Chapter 16
Itried. With everything I have, I tried not to give in, to stay strong and push her away. But there isn’t enough strength—within me or in this world—to stop this from happening.
The anger lodged in my chest fades, or rather, turns into something else. Something more incendiary. Something even less tamable. And I don’t want to bite her head off anymore, but bring her even closer to kiss her harder.
Starved, I do exactly that, pulling her into me to deepen my reach.
She doesn’t waste a second opening up. At the first lick of my tongue on hers, she buckles with a muffled moan.
I release her wrists to grab onto her, worried she’ll lose her balance.
As soon as they’re free, her hands come up so her fingers can tangle in my hair, tugging me closer.
Fuck … We were in the midst of a fight, and now this is all I can think of.
Her minty taste, the warmth of her tongue twirling with mine, the softness of her curves …
This woman is the only person in the world who will ever have that much control over me and my emotions.
“You’re aggravating,” I breathe out for only a second before retaking her mouth.
She pulls away, barely longer than I did, to say, “And you’re infuriating.”
The high emotions make me more dominant than I normally am.
More demanding. More voracious. But she doesn’t seem to mind, pliant under me, taking everything I’m giving.
We kiss as if we’ve never kissed before, as if we’ll never kiss again.
Like two lost souls starving for each other, we give and take all that is physically possible.
My hands roam of their own volition over her dress, fingers clutching, digging, and pulling. Hers explore my back, then they follow the muscles up and down my front. Her soft palms have me delirious for more, teasing and greedy altogether.
When she runs out of skin to explore, she tugs at my towel with a groan, easily untying it and letting it fall to the side.
With determination, she grabs my ass and pulls me against her.
My erection strains freely against her lower belly, the thin dress serving as a mediocre and unwanted barrier.
I’m already hard to a painful point, even though I came less than ten minutes ago.
Only this fucking woman could do this to me.
Her voraciousness pushes me further into mine.
I take back the little control I allowed her to have.
My hands seek what’s beneath her dress and fill themselves with the softness of her ass.
I press and knead, realizing there’s still plenty to toy with despite her weight loss.
One of my hands aims lower, slithering between her legs from behind, and I pass a couple of fingers right between her thighs over the lacy fabric that shields her pussy.
She moans my name into our kiss, trembling onto me. Fuck, she’s already drenched.
“My greedy little dork,” I grunt.
I let go of her ass so I can pull her dress up, bunching it at her waist, and return my hands to their rightful place. When I lift her enough to press my cock onto her soaked cunt, she lets out a soft cry.
“Aah, Lex …” she whimpers, ripping her face away to breathe.
More. I want more of everything. More of her moans, more of her pleas, more of her taste …
Still starving, I retreat to the smooth skin of her neck, kissing her there.
My beard must feel good there because she squirms against me, desperate for more.
And since I can’t refuse her anything, I run my tongue from her clavicle to her jaw.
It makes her so fucking weak in the knees that she has to hook an arm around my neck for balance.
Her hips writhe into me, languorously sliding her aching center against my cock while I keep exploring whatever skin I can access, leaving no inch unkissed or unattended.
When I return to her lips, she welcomes me with a whimper.
Then, like the little fucking tease she is, she sends her free hand between us to wrap it around my length, knowing exactly what to do to drive me mad.
An uncontrollable instinct to penetrate has my hips thrusting forward, like a fucking animal.
Precum seeps out at her touch, and she spreads it on the round, smooth head.
We’re doing this, aren’t we? If we aren’t, I’ll get blisters trying to fix this in the shower.
She motions to lift herself higher, so I help her bring her legs around my bare waist. Wrapped around me tightly, she deepens our kiss, as ravenous as I am. Yes, we’re doing this. There’s no going back. Not anymore. I take her to the bed and lay her on it, in the mess of her things.
I can’t believe I broke when she was finally packing her things and leaving. My goal was in reach, there for me to take, but I caved at the last possible moment.
The finality of it was too much to bear.
Had she gone back to her apartment, it would have been the end of us.
I would never have gone back to Kelex, to make sure I’d never come across her, and there would have been no more opportunities to rekindle our romance.
