Belong (Seven Year Itch #3)(42)
I liked it when she struggled. Her eyes were heavy, and the little squeals were enough to drive a man mad. I wanted to kick it up a notch, because I knew Harper would be napping for a while. It wasn’t every day that she tired herself out so much.
With Rachel restrained to the slats in my headboard, I scooted off the bed and pulled a pair of trouser socks out of my dresser, tugging on one to stretch it out some more. Rachel gave me a inquisitive stare. “Now what are you doing?”
I made my way back to hover over her naked, ravishing body. “Close your eyes and trust me.”
I didn’t tie it behind her head since I was certain the knot would be uncomfortable. Rachel needed to be relaxed to absorb all the benefits. After tucking it between her head and the pillow, I waved my hands around to make sure she couldn’t see. I got up again, but this time it was to fetch something I could use to tease her.
The first thing that came into view was a tassel hanging on a desk lamp from my college class. I chuckled as I walked over and grabbed it, running my hand through the strands. I’d always wondered what the hell I’d use it for except to collect dust. Now, nearly twelve years later, I had the perfect reason.
When I got back on the mattress this time I moved like a predator, scoping out my prey starting at her weakest point. Her legs were moving around, so I realized I needed to tend to them first. I latched my palm over one of her ankles. Her mouth opened as if she were startled that’s where I’d begin.
Slowly, just barely enough to graze, I drug the tassel across her toes. She wiggled her foot around. “That tickles. What is it?”
“Relax and enjoy it. As long as it gets you off, it shouldn’t matter what it is. Let’s just say for shits and giggles that I’m putting my education to use.”
An air-filled laugh escaped her sweet lips while I continued up her leg, making it to her knee without much of a reaction.
Then I got comfortable, positioned to camp out between her long legs. The tassel circled above her labia in a hypnotic rhythm. I watched as her * contracted the instant the tiny shreds made contact. The material traveled down, tickling the lowest part of her ass. When she tightened up I knew I needed to continue the game.
With her hands above her head, but not tight enough to cause discomfort, I flipped her body over, massaging both cheeks before adjusting my body for optimal viewing pleasure.
The tassel dangled, running up the crack of her ass. Her muscles reacted, resisting the intrusion at first. As I continued she began to relax. Her tight ass loosened, her legs spreading apart. Elicited cries resonated from above, though I was too concentrated to respond.
All I wanted was to give this woman the utmost satisfaction. I didn’t want her weak, it was quite the opposite. She needed more reasons to fight for us, for our love. The struggles we were about to endure would bring us closer than ever, if she’d only let them.
I smacked her ass lightly, using my strength to lift it in the air. Her knees bent, giving me ample space to work from her crack to her slick, gaping *.
My mouth came down to kiss over it, sledging deep into her channel with my tongue. My hands continued to massage her round cheeks, spreading her further apart for better maneuvering.
I thumbed her *, finally needing to flip her back around and feast until the hunger was satiated.
It probed around her clit, racing laps in a circular pattern. Rachel’s body reacted, arching and forcing me to go at it harder and faster. She was succumbing to an epic high, losing herself in an exquisite orgasm.
Feeling as if I’d conquered my first task, I ran my whiskers over her spent *, my engorged dick pulsating like a heartbeat. Her pheromones sent me over the edge, my only option to take her right then. Rachel’s eyes, exposed from her turning, narrowed in on my face approaching hers. Our lips smashed together, her tongue licking off the remnants of her beautiful release.
With insatiable force I plowed inside of her oozing channel, falling victim to the utter pleasure I got from her tight walls collapsing around me. She was coming again, losing it while I thrust faster. Our pace was unhinged, never meeting in a harmonious rhythm. Her clit slapped against my skin as we f*cked, hard and rough. Then I felt it, right at the tip, a release to fill her to the brim. I lost it, imagining my load crippling her from the inside out.
My body trembled as I came to a halt overtop of her. Our mouths never parted. “That will never get old.”
“Chad,” she whispered against my lips. I noticed tears falling out of each eye. “I don’t want to lose you again. I love you so much it’s tearing me apart.”
“We’ll figure it out. This can’t be a temporary affair, not this time. I won’t let it.”
“Just promise me whatever happens you’ll tell me the truth.”
“Always.” When I said it I meant it.
Chapter 22
Control.
It's a literal word, a powerful weapon that allows us to have what we want and need in life. It's also the thing that breaks us when we've reached the point of no return.
I'd given myself to Chad, in body and soul. I'd stopped fighting my heart and let myself fall, because I knew it was one of the only things I'd never been in control of. Coming down from that sort of high was like a truck driving straight into a brick wall. There was no possibility of surviving, at least not to be the person I was before.