Belong (Seven Year Itch #3)(51)
This rendezvous, never meant to be in secret, was taking the best parts of me and boxing them where no one would ever find again. I’d always been a man of faith, but even God couldn’t help heal my heart, not unless he found some way to split me in two.
All my instincts told me this was where I belonged. All the roads always led me back to her. She was my future, even before I knew the man I’d become. Our most precious moments, forever becoming distant memories we’d never be able to get back.
“Tell me I’m not a fool for leaving this, Rach.”
She shook her head, never taking her gaze from mine. “You’re a good man, and a wonderful father. I respect your decisions. I always have.”
“I want you so bad, not just this, right now, but forever. I meant it when I asked you to marry me. I know we were playing around, but there’s nothing more I could want in this world. It’s not about the money, or what I have to my name. I could be homeless and I know you’d still love me. That’s how I know what I have with Veronica doesn’t mean shit to me. Imagining losing her might have hurt me, but the thought of walking away from you, it’s f*cking shredding my heart apart. I feel like I need you, and I’m willing to go to extremes to keep you close.”
“If you’re considering cutting me up and carrying me around in some kind of man purse I’m not okay with it.”
I chuckled while dipping down to taste her salty lips. “I’d treasure you though, you’d have to admit it.”
“You’re sick.”
I drug the back of my hand over her *, feeling the warmth and her enticing essence beckoning more attention. “Mmm, I need to be inside of you. Spread those long legs and let me have it.”
She did as I requested, staring at me as I stepped forward. My erect cock prodded her entrance, applying pressure so she’d be prepared for my taking. The heat between her legs didn’t compare to the hunger in her eyes. Being this close, knowing she wanted me, all of me, it was almost too much to bear.
Just as I was about to give up on any form of foreplay, Rachel slid off the bed, pushing me back a step so she could slip in front. She ran her hands up my thighs, my head falling back in response to her gentle caress. She moved closer, spreading my stance. Her face stared at my dick, her eyes heavy and starved.
She led me to sit on the mattress, scooting her body right back into position between my legs. I watched as she dipped down, kissing the skin between my thigh and sack. She ran her nose over the smooth area, exhaling her hot breath as she went. Her hair, disheveled from my hands being in it, hung over her shoulders, blocking me from an awesome show. I brushed both sides back, seeing her shining eyes staring holes into mine.
With my full erection in her hand, Rachel pretended to lick only to back away at the last second. She reached out her tongue, barely allowing it to frisk the tip. A strand of her saliva left a trail before breaking off?. She repeated the task, this time widened those lips to accept the girth. Her slippery mouth welcomed me in, an instant suction sparking a feast of deliverance. While she bobbed her head with precise rhythm, I held onto the mattress with one hand and used the other to run through her dark locks. I stared down at her scalp, struggling to hold it together while her mouth devoured my swollen cock.
Tiny groans escaped her as she moved, almost sounding like she was enjoying herself, as if I were her favorite chocolate dessert. She was savoring every inch, sucking me off until I hit the brink of ravishment. As she kept on, her spit had caused a slurping sound, making it impossible for me to hold out. ?Groans escaped my lips as my stability weakened. I could feel every muscle in my body tightening until I had completely constrained. Pushing her face away at the precise moment, I covered her chest and chin with my hot cum. As it oozed, she dipped down and sampled what remained on the tip, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip to finish.
Instead of being grossed out, Rachel stayed on her knees, her hands coming up and running through the ?remnants of my explosion. She sucked her fingertip in between her reddened lips again, watching as I fought to keep it together enough to continue.
My cock, still pulsating like a heartbeat, went limp from emptiness. I calmed my breathing and reached for Rachel, kissing her full on the mouth, not even caring about the mess. I was in a trance, succumbing to an animalistic behavior. I may have needed time to recuperate, but my hunger hadn't yet subsided.
We used to f*ck, taking advantage of the excitement that came with it. It was different now. We were different as a coupled yet still somehow the same. Rachel was like a fine wine, she'd ripened with age.? I wanted to drink her up until we were both drunk in each other. There was no way one night would ever satiate this kind of thirst.
I used my T-shirt to clean up her skin, all while our tongues mingled. Her kisses couldn't quench the desire I craved. I required a more delicate ending; one where our bodies were tangled together like a carnival pretzel.
Chapter 27
He was dazzling me with his charm, all while I fought to keep it together on the inside and out. Being with Chad was easy, all except for when we had to say goodbye.
I should have known he’d come bearing bad news. It wasn’t like we hadn’t been down this road before. Each time I watched him walk out of my life had left me with thicker skin, but for some reason I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it this time around. Too much depended on our relationship, on a future with the only man I knew could fill the empty void he’d left so long ago.