When my foot hits the living room tile, I stop dead in my tracks. Despite the humidity swirling around me, I’m frozen in place. Sweat forms on my upper lip and I get lightheaded at the sight before me. I’m a mix of anger and anguish, but a hit of arousal just came barreling through my body. My eyes dance around her skin. A body that I’ve only viewed in pieces. Never all at once. Never in full view. Not like this.
Standing across the room, just on the edge from where the house changes from inside to outdoors, my pixie stands wearing only a smirk and a sheen of sweat mixed with water from her toss into the pool. Droplets cascade down and around her curves, reminding me of the ski trails back home. Their chaotic movements opening a new pathway to either a drip off a shoulder, elbow, or nipple. Over the flare of her hip and thighs. What I wouldn’t give to lick up each drop. Explore every path.
Her long blonde hair is slicked back behind her as I catalog the map of her body. I know I have to blink, but if I do, this perfect moment and all of her vulnerability might disappear. My mouth waters and it forces me to swallow.
I never told my feet to start moving, but that’s what they’re doing. I can’t stop. I’ve fantasized about this woman for longer than I can recall. I’ve never wanted to bite, fuck, slap, and snuggle someone more in my entire life. And in that order too. I feel slightly delirious as I stop in front of her.
I rake my eyes down her front, working into memory all of the parts I’ve never seen before. The curve of her tits and the small beauty mark on the underside of the left one. The way her hips take a sharp turn toward her belly button. Her bare pussy just waiting to be kissed again, and then fucked hard, and properly. I can’t help it; I lick my lips at the thought. The taste of it, of her, coming back to me. My cock lunges in my shorts. The movement draws her attention down. Her smirk grows into a deviously bright smile as she stares up at me again.
“We have two days.” She’s breathing heavily, making her chest move up and down to a rhythm I want to mimic. “Two days, Henry. Without anyone we know around to ask questions. No explanations needed. No eyes or gossips. Just us. I’d like to finish all the things we’ve ever started.” She raises an eyebrow in challenge. As if I’d pull back from this. From her. A better man would tell her to put clothes on. A good man would tell her she can’t use sex as a way to cope with chaos. I’m not that good or too decent to begin with, though I am smart. Smart enough to know that if this moment slips away, I’ll regret it more than any other moment of my life.
I move before she can say another word. I pull her into me as she pushes back, and we collide. Our mouths slamming together with a shared moan of relief. Tongues thrusting violently, teeth clanging, and her arms wrapping tightly around my neck. There’s no holding back. We bruise our lips in a fight to feel every centimeter of the other’s mouth. I can’t find it in me to be gentle right now. I grip one hand around her neck, my fingers thrusting into her hair and tugging. Enough to move her the way I want her. Tilted enough for my tongue to swipe across her mouth and down her neck. I nip at her jaw while her fingers glide along my scalp with a whimper.
She’s so much smaller than I am. Her thick legs, with their olive tone and soft skin, are so goddamn sexy to grip. And I grab them with force as I bend lower and lift them up. She locks around my waist, smiling into our kiss as our teeth clank for a moment.
Her bare pussy presses against my stomach, heavy breasts pushing against my chest, legs wrapped tight at my back, slightly shaking in my hold. Gripping her ass hard, I spread her cheeks as she grinds herself into me. I try to move us down the hallway to the bedroom, but as her mouth wraps around my ear, my steps falter with a groan. I push her against the wall, helping me hold her up, needing more of her right this second. The leverage frees my hand, so I can palm one of her breasts as she arches into me. Leaning down, I suck her hard nipple into my mouth. I suck so hard that she moans into my ear, urging me on. Turning me more into a savage for her than I thought possible.
“Fuck,” she breathes.
I hoist her up higher on the wall and move my mouth to the other side. Licking around her nipple and swirling my tongue before I reward myself with a mouthful of her gorgeous tit. The noises leaving her throat have me ready to fully devour this woman. Every goddamn inch of her.
