Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
you’re wet
MARK
For a decade, I’ve made decisions based on my system of priorities and goals. Sometimes I need to work before I can exercise, exercise instead of sleep. Choose where and when to invest. Work instead of seeing my family.
Productivity over mindfulness.
The benefits and costs are weighed against each other. Good decisions are the ones made on good information.
Sometimes they end badly, but they were decisions made well.
Based on facts.
Not feelings.
Not based on a burning longing that will devour me from the inside if I don’t get to touch her again.
It’s a bad decision, and I know it—regardless of the outcome it might have.
But why does it feel so right? Being here. Looking at her.
Her hair sparkles with raindrops in the light from the street behind her, creating a twinkling halo around her smiling face.
“You know...” she says, her gentle voice almost lost in the rain. “I wanted it to be you.”
It hits me right in the chest, and when she reaches out to me, everything I know about decision-making goes out the window. She’s mine if I take her hand now.
So I do.
I pull her in and lift her up to get her as close to me as possible, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her rain-soaked beautiful face is an inch from mine, and the mild scent of jasmine meets my nose through the summer rain.
She smiles, that big smile that makes both of her dimples show, and I return it. Her hands are in my hair and finally I kiss those soft, plump lips again. This is everything. How could I ever need anything else? A sigh escapes her as she grinds in my arms, her body warm against my torso.
I need all of her. Now.
Walking up the steps to the door again, I keep my eyes on her in my arms, and I hate I have to put her down so she can let us in.
Before I do, I press my lips to hers again in a long kiss that makes my throat burn, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
I can’t believe I thought I could just ignore her, avoid her, and this would all go away.
This woman has turned my insides upside down.
Leaning my forehead on hers, I slowly set her down on her feet. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away,” I whisper.
“I know.” She studies my face, and a smile lingers on her lips. “Will you come inside? My brother’s out with friends. He might come home, but—”
I press a finger to her lips.
“I’d come inside even if your brother was sitting in the hallway. I’m not leaving you tonight.”
She stifles a laugh by leaning into my hand, and my heart warms. This feels absolutely like the right thing to do.
She unlocks the door, and I expect the dog to come flying out like last time. But it’s quiet in the hallway as we step inside. The only sound is the rain hammering on the windows.
“No slobbering Frenchie tonight?”
“He’s with Xander. Do you want some tea?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
“No.”
“Good,” she breathes and flings her arms around my neck.
I stagger, but quickly regain my balance, wrapping myself around her, holding her tight, as she plants her mouth on mine.
She seems as hungry for me as I am for her.
Our kisses are frantic, desperate. After what feels like weeks of foreplay, we’re finally together. In the light.
I kick my wet leather shoes off in the hallway, bending so I won’t break contact. “Where to?” I ask in between kisses.
“Oh, umm,” she pulls back. “I’m in the guest room.” She steps onto the stairs, and grabs my hand, tugging lightly. “Come.”
I follow her, and I very vaguely register it’s a nice house. But my attention is on that perfectly shaped arse peeking out from under her dress from this angle.
It takes all my willpower not to grab her and pull her to me, and I stifle a groan.
“This is me.”
Her room is white, beige … nothing like her.
It has the air of a temporary solution—there’s a pile of books in the corner with a laptop on top and a dining chair in front.
Has she been working like that? The only semblance of Rey in this room is the colourful clothes piled up on a chair, and shoes in a corner that look like they’ve been kicked off from a distance.
“Sorry, it’s a bit messy.” She flails her arms, and I grab her hands to stop her nerves from fraying further.
“You’re wet,” I say, bringing her close so I can undress her.
“That’s very presumptuous of you,” she says, huffing, but her cheeks turn an obvious red.
I raise my eyebrows and smirk at her. The thought that she wants me, knowing how I can make her moan, drives me wild.
“Your clothes,” I rasp. It’s all I can get out.
“Oh yes, my clothes are wet.” She laughs.
“Off.”
She turns her back to me and lifts her damp hair, and I take the hint.
I ease the zipper of her dress down, heat pooling in my lower stomach as more of her is exposed with every inch.
It’s like opening the most precious gift, and I need to savour it.
My thumb grazes her skin above the zipper on the way down, relishing the silkiness and the delicate fuzz at the small of her back.
I kiss her neck, and her breath hitches.
Moving a finger under the shoulder of the dress, I check in. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” she whispers, and I slip the dress off her shoulders, and she turns to me.
Biting my lip so I don’t let out the animalistic sounds I want to at the sight of her, I take it all in.
Her exquisite breasts, perfectly snug in a soft, white bra.
The slight curve of her stomach leading down to her matching lace underwear.
I want to rip it all off her and bury my face in every soft curve.
But I need to take my time and enjoy this.
“Fuck, you are breathtaking,” I whisper and trace a finger down her neck, across her collarbone to the tattoo. It’s been a while since I had sex, maybe almost a year. I can’t even remember after the mess started with Damian. This is going to be a hell of an exercise in self-control.
She draws a shaky breath.
“Mark.” It comes out almost as a moan.
Her small hands make their way up my arms, and she steps flush to me, pressing her breasts against my lower chest. They’re asking for me to ravage them.
I study her heart-shaped face, the deep brown eyes looking at me with so much need, and so much emotion.
So many unanswered questions. Questions I don’t want to hear right now.
“Mark,” she says again.
I brace myself for something that will break this spell.
“I need you to fuck me right now.”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She presses a finger against my lips, and her plump mouth forms the sound ‘shh’.
