp points encircled my entire jaw.
A warm, sweet breath gusted across my damp skin, and I shuddered.
The weight shifted, pressing between my thighs, and I spread them wider.
The body was almost too wide, straining my hips, but I arched to get closer.
A hand curled over my torso, gently gripping my ribs to press me deeper into the bed.
The grip on my jaw loosened, and the wet heat slid down the side of my neck.
Something slick and heavy slapped my belly and dragged downward.
It parted my folds, prodding my clit in slow grinding strokes. I gasped for breath.
“Sam, please.”
His cock slid down the length of my slit to tease my entrance. I gripped what I could reach of his shoulders. He was big, too big. But I wanted it anyway.
“Yes.”
The chest above me rumbled, and the pressure increased. A helpless cry burst out of me as my body tried to stretch wide enough to fit him. The rumble came again, and the weight over me shifted downward. Hot, wet heat lapped at my entrance.
His tongue dipped between my folds and pressed deep, sliding in and out of me in long unhurried strokes.
Wet, messy sounds filled the room as he licked me open for something far larger.
I moaned, fisting my hands in the sheets as my hips twitched into the pleasure.
The hand on my ribs kept me in place and no amount of writhing changed his pace.
I whined, spreading my legs wider. Begging.
The long, thick length of his tongue slid out of my pussy to lap at my clit, and I cried out.
“More! Please, Sam!”
My body coiled tighter with every long stroke of his tongue, until I was gasping, my thighs trembling.
A hand far larger than mine curled around my knee and forced my legs further apart.
I came with a moan. His tongue slid inside me while my pussy was still clenching, and I arched, toes curling as another wave washed over me.
He kept his mouth there until I weakly grabbed for him in the dark.
His weight came down over me again, and I reached up to touch his face.
My fingers wandered over angles that made no sense and the curve of bone at his temples.
I frowned, trying to put the pieces together in my mind.
The puzzle began to come together when the head of his cock found my entrance and began to push.
A cry tore out of me. He was too much, the stretch making my pussy flutter in alarm even as my body sucked him in deeper.
He paused, and his hands encircled my hips.
“Sam,” I whined.
He jerked me down on his cock and I wailed.
My pussy gushed as I came violently, clamping down so hard it ached.
Wet heat dragged across one of my breasts, those sharp points gently scraping one of my nipples.
It sent a shock down my body and I clenched again.
He was so deep inside me, deeper than I thought was possible.
As if he had hollowed out a place for himself and I would never be able to fill it without him.
He slowly pulled back and eased back in.
Deep, deeper. Hitting the end of my channel and making my pussy spasm.
The push and drag of him along my inner walls made me sob his name.
He licked at my breasts as he took me apart, the points of his teeth occasionally catching my tender nipples and making me gasp.
He began to move faster, long, rolling thrusts that buried him to the hilt each time.
My entire body was shaking, my pussy so wet I could feel a puddle forming under my ass, but I moaned for more.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
Something large spread over me in the darkness before coming down on either side, cocooning me in the humid, sweet scent of our bodies.
And then I was there. I came with a broken cry, my body arching and my pussy clamping down around him.
He didn’t stop and the pleasure washed over me again.
I came until my moans became overwhelmed cries, and finally he tensed over me.
Heat spilled into me, so much that it spilled out around him to join the mess on the bed. My body went limp, and I closed my eyes. The weight slowly melted away as if it had never been, leaving me weak and shaky. Every part of me ached, but I had never felt so good for so long.
“I love you, Sam,” I whispered.
The house drew in close around me, and I drifted off to sleep.