Chapter 16
16
BIJOU
T hick tendrils of jealousy snake into my heart, even though I have no right. Stroking his cheek, I reply in a voice so dark I scarcely recognize it, “I don’t care about the past. I don’t care about the future, and I don’t know how to make this work. All I know is living without you is unbearable.”
His demanding lips capture mine, and the world shatters beneath me. My mouth dances over his, tasting his masculinity, breathing his air, feeling the electric pulse each time our flesh collides. He traces the outline of my full lips with the tip of his velvety tongue before sucking my lower lip into his hot mouth.
My heart clobbers into my ribs haphazardly, the beat irregular and erratic, as his hands delve beneath my skirt, settling at the juncture of my legs. His fingers frantically push the lace of my panties to the side, and he covers himself in my arousal.
Sighing hard against my mouth, he whispers in a primal tone, “God, I’ve missed the feel of you.” He sinks a thick, rough finger into me, exhaling sharply as his other hand finds my pearl, swirling his thumb around it. The sensual motion fractures reality, showering it down around me in delectable droplets of pure ecstasy.
I arch back, whimpering as his fingers delve into me, deliciously slick from my arousal, finding the familiar spot near the front of my pussy that always pushes me over the edge.
My breath comes in fast pants, and I scream his name, quaking at his skilled touch. His eyes are black with lust as he retakes my mouth while his fingers mercilessly stroke and circle me.
My pussy walls tighten around his finger, and desire ratchets to the breaking point. I’m moments away from coming and can’t stand the thought of tumbling over this cliff without him. Between frantic breaths, I beg, “Rutger, make me yours again. I need you so much, baby. I’m clean, and I’m on the pill. Please make love to me.”
He stares deeply into my eyes, hesitating. But the warm love shining from his stormy blues outweighs the indecision. His brows furrowed, he answers, “I’m clean, too.”
My pussy clenches violently at the squeal of his zipper. I’m past all words and thoughts, distilled down to unalloyed need. My fingers find his cock, freeing it from his boxer briefs on a devastating exhale. He’s even thicker and smoother than I remember and ramrod hard.
“I need you so much,” I whisper frantically, pulling my panties to the side. Sinking down slowly and sensually, I wrap him in my silky, warm wetness. I gasp against the feel of his firm, unyielding rod, crying out at the bliss of becoming one.
His body trembles, and he growls with pleasure, straining to capture my lips. Seizing my hips, he squeezes them, driving into me with reckless abandon. Greedy with lust.
Deepening his stroke, he draws my waist tightly against his core, ensuring the base of his cock drags over my clit with each thrust. The earth-shattering friction makes my body quiver, leaving me mindless with delight.
I mewl as he ravages my breasts, teasing my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my dress with his lips, tongue, and teeth. My hips drive towards him, demanding more. Everything . The world spins away, and I feel weightless, free of gravity.
We’re past words, thoughts, and reason. Raw desire colliding into raw desire—ragged breaths and uncontrolled cries. Grinding into each other, we surrender completely, lost in a haze of sweaty flesh, hard breathing, and unfettered longing.
Waves of pleasure rock my pussy, and I convulse around him, milking his cock. He crashes into me, pronouncing my name like some sacred oath as his heat pulses into me in tremulous waves.
His hands grip my hips so tightly I’m certain he’ll leave bruises. I don’t care. Nothing matters but his total possession of me.
Moonlight peeks through the tree leaves overhead, dappling our flesh in bright slivers of cool light. An instant somberness fills the car as our breaths co-mingle, slowing. The gravity of the moment, of what passed between us, hangs heavy in the air. Everything has changed. We both know it.
My cheeks are wet and splashy, and I inhale shakily, biting my bottom lip. I can never let him go again. No matter the consequences. The way his eyes search my face, I know he’s thinking the same thing.
Rutger’s arms encircle me as he pulls me into him, showering my face in kisses. He lingers over my cheekbones, his tongue tracing the freckles he finds there. His lips caress my eyelids, forehead, and cheeks, cherishing every part of me before ardently finding my lips. I taste the salt from both of our tears in that tender embrace.
Between breaths, I pant quietly, “I love you so much, Rutger. I don’t know how I ever tried to live without you. It’s not possible. I need you?—”
A cell phone’s vibration interrupts me, eliciting a frustrated sigh from him as he looks down. Grimacing, he fumbles with his pants pocket until he retrieves the phone, unlocks it, and reads something on the screen. I watch a vengeful, sinister look cloud his face, illuminated by the light from the phone.
His jaw muscles feather, and his expression grows ambivalent. “It’s time to settle this with your brother once and for all, Bijou.” He searches my face warily, and I see foreboding and the sting of betrayal behind his gaze. I don’t know what it means.
Digging in his pocket again, he retrieves a key. I watch him reach up to my wrist and hear the click of the handcuff holding my left arm as he fluidly releases me.
“Let’s see what fate has in store for us.” His countenance is steely as he leans into me for another kiss. On an exhale, he fiercely pledges, “I love you, my beauty. No matter what happens, every moment with you has been completely worth it.”
The sound of a car coming down the embankment captures my ears. I scramble off his lap, smoothing my skirt.
Raising the back of his car seat enough to peer out, he rubs his sleeved forearm over the fogged window. Zipping and buttoning his pants, his eyes remain glued to the side-view mirror. The click of a car door breaks the silence, and I shudder. Straining my ears, I hear impatient footsteps on gravel.