She gasped as my knuckle grazed her heat. “Take them off me.”
Before I could, happy to let her guide this tonight, she rose to her knees and removed them herself. They were simple cotton ones I knew Luca had provided, and thank fuck they were utilitarian, not sexy, or I’d have been forced to have a completely different conversation with Luca.
She moved off far enough to finish sliding them down her legs, kicking them to the floor. The sight of her bared, confident, and wanting me was almost my undoing. I had no idea how lucky I was to find her twice now, but I said a quick silent prayer of thanks and reached for her.
“Uh-uh. You said I was in charge.” She clucked her tongue at me and shook her head, sliding off the bed until she had her fingers curled around my waistband and pulled off my jeans.
“Addi.” It was a warning and plea, and I never begged in bed, but I was learning that with Addi, I was willing to try a variety of new things.
“My turn, right?” she whispered, uncertainty clouding her gaze.
I flung my arms out to my sides on the bed, letting her see how much I meant it. “Take whatever you need, but if you don’t get started soon, this is going to be over much faster than you’d like.” I gestured down to my cock, which was leaking fluid from the tip as it stood hard and erect.
She blushed and then pushed her lips to one side, grinning at me.
“Good. Because there’s something I’ve been wanting to do.” She climbed back on the bed. Her hair brushed against my abs as she bent down and, without playing, without teasing, and without any hesitancy, took me in her mouth, far, all the way until I hit the back of her throat, making her pull back. Glorious. Her mouth was wet and warm, so tight around me. My balls pulled tight at her first touch, pulling a groan from my mouth. It took all the restraint I had not to thrust my hips into her.
“Addi.”
My hands itched to hold her against me, but I curled them into the bed beneath me as she took me deep again. There was no buildup, just perfect suction as she sucked me. She moaned, and the little vibrations of her throat were almost my undoing as I forced my hips to stay still, but goddamn this woman was good at everything she did…including me.
I gasped, jaw clenched tight. “Honey, I don’t want to end this way.”
She looked up at me, the tip of my dick in her mouth, and I swore she flashed me a little evil gleam right before she added a hand to work it and her mouth on me, twisting and licking the tip before she slid her hand up my chest, down my abs. Her hand was soft, her mouth hot and wet and firm. The different sensations shot pleasure down my shaft straight to my balls.
Her ass was in the air, round and high, and if she had been in a different position, it would have been red from teasing me. It was that thought—the image of her with a red ass from my hand—that forced a low growl from my throat.
“Addi,” I warned, my orgasm close, and right when I thought she was going to take me all the way, she pulled off. I wasn’t sure whether to curse her or thank her. “Fuck. You almost made me come.”
“I know.” She seemed so damn pleased with herself, and I grinned at her.
“What else do you need from me?” Because hell, she’d done so damn well so far.
“Just you,” she whispered, and there was a depth of emotion in those two words. I wanted to bring her to me and hold her against me.
“I have a condom in my wallet in my jeans,” I told her, waiting until she slid forward and draped her thighs over my hips.
“I had an IUD put in when…” She trailed off and blinked, and the glossy, lusty look on her face and in her pink cheeks paled.
I could imagine how that sentence would finish and put a stop to it.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, sliding my hand up her back. I curled it around her shoulder and then slid back down, my fingertips tracing the bumps down her spine.
“With my life.”
With pressure at her back, I pressed her toward me until her lips fell to mine and her hair created a curtain, hiding us together.
I moved my hand to her hip, sensing that, with her sweetness, her moment of control was over. I guided her to me, held my dick straight up, and rubbed it through her wet center, sliding it around her clit until her breathing grew ragged from my teasing before I pressed against her.
“Shawn…” She gasped as I slowly brought her down on me, inch by inch until her thighs were shaking. “Please. Make me forget today.”
“I’ll do my best,” I whispered and kissed her. I slid my tongue into her mouth, captured it with a bruising kiss, and then slammed my hips up, filling her, hitting the end of her deep inside as she let out a cry of pain and pleasure into my mouth, and then I didn’t stop.
She could use me all she needed to. I was so gone for this woman I’d be her whipping boy if she asked.
I stayed on the bottom, fucking her from beneath rapidly and forcefully as she rode me, hands clinging to my shoulders, our tongues and mouths fused together until her body shook. My hands fell to her hips and I fucked her harder until her barely restrained screams and pleasured moans filled the room.
It didn’t take long before she came, her body tightening around me, pulling me to my own orgasm before I was fully prepared, but hell if losing control with her didn’t get my blood heating all over again.
She collapsed on my chest, cheek to my shoulder, hand on my other one with her fingers trailing lightly over my hot skin.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “That was no sacrifice, honey.”
She laughed softly, her warm puffs of breath tickling the hair at my chest, and she fell asleep.
I held her as long as I could stand, until I turned fully soft and slid out of her. Carefully, I rolled her to her side, and while she slept, I cleaned both of us before crawling back into the bed with her.
After the last two days, I didn’t think sleep would come so easily for me, but Addi was safe, curled into my chest as if it was a lifelong habit.
I’d never let her go again.
“No!”
A wretched scream vibrated in my ears and yanked me from sleep.
Next to me, Addi thrashed beneath the sheets, clawing at them, fighting to get out of the mess she’d tangled herself in. At some point, she’d moved to the far side of the mattress, and I threw myself out of bed when she cried out and screamed, a guttural sound that coiled something dark in my gut.
She was dripping in sweat, beads of it on her forehead, glistening from the glow of the lamp I’d left on in case this happened.
It took seconds for me to dig through a mess of clothes and grab my boxers, seconds to rush to the other side of the bed before I picked her up.
“Stop! No!” She swung her arm toward my face. I ducked to the side, managing to grab her wrist before that palm met my cheek.
“Addi,” I barked, holding her tight against me. Her feet kicked, legs scrambling to get away, and I wrapped them around my own legs. “Addi. Wake up.” I kissed her forehead, tasting the sting of salt and sweat as tears poured down her cheeks.
Jesus.
I’d known this would happen after finding her losing it in the shower earlier. My heart raced as I clung to her tightly, wrapping her up in my arms and my body. I kept kissing her, calling her name, telling her she was safe until slowly, the fight drained from her and her tense fingers loosened, splayed against my chest.