Chapter 30 #2
With her attention focused solely on me, I toss my shirt aside and move to unbuckle my belt. Her eyes draw up the height of me, stopping at my hands as they work my belt from the loops, up to my bare chest. “Yeah, all of that looks like mine,” she says with a smile.
I can’t help the laugh that pulls from me as my belt clanks to the floor. My pants are quick to follow.
Stepping up to me, she takes in a breath and then brushes her fingers along my skin, drawing across the waistband of my boxer briefs and up until her palm flattens against my chest. She pushes just enough of her weight forward, making me move backwards, until the back of my calves hit the side of the bed.
I sit and look up at her, drawing my hands up the back of her thighs, pushing her dress up higher so I can palm each ass cheek and see how wet she might be for me.
Before I have a chance to lean forward and lick her pretty wet cunt, she says, “A quick taste.” She sinks to her knees in front of me, and it’s a move that I’ll replay over and over again.
I tilt my head back, a breath rushing from my chest. I look back down, watching and feeling her hands drag up my thighs and toward the top of my boxer briefs, her fingers looping into the waistband she was just toying with.
I brace my hands beside me and lift my ass as she pulls them down.
I think about the way she’s in control, how fucking sexy it is for a woman to be so comfortable with me to play.
My cock springs free, and she doesn’t waste a single moment before her tongue hits the base of my dick and drags flat up the length of me.
I moan, long and low, as her lips wrap around me, and she shifts up on her knees to take me all the way to the back of her throat.
The wet warmth of her and the way she hums as she takes me feels too damn good.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I breathe out. She works me so damn good, taking her time with every stroke of her tongue as she moves up and down my cock.
She uses her hand to help, gripping the base of me and rocking her wrist to follow every time she takes me in and out of her velvety mouth.
The way she sucks me off is a damn awakening.
I brace myself with one hand, holding my body up as the other hand moves to her head, fingers gliding into her hair.
Getting lost in her touch, I flex up, trying to chase the feeling, and she doesn’t even gag, simply digs her nails into my thigh and ass with a muffled moan, as if she wants more.
“Baby, if you don’t get up here,” I say through a groan, just as she works her mouth so far down that she gags, pulling off and out of breath, saliva glossing her lips.
I don’t let her recover from it, pulling her up and into my lap, kissing her and tasting myself on her tongue.
Working her dress up her waist and up over her head, I toss it to the floor.
She laughs as I lie back and pull her with me.
“Your mouth is too good,” I tell her before I kiss her again.
“I like hearing what that does to you,” she says, smiling against my lips.
I run my hands down the length of her body as she straddles me, my hands wrapping around the backs of her thighs.
She’s still wearing nothing but the sheer black thigh-highs strapped to the garter belt.
“These are going to need to make another appearance,” I say, running my fingers along the length of the straps.
With one more kiss, I move my body lower, lifting her just enough so I can get what I want.
“What are you—” Her words are clipped with her laugh at my eagerness.
“You’ve earned a ride, Crowne,” I say as I shift below her. “Sit on my mouth, baby, and let me hear you moan nice and loud for me.”
She bites her lip just as she places her knees on either side of my head.
I pull her down exactly where I want her and hum at the arousal that’s soaked between her thighs and along her slit.
A breath escapes her lips just as she settles against me.
She doesn’t try to hover or even hold back.
She grinds her pussy on my mouth, rolling her hips, and moans as she takes what she needs.
I work my tongue so she can use it, the scruff of my beard running up and down her clit on every roll, making her shiver.
She gasps when I wrap my arms around her thighs and hold her down, nearly suffocating myself.
It would be the best fucking way to go. Looking up, I see her playing with her tits as they move with her body. Fuck.
I can tell she’s about to come with the way her breath catches again, her moans turning quieter and her body going taut.
I don’t let up, moving my tongue, adding more pressure, swirling and sucking, and the second I do, she cries out.
Her body jerks forward as her orgasm works its way through her, thighs trembling and hands smacking down onto my chest to steady herself.
She soaks my tongue with her cum, the taste of it changing just slightly, sweeter, as it wets my beard and drips along my chin. So fucking good.
The moment her body slackens, I move from under her, and she sprawls on her side, smiling. I kiss her shoulder and kneel behind her, wrapping her in my arms, my front to her back as she catches her breath. She hums as she nudges her ass against my cock.
I hiss out through my teeth, nearly ready to come. “Is this okay? Bare. Without—” I rush out.
She nods. “It’s okay,” she whispers.
I don’t want a condom. I don’t want to stop, but I’m not going to do anything that she’ll regret later. “Are you sure?”
