Chapter 38 #2
She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, her eyes locked on my hand.
“Put two inside,” I tell her. She listens—imagine that. I watch as she follows my demands. I dip my chin in approval, refusing to look at her face as I jerk myself off because I know how quickly it’ll send me over the edge. “Take them out and give them to me.”
Her eyes widen as I lean forward. I snatch her wrist, pulling her hand up to my mouth, and suck her fingers clean in one, swift motion.
Her mouth falls open.
“That is the hottest thing I have ever seen,” she whispers as my tongue drags along her fingers.
How the fuck am I supposed to quit her after this? How?
That’s a problem for tomorrow.
I drop her hand and position myself between her legs.
I’ve had enough playing around. I need this.
She’s wrong though—this is the hottest thing either of us have ever seen.
Me sliding into her. Our bodies working together in this way.
My dick pushing inside her tight, wet—I groan when I’m fully seated, bracketing her hips with my hands.
She sucks in this little breath that sounds like it’s a cross between surprise and pain and my eyes snap up to her face.
“You okay?” I breathe, trying not to move.
She nods frantically, but the worry doesn’t ease. “You’re just…Give me a second.”
Shit.
I lean down, feeling the way her body is trembling under mine. I push her hair out of her face. No smile. No arrogance. No charm. I scan her face carefully, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth.
My chest constricts.
“Talk to me.”
She sucks in another shaky breath, forcing a little smile. “You’re very well situated down there. My body just needs a second.”
Damn. That’s one way to inflate a man’s ego.
I lean down to kiss her. I slide my tongue into her mouth, kissing her slowly, like I’m desperate to memorize the feeling.
Maybe I am. Maybe I’ve slowly been memorizing her this whole time.
I melt against her, our mouths lazily moving together until she’s warm and ready, and her body starts to move beneath mine.
I kiss along her cheekbone, all the way up to her hair. “Have we adjusted, Wedding Date?”
“Oh, we’re so adjusted,” she murmurs, angling her head and smashing her mouth to mine.
Game on.
I thrust into her, deep and fully. It’s euphoric. The feeling of her is impossible to describe. I groan into her mouth as she throws her head back, tearing her lips from mine. She clings to my shoulders, her mouth hanging open, and I watch every second of it.
I’m not sure how one walks away from her after they’ve had her.
I fuck her like she asked me so nicely to, holding her hips, staring down at her face, her body, her mouth.
And someone up there must have it out for me, because I know for certain that this won’t be the last time this happens. I’ll be fucking damned if this is the last time I watch that face come apart, watch that stomach tighten with pleasure, that I touch this skin or kiss this mouth.
The only sounds between us are our bodies moving together, my muffled groans, and her desperate whimpers.
Occasionally, she’ll start begging me for more under her breath, over and over, and I’ll pick up the pace, watch her head fall to the side, and think of how fucking bad this is.
How bad it is because of how good it is.
But we don’t speak. We don’t tell each other it feels good, because we know.
It’s undeniable. I don’t ask what she needs or wants, because I know.
Inexplicably, I know. I don’t tell her when to place her palm on my stomach, trailing down my abs, or when to pull my mouth to hers, or when—as she learns quickly, to bite on my bottom lip. She just fucking knows.
And when my mouth falls open, a tell-tale sign that I’m about to come, she nods with a furrowed brow, telling me that it’s okay.
I come, groans exploding from me, fucking her through it to try and get her there, too.
And right before the last wave, she forces me to my back and climbs on top of me.
Straddling me, she starts riding my cock, an eager look in her eye—like she’s going to get one more before I soften.
I open my mouth to tell her I’ll get her off one way or another, but she grabs my hands and forces them to her hips.
She throws her head back, blonde hair everywhere, and rides me.
I suck in a breath, oversensitive and pissed that I came first, but it takes only a minute of her grinding on my lap and me thrusting up to meet her movements before she lets out the hottest, most indescribable sound as she crashes over the edge.
“Fuck,” I groan, watching her, sliding my thumb between her legs to increase whatever pleasure she’s found. Her breath hitches, her body shaking, but she keeps her pace, eyes snapping down to me.
Her movements slow, but she continues to grind against my hand. My dick is still inside her, slowly trying to come back to life. We stare at each other for only a second before she’s breaking into a grin, and I’m chuckling under my breath.
I guess we were bound to happen eventually.
She leans forward and drapes herself over my body, tossing all that hair to one side, and takes my earlobe into her mouth.
“I win,” she whispers triumphantly.
I yank her to my chest, holding her there while she breaks into laughter.
I win, too, sweetheart.