Wrapping my arms around her, I lift her up. Like before, she locks her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, but this time I can feel her hot cunt pressed against my stomach, even through two layers of clothes.
Her lips are on mine in an instant. It’s hungry and wild, she grinds against my abs. I need to get out of this waistcoat.
I move her to the bed and put her down. Her thick waves spread out around her head, framing the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen.
“You need to take those clothes off now,” she says. I don’t need to be told twice. Or technically, I suppose I did. The fabric of my waistcoat is wet and hard to work with, and after I finally get it off, I’ve had it with fucking buttons, so I rip my shirt off to an audible reaction from Rey.
“You are incredible.” She bites her lower lip, and I love the way her eyes roam over my bare torso. She slips her bra off, revealing those soft mounds I need in my mouth right away, but she points at my trousers.
“Show me all of you,” she says.
“Who’s the demanding one now?”
I chuckle, but do as she says. Pushing my trousers and boxers down, my erection bounces free to a gasp from the gorgeous woman it’s all in honour of. It’s hard as a rock, pre-cum already glistening on the tip.
“Please, Mark,” she pleads, lying down and tugging at her lace panties.
That voice so full of want, it fuels me even more.
I crawl over her to unwrap this incredible gift in front of me.
I’m so turned on I can’t see straight, so instead of pulling her underwear down, I rip it right off and she squeals, but she lets me spread her legs wider for me as I kneel over her on the bed.
“Fucking hell, Rey, you’re perfect.” I’m practically growling as I take in the sight of her in front of me.
Her pussy is pink and swollen, glistening with the need I heard in her voice.
Just as I imagined her all those times we spoke, but even better.
I slide a thumb over her clit and through her wet folds, finally doing what I told her to do on the phone.
She pretended her hand was mine, and now I’m here.
She arches up to meet my hand, moaning louder when I ease two fingers inside her.
A groan escapes me. The feeling of her softness, her warm, velvety pussy clenching around my fingers, is better than I imagined. She’s so tight, and so ready for me.
“Oh my God,” Rey breathes.
Curling my fingers inside her, moving in and out, I enjoy the sound of her arousal. The sight of her writhing under my hand makes it hard to keep my composure.
I need more.
I withdraw my fingers, to a protest from Rey, and lick the wetness off them, keeping my eyes on her.
“You taste so fucking good.”
Then I move back down and as my tongue makes its way through where my fingers just were, her hands are in my hair, holding on for dear life.
“Mark, it’s too good,” she whines, bucking.
Her words are like music. I love making her feel good, hearing her moan and breathe my name over and over as I drive my tongue into her cunt.
Her hands leave my hair and grasp the sheets on either side, and I keep going, flicking her clit, sucking her and fucking her with my tongue until she screams out and her legs clamp down.
I don’t stop, but ride through her orgasm until her shivers are over.
“You have a magnificent cunt,” I say to her glistening folds, and she lets out a huff of a laugh.
“That was amazing. You are amazing,” she breathes.
I crawl over her and kiss that delirious smile, finding her tongue with mine, letting her taste herself and how fucking incredible it is.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Rey.”
“Please.”
There’s a faint buzzing noise from over by the door, and for a moment I think she’s going to move away from me to get her phone, but her eyes are on me and her hands find my arms.
“Please, Mark,” she pleads again, moving her legs up around me and grinding that soft, warm pussy against my painfully hard cock.
“Careful, Rey, it’s been a while, and I want to make sure I last for you.” I look down and remember. “I … I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” she says. “And I’m clean, I’ve not been with anyone in—”
I kiss her—I don’t want to hear about who or when she fucked last. “Are you sure?” I lean my forehead on hers and she smiles, letting out a breathy yes.
I move the sensitive head of my throbbing dick to her entrance and tease it up and down her wetness. She arches against me, and I ease inside her.
“Oh my God, I’m not sure you’ll fit,” she whispers, her pussy clenches around me. I bite down, fuck, she’s so tight.
“It’ll fit.”
I kiss her neck below her ear and up to her earlobe. “Relax, I’ll take it easy on you.”
She moans as I slide in slowly, letting her narrow warmth get used to the size of me before I start moving. Slowly rocking, as promised.
“Harder,” she moans. “Give me more of you.”
Fuck. “You’re going to end me, Rey,” I bite out, giving her what she asks for. I lift one of her legs over my shoulder and angle her, and my cock fills her up entirely as I thrust. She cries out.
“More, yes, Mark.”
I’m surrounded by the sounds of her wetness as I move in and out, the bed as it hits the wall again and again, but, most of all, her sounds. Oh, her sounds. She calls out every time I thrust into her, and I can feel her clenching. She’s close.
I can hardly believe I’m still able to go; my cock has been about to explode since I walked into this room.
“Can I come inside you?” I manage to get out.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries and claws her nails down my back, and I lose it entirely.
The walls of her cunt spasm around me as I empty myself in her, and she cries out my name, but I can hardly hear it.
The pleasure rushing through me is all-consuming.
It vibrates through my body, into my fingertips.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe.
I slump down next to her, and she pants, muttering something, looking at me with hooded eyes filled with pleasure. This face. I want her to look like this every day because of me. That deliriously happy smile, rosy cheeks, a sheen of sweat, and glossy eyes from coming twice.
“Mmm,” I groan into her neck and kiss my way up to her swollen lips. “That was incredible.”
“Mhmm,” she says against my mouth. Her hand finds the side of my face, and I trace her body with my palm. The curve of her waist, up the hip. That marvellous arse of hers. My cock twitches between us, and she giggles. I don’t ever want to leave this place.
“This time, I’m going to take my time with you.”