28. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Arlo
I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I’m not second-guessing a thing. That’s not to say we’re completely good. I know we still have a lot to work on, but she’s taking a chance again. It’s better than I could have hoped for. The merry-go-round we’ve been on finally feels like it’s coming to a stop.
I lean forward, resting my forehead on hers.
“Thank you,” I whisper before pressing my lips to hers. An overwhelming feeling of rightness surrounds me. This is where I’m supposed to be, with Rina, always.
Our kiss grows deeper, tongues tangling as I grip her jaw in my palm. I can’t remember the last time I just kissed her, and it’s glorious. I think I could live the rest of my life only kissing this woman and be totally complete.
I break the kiss, Rina gasping as I move to her jaw and down her neck. The sudden urge to mark her, to show anyone who looks at her that she’s finally mine after all this time, is too strong to ignore. I nip her neck before moving to that spot where her shoulder meets it. My teeth sink into her. A breathless moan greets my ears as I lick the abused flesh.
“Fuck, I missed you so much,” I murmur into her skin. ”I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine, Emmerdeur. ”
“Show me,” she moans as her hips lift against my thigh to get friction.
“You want me to show you how hard you get me? Show you exactly how little it takes to work me up around you? Or do you want me to show you I still know exactly how to work your body? Coax out every ounce of pleasure from your bones before finally giving you what you really want?”
“Jesus, where did your mouth come from?” She groans as her nails rake down my chest.
“You didn’t want more than sex before. It was safer to stay quiet.” I shove my borrowed T-shirt up as she arches against my chest, not caring if I have to rip it off her damn body. I need her naked now.
Leaning back on my knees, my fingertips feather from the bite mark I just gave her down to breasts. Gently circling her nipple before cupping her, I take a minute to just look at her. Tattoos cover more of her body than not. It’s not that I hadn’t noticed them—obviously I had, especially the colorful sleeves she has—but I’ve never gotten the time to just look at them.
A vine of thorns forms the curve under both breasts. Words line her ribcage, causing me to lean in closer to read them.
The strongest hearts are the ones that have been broken.
“Tattoos became a way to ease the pain, to release it,” she whispers.
“Maybe one day, I can be the cause of a happy tattoo instead of a sad one.” I kiss along the words, vowing to make that a reality.
My tongue drags along her stomach, feeling it contract under my touch as I slip my fingers into her panties. Dragging them down her smooth legs is an erotic dance that makes me glad my basketball shorts are still on .
Leaning back once more with her completely naked, I tip my head back and thank whomever I need to for letting me be with Rina in this moment. My hand reaches for her foot before bringing it up to my lips. Pressing soft kisses to every inch of skin I can reach, I drift up her leg.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a shuttering breath.
“Savoring.” I continue my path until I can’t reach any further from my stance and then switch legs.
“You’re killing me.”
“It’s been fifteen years since I got to taste every inch of you. I’ll be damned if I wait another second to do it again. You know I’ll take care of you,” I murmur between kisses on her other leg.
“After you torture me to death,” she whines, her hips trying to arch up before I pin them down with my hand.
“Keep complaining, Marina, and it’ll only make me take longer.”
“God, I fucking hate when you call me that.”
“You love it. Insults are practically your love language at this point.” I smirk.
“And yet, you’re into that,” she quips.
“So fucking into it.” I groan as I drop her leg and collapse between her legs. Her giggle fills the room but abruptly stops when I nibble the inside of her thigh. Switching sides, I barely hold off devouring her pretty pussy until I’ve explored every inch of her body. But this feels like a new beginning, and I’m taking advantage of that.
Her hands land on my head, groping for a grip but finding none in my crew cut.
“Damnit, grow your hair out,” she growls, frustrated.
“No.” I nip her clit before sliding up her body and coming face to face with her .
Her gaze catches mine. “You’re different.”
“How so?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“You seem lighter, happier.”
“I have you in my bed. What more could I want?” Her eyes glitter, and I get the sense I’m overwhelming her. I grab her hand, kissing my way up her colorful skin before switching to the other. My hips take on a mind of their own, grinding into her to relieve a little of the tension.
“If you don’t take your damn shorts off, I’m going to scream.” She grips my shoulders.
I lean back with a smirk. “You’re just begging me to take longer, aren’t you?”
“It’s ridiculous that I’m begging for your cock right now and you’re denying me.” She huffs.
“I’m not denying you, Emmerdeur. I’m loving you.”
She stares at me for a long minute, and I feel frozen in her gaze.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
Who am I to refuse my wife?
My wife.
That could be a real possibility in the future, not just wishful thinking.
Our kiss turns heated within a second. Her hands scrape down my side and hook into my shorts before I feel her hips shift. She’s wiggling all over the place, and I finally release her lips to figure out what she’s doing.
Her feet hook into my shorts as I pull back, and they shove the offending material down my legs. I chuckle. I can’t help it.
“Easy, girl, you could have just asked.” I grin.
“I fucking did! So, excuse me for taking it upon myself.” Her outrage just turns me on .
“Keep talking dirty, Rina. It’s doing it for me.” I kick off my shorts completely before shifting close to her.
Her laughter shakes her chest, and I get distracted for a second. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously happy,” I offer.
“And cheesy as hell.” She rolls her eyes.
“You love it,” I murmur against her lips as I drag my cock through her wetness.
“I honestly do, and it’s only mildly irritating.” She hooks a heel around my ass and pulls me in.
“I’m not done yet.” I bite her shoulder again before shuffling down her body, kissing as I move. Once I’m between her legs again, I shove her legs open and press a kiss to her clit.
“Yesss,” she hisses.
As much as I want to continue this sweet torture, I’m about to lose all of my control, and getting her an orgasm before that point is my number one priority.
I nip at her clit before I lick everywhere I can touch. Her hands grip my head and shove me closer. Her moans are a symphony I need to hear more of. I snake my hand up her leg, sliding one finger inside of her, causing her back to arch and her screams to fill the room. My dick grinds into the mattress on the verge of losing my shit like a teenager, but I barely hold on. I slip another finger insider, crooking my finger to hit the spot I know will send her to the moon in minutes.
“Arlo!” Her chant is the only thing I hear as her thighs close in around my head and her body tightens up with her orgasm. I wait for her to come down, and once her thighs release me from the greatest prison there is, I move up, gripping her neck as I kiss her like my life depends on it .
Ripping my lips from hers, we both pant as we catch our breath, but I barely give us time to do so before I notch my cock at her entrance and slide in with one smooth stroke.
“Holy shit,” Rina breathes.
“God, you feel good. So fucking good. I just want to bury myself inside of you and never leave.” I grunt as I thrust hard, shifting us up the bed.
She wraps her body around me, making sure every possible inch of skin is touching. Her gasps fuel a part of me I didn’t realize I had. This need to own her, to ravage her so she knows I’m the only man that makes her feel this way takes over.
“Tell me it’s only me. Tell me we’ll make it through everything together,” I whisper as I roll my hips.
“It’s you, Arlo. It’s always you.” She’s breathless, barely able to get the words out, but I hear them and it sends me spiraling.
My teeth find that spot at the junction of her neck and shoulder again, clamping down as my thrusts pick up and I grind against her clit.
Her legs and arms squeeze me as tight as possible as she grips me and pulses as she comes. The feeling of her coming around me, knowing we can overcome anything, sends me over the edge.
She collapses under me, and I thrust hard once more as I come.
A crash sounds around us as the mattress drops us to the ground. Rina’s tinkling laughter tightens her around my dick. I groan, still trying to figure out what just happened through the haze of my orgasm.
“What the fuck?” I breathe as I pull back from our entanglement and look around.