Page 39 of Thirteen Years
His mouth crashed down on mine.
Chapter 26
This fucking woman.
This infuriating, insecure, beautiful, goddess of a woman really thought that I didn’t want her after everything? The fuck if I was going to let her walk away. She thought my being patient and understanding was me not wanting her? The hell with waiting anymore then. I wasn’t gentle when I kissed her. I was devouring her mouth. I wasn’t letting her come up for air and her whimpers just drove me on.
My hands found her waist, and pushed gently, never breaking the kiss. I moved her away from the wall and backwards, down the dark hallway, running into the opposite wall and knocking pictures askew.
“You better say right fucking now if you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me inside you,” I said staring down into her eyes as we went through my bedroom doorway, “because I’m fucking done being a gentleman.”
She just blinked at me, her pupils blown wide, but she didn’t say no and she didn’t speak up. So I took her mouth again, harder, sliding my hands up under her shirt and pulling it off. She was so soft and warm everywhere I felt too big or hard. I reached around unhooking her bra, tugging it off and throwing it somewhere behind me before gently pushing her back onto the bed.
She looked up at me, braced on her elbows, as I reached behind me with one arm and pulled my shirt off.
“You’ve got about ten seconds to the point of no return, Becks,” I panted, watching her breathe just as hard as I was. The light from the moon, trickling through the skylight above my bed, illuminated her below me. She was topless, and her nipples were already hard, begging for my mouth. I gritted my teeth, holding myself back from pouncing on her. She shook her head, barely noticeable, to tell me she didn’t want me to stop.
“You want me?” I asked, unfastening my belt with one hand, slowly pulling it out of the loops, maintaining eye contact.
She nodded, licking her lower lip.
“Need your words,” I responded.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I reached over pulling her closer to the edge of the bed by her ankles and yanked her shoes and socks off. I grasped the waistband of her leggings and panties tugging until she was naked, bare before me. I couldn’t even take a full breath. She was more beautiful than I’d imagined, and I allowed myself to take her in. She thought she was fat, that fuck of a man had convinced her that her body was undesirable. She was a curvy goddess and I wanted to worship her.
She closed her legs and made to cover herself from me as I kicked my own shoes and socks off.
“Nope,” I said, grabbing her shins and pulling her legs back apart. “You don’t get to hide from me,” I said, hitting my knees and moving her legs over my shoulders.
I crowded in as close as I could, licking up her core in one long motion, causing her to arch off the bed and clench the covers beside her. I wasn’t going to be slow or gentle. She needed to know how badly I wanted her. Needed her. I drove my tongue inside her, groaning at the taste swirling it around. Fucking her with it.
“Lucas!” she cried out.
“That’s it. You keep saying my name while you ride my tongue, beautiful,” I said, my lips sliding against her lower ones, sliding through her wetness. I slid one of my thick fingers deep inside her, crooking it, searching for the spot that made her thighs shake for me.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me, Becks. Tell me who it's all for. Why are you dripping, sweetheart?” I asked , thrusting my finger in and out of her. She was so fucking tight and hot around my finger, her pussy clenching, trying to keep it deep inside her when I withdrew it.
“Lucas!”
“Fucking tell me who makes you drip, Rebecca. Who the fuck makes you this wet?” I demanded, driving my finger deeper, circling it.
“YOU!” she cried, sobbing.
I continued rocking my hand against her, in and out to the knuckle, and added a second finger, scissoring them. I closed my lips around her clit, sucking hard. She came up off the bed, tightening her thighs around my head as she came, and I didn’t back off. I kept licking and sucking as she shuddered down from her high. When her body calmed, I continued, lashing at her sensitive clit with my tongue repeatedly until she gasped for me to stop.
“No,” I said. “Again.”
This wasn’t soft or gentle. This was desperation. I was desperate for her to know she couldn’t run. I was keeping her. She was mine and this was my claim.
“Lucas, I can’t…”
“You can. And you fucking will. Be a good girl for me. Stop fighting this. Stop fucking denying it. Stop arguing.”
I added a third finger, finding the fleshy spot inside of her, rubbing it hard and fast. It had her thighs tightening, hips jerking, a flood of fresh wetness covering my fingers.
“Oh God!” she cried.