Nothing but endless months of depression, of having to remind myself why I need to stay away from her.
Instead, we’re kissing, my hips lodged between her legs, about to fuck.
Desperate to get more, she thrusts in rhythm against me, languorous, yearning. “Baby,” she moans with need.
“I know … I’ll take care of you.”
My hand grazes up her thighs, over the impossibly smooth skin, and then it dives between them.
The wet lace is easy to slip to the side, but I can’t resist the urge to run two fingers along her dripping slit.
She’s so fucking slick, so greedy for it, that I feel less embarrassed about the precum that can’t seem to stop dripping down my length.
“Ah, fuck …” she whimpers, looking up at me with glistening eyes.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I groan.
“And you’re so hard. Please …”
Starved for her taste, I bring my fingers up to engulf them between my lips.
Fuck, she tastes divine. I spent three months trying to map out her exact taste, to conjure it at will, but nothing will ever be close to this, to my precious dork’s enchanting taste.
Earthy, needy, and mine. As I kiss her again to share her flavor, I settle my cock between her damp folds and grind onto her, coating my length with her arousal.
“Lex, please,” she begs.
“What do you want?”
“Your cock. I want your cock inside me. Please …” She practically sobs the last words, as desperate as I am for it.
Because I make no move to get inside her, she reaches between us and wraps her slim fingers around my thick girth.
Like the greedy little thing she is, she guides me to her slit, jolting when I graze her swollen clit.
Part of me knows I can’t take her like this, not without preparing her for it more, but she’s so fucking wet that maybe I can risk it.
My hips move forward once our angle is right, taking what I crave to the point of madness.
We moan in unison as my tip enters her, and I tremble from the pleasure of it. The sensation seems so foreign yet so familiar. Aside from the dreams that kept torturing me, I’ve been deprived of this, of her warm tightness, the intimacy, our closeness …
When she lets out a frustrated whimper at my stillness, I breach further in. The next sound she makes is veiled with ache, so I halt my slow intrusion. I’m about to pull back when she grabs my ass to keep me right there.
“It’ll pass, keep going,” she begs.
“You’re not ready for me yet.”
“I am. Please, baby … I need you.”
I want to believe she knows what she can take, and I’m too fucking eager to fight her on it, so I push forward again, making half of my cock dip into her tightness.
The small scream she lets out is more pain than pleasure, and the tears that shimmer in her eyes aren’t solely from frustration anymore.
“Fuck,” I grunt, pushing myself up.
“No, keep going,” she demands, failing to keep me in her.
“I promised myself I’d never hurt you with my cock again, Andrea,” I utter. “Never make you bleed like that again.”
She mumbles a protest as her head falls back, and to distract her, I lower to a perky nipple that taunts me from under her blue dress and bite around it. I mirror the attention on the other side and then work my way down.
Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed her greed, her scent, her taste …
I’ve missed the ravenous darkness of her eyes when we get lost in moments of passion.
The warmth of her skin and its dampness when we fuck hard.
I missed the way she moans or begs my name, like a prayer and a curse.
And I missed the famished hunger that consumes us whenever we’re together.
My starved and hurried kisses soon reach her bare skin, right under her navel. Seconds later, I’m at her pussy. Fuck, I almost forgot how pretty she is everywhere. Perfection from head to toe. And that part, an array of pinks, soft like satin, and so fucking wet.
“Just one,” she decides, spreading her legs even wider. “You give me one orgasm, and then you fuck me.”
“So bossy.”
“I know you, Lex. I know you’ll eat me out for hours if I let you. But I need your cock in me. And I need it now.”
There she is. The assertive, confident, and demanding force of nature I fell in love with.
Ever since my return, she’s been a meek, compliant version of herself, one that only reminded me how much she was hurt by everything that happened.
But the woman I love was hiding in there the whole time, and she returned in full force during our argument.
I think that’s why I broke, why I’m about to eat her pussy like she’s the last meal I’ll ever get. She reminded me of why I love her, and of how she’s so much stronger than I give her credit for.
Because the underwear covers part of her, which I suddenly find unacceptable, I hook my fingers on each side and tug until it snaps.