She snakes one arm around the back of my neck as the other grips my chin. Pulling back to look at me, she says, “I need you to deliver on the promise your eyes are always making.” Her tone a sultry gravel.
I nip at her fingers and pull us away from the wall, farther down the hall. She stares at my face, both of us laced with need, but also so much more.
I laugh. “And what promise is that, Pixie?”
“That you’re going to fucking ruin me.”
34
Giselle
My reflectionin the mirror across from where we stand, or rather where he stands and holds me tightly against the wall, makes me smile wider. He follows my line of sight to our reflection, and that dimple on his cheek appears with a devilish smirk in its wake. As he turns us around, I drop my legs, my feet meeting the floor. He shifts my body, so we both face the full mirror, taking each other in. I’m completely naked, but from the way his eyes are dragging across my skin, I’m cloaked in confidence. My skin buzzes, needing to be touched however he sees fit.
“Look at how fucking perfect you look in my arms, Pixie,” he whispers across my neck. Meeting my eyes in the mirror, he wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me tighter into his chest. The other hand threads up into my hair, tilting my head farther to the side, baring my neck so he can kiss me there.
The arm around my waist moves lower, ever so slowly. I watch in anticipation as it gets closer to my pussy, as if I can’t even feel it, only watch to see when it’ll get to where I want it. My skin’s on fire as I watch first and then feel. A private show to something I’ve imagined for far too long. Right now, I’m at his mercy. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
When I blink, his other hand travels from my hair down the side of my neck and over the pulse that’s working in overdrive. Then I watch with eagerness as he drags his knuckles through the lips of my slick pussy. That simple touch sending a full-body chill through me.
“You like watching me touch you, Pixie?” he whispers across my cheek.
Back and forth, he drags his knuckles, and I’m in a trance, watching and feeling. As my core tightens from the overwhelmingly light touches of his lips and hands, arousal drips down my inner thighs. I pull my eyes away and meet his gaze in the mirror. Moving his hand from my neck to my throat, his fingers trail up my chin, and his middle finger brushes across my puffy, and likely bruised, lower lip. I’ve never kissed anyone so hard in all my life. Our eyes stay connected as my tongue peeks out to lick the pad of his finger. He likes that because he adds his ring finger, softly moving them back and forth across my tongue and pushing them into my mouth. I suck hard at the same time as he uses his other hand to spread the lips of my pussy and thrust two fingers inside me.
We watch each other through the reflection of the mirror, as I suck on his fingers and feel him hard and grinding into me from behind. I moan around them as I see and feel him curve his two fingers forward and hit that spot inside of me that’s pure, unadulterated pleasure. His jaw is slack as he watches and feels along with me, the air escaping his rumbling chest, caressing every kiss he leaves on my neck. The filthy sight of his fingers pushing in and out of me has unlocked an entirely new level of lust I hadn’t known existed until this moment.
“Just like that, Pixie. Suck my fingers like you want to suck my cock. I can’t wait to glide along this tongue, fuck this sweet tasting pussy,” he growls and then pulls his fingers out and slaps my clit. Hearing his filthy words and feeling him dominate me has me ready to fall over the edge.
And he’s not about to let up. If anything, his pace stays consistent as his fingers move in and out of my mouth. I coat them with saliva and suck as if it’s a test for how well I can follow his direction. When he pulls them out and drags them over my nipple, I gasp at the sensation and sight of our reflection. He adds his fingers back into my pussy, and the intrusion pushes a moan from my lips. Using his free hand, he pushes down the waist of his pants. I feel him rub the head of his cock back and forth along my lower back.
I’m desperate for all of him as I turn my head and pull his neck toward me, crashing my lips into his. The urgency and need are back in abundance, and I’ve never wanted anything more than to feel him inside of me.
“Tell me you want this. G, tell me you want me to fill this pussy right now.”
I moan at his words.
“Baby, fill my tight pussy with that big, beautiful cock right now.”