On a breathy whisper, she says, “I want you to slide that cock right inside and?—”
Her words are cut short as I pull her body against me, drape her leg over mine, and angle us so I can drag my cock through her slicked pussy from behind.
My fingers find her clit as I nudge my dick against her slit and slide in fully.
A whimper leaves her at the stretch, and she lifts her knee for a better angle as she gasps my name.
I can’t help but moan at how wet she is, the grip of her, and the slickness has my eyes rolling back.
“Like that,” I grit out, my lips pressed against her neck, just below her ear. “Fuck, baby, just like that.”
Working my fingers against her clit, it only takes a few minutes before she’s pulses around me, an audible gasp fleeing her chest, and then a moan that pushes me right to the edge. I drag my cock in and out, only twice more, unable to hold back the guttural sound that escapes me.
“On me,” she says, tipping her head up.
“Fuck—” I grit out, biting along her shoulder. Sweat drips down the center of my chest, my forearm tight from holding her against me. “Wyn,” I moan, sliding out of her and doing exactly as my dirty fucking girl asks.
My body shudders as my orgasm works me over, starting from every limb to the head of my dick, my spine curves, body jerking forward as I paint her pussy with my cum.
I drag my dick through it, rubbing it along her skin and down the inside of her thigh as one last tremor works through me.
Rocking my wrist slowly, I drag my palm up my shaft to the head of my dick, squeezing out every last fucking drop and spreading it on her skin.
Both of us ride out what’s left of each other’s orgasms, messy and sweaty, and more satisfied than I can ever remember being in my life.
Kissing up her neck, I come down from the high of it.
I’m still panting, my cock still semi-hard, as she says, “That was . . .” She sighs and takes a deep breath, melting back into me. I can hear her smile. “That was . . .” But instead of finishing that thought, she says, “You’re the most fun I’ve ever had.”
I smile against her, loving the way that makes me feel, and all I can think is that I want to be even more.
“Me too, baby.”
Thunder rumbling has me stirring out of whatever deep sleep I fell into. The spot beside me isn’t as warm as it was, and it forces my eyes open.
Across the room in the oversize leather chair, Wyn sits curled up, wearing my dress shirt and writing vigorously in a notebook.
The light from the corner is just enough to bathe her in shadows, her wavy hair tossed to one side.
She has a smile spread across her lips as she looks out the picturesque windows, thinking about something.
Whatever she’s focused on has her shifting back down to that notebook and writing more.
Sitting up, the thunder rumbles out again, and I decide to bring the comforter with me.
She finally notices me as I get up. “Did I wake you?”
I shake my head. “Just want to be near you,” I tell her, and she smiles softly.
She stands, making room for me on the chair, and then sits back down in my lap, the comforter pulled over us both.
I kiss along her exposed neck and look at what she’s writing.
Formulas to equations and then a doodle of two W’s.
On the page across from that is a list of things that were front and center at the Foxx distillery today—water filtration system, UV filters, bottle shape and design . . .
Looking out at the dark sky, she says, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about anything. And I know I can do this.”
Pride swells in my chest at hearing it. “I know you can too, baby.” Pressing another kiss to her shoulder, I reach for the notebook, looking at her scribbled pages.
“It feels right,” she says as she flips the page and jots down another item for her list of to-dos. “And I’m just deciding that I want it. Have you ever done that? Just listened to your gut, because you simply knew it was right?”
My chest warms as I hum and play with the ends of her hair. “Only once,” I say without any hesitation, and she turns her head to the side to look at me. “Falling in love with you,” I admit as her eyes meet mine. “Easiest feeling and decision I’ve ever made.”
“Julian,” she whispers, not expecting that from me. I didn’t expect to say it either.
Pulling her chin toward me, I kiss her lips lightly before I smile and add, “Since the minute you threatened me with those self-defense cat ears.”
She barks out an adorable laugh and covers her mouth. “And I did it twice.”
As she smiles, I run my fingers along the side of her cheek and feel like, of all the things I’ve chosen, this one, with her, is the most right of all of them.
The things she’s shared with me, the parts of her I know more about than any other person, are bigger to me than what I can put into words, but it’s all the pieces that make up loving someone—understanding and truths, respect and encouragement, lust and trust.
Lightning in the distance flashes. It’s too fast to see where it struck, but it was there. Like it’s punctuating this moment in my life.
She sets the notebook aside and settles against me, nuzzling into my neck, legs curled up and over mine.
Her fingers play along the leather cuff on my wrist as I hold her.
It’s a quiet calm, with only the sound of rain pattering against the window and her warmth in my arms, that has me content and nearly dozing off when she whispers, “I feel it too.”