Belong (Seven Year Itch #3)(41)
Just then Harper ran up and plowed into my legs. “I’m hungry.”
I looked down at my daughter, fighting the urge to call for a sitter and spend the rest of the day reminding Rachel why this was still our chance to be together. My priorities were screwed up, and I had to take into consideration the stress I’d been under to accept my inability to keep it together. “Let’s go get you something to eat. I’m starving.”
Instead of holding my hand, Rachel followed behind me, almost like we weren’t there together. I hated it, but didn’t want to upset my daughter. It was daunting, pretending to be just friends with Rachel, when all I longed for was to have her in my arms.
The pregnancy was bouncing around in my mind, stabbing me with worry. I needed to call Veronica, but I wasn’t willing to take a second away from Rachel.
We bought lunch from a street vendor and ate in the park overlooking the Washington D.C. Monument. I’d been there more times than I’d like to count, but I swore this was the most beautiful I’d ever seen it. I pulled out my phone and captured a picture of the girls laughing together. Then I asked a gentlemen behind us to take one of the three of us. It was something I knew I’d cherish, even if I lost my way and was forced to return to the life I no longer wanted.
Rachel was quiet as we drove back to the mansion. She stared out the window, or sent emails on her phone, pretending to be busy to avoid me at all costs. I understood why. She was keeping herself occupied to prevent from losing her shit in front of Harper, but mostly me.
Harper fell asleep before we reached the house. I carried her inside and placed her on the couch in the great room, turning on cartoons for background noise.
Rachel remained in the foyer, and for a second I thought she was about to leave.
I rushed in and took both of her hands in mine. “Come upstairs with me.”
“Why?” A hint of a smile formed on her face for only a second.
“Because I need to make love to you. That’s why.”
“What will it solve?”
“If this is your way of saying goodbye to me, it’s not going to happen. If today is our last, I want you to always remember where you belong. Be with me. Love me one more time, Rach. I can’t let you go any other way.”
"Okay," she said while slipping her arm under mine. "For as long as this lasts, I'll stay with you, because the idea of getting in my car and driving away is impossible to fathom."
We ?made our way to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind us. Rachel shoved me toward the bed, unfastening her pants as she stepped. I watched her walk out of them while tugging my shirt over my head. Her palms flattened against my chest as she pushed me down on the mattress. I leaned on my elbows as we kissed, her body climbing on top of mine. She tasted like heaven, her lips soft and alluring. I sat up latching my fingers around the hem of her top, removing it easily. Already fully aroused, Rachel's hands gripped my cock still inside of my boxers. Her palms, soft and small, gradually moved, playing tug of war with my appendage.
Her seductive kisses were addictive. I knew with little effort she'd have me begging her to slow down. Nothing was ever easy with Rachel, unless we were in bed, and then it felt like the most natural and earth shattering experience a person could have.
We straddled each other?, her tongue still teasing mine as we adjusted. Rachel massaged my balls, cupping them while I leaned her back to take in her erect brown nipples. With one hand I grazed my fingertips between them, dragging across her ribs, and then back up to circle over each tit. With each stroke her body trembled, shaking as if my touch was ice cold. I bit down on my lower lip and took her in, examining parts of her I'd been thinking about all day.
As she continued to rock her hips? to the same rhythm her hand rubbed my dick, I let my own dive down between those sexy thighs to sample her warm, welcoming *.
I drove a finger inside of her, my cock jerking as the excitement shot to new heights. Her wet sex forced me to remember how many times we'd f*cked?, opposed to serious love making. The more she moaned, the harder it was to do things at a gradual pace. I withdrew my fingers, slipping them over the skin of her abdomen, between her breasts, and finally over her mouth. They separated, allowing me to course mine against her tongue. I licked my own lips, remembering the way she tasted when I ate her *, the smoothness of her skin, the way she became soaked from the passionate way I ran my tongue over her clit, repeatedly. My hunger for her was increasing as I recalled it with vivid detail. “You’re so f*cking beautiful, Rach. Move back on the pillow, I need to taste you.” I rubbed my facial stubble over her nipple, getting a rise out of Rachel as her body moved. My mouth opened and coaxed around her hardened tit, finally sucking it hard between my teeth. When I let go, a red marked was left where I’d done it.
Rachel lifted her hands over her head, gripping the headboard. She was stretched for optimal viewing pleasure, and I took full advantage of it, backing up and letting my poignant eyes follow every inch of her. I reached off the side of the bed and fetched her pants, splitting the legs and tying them around her wrists. With her bound to the bed, I lightly ran my fingertips over her lips, down her chest, all the way to her delicious *. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this to belong to me.”
“It’s yours.”
“Say it again, babe.”
“It’s yours. Please. It’s all yours.”