Her eyes sparkle, and she reaches up to run her hand over my hair and behind my neck. “Yeah, I like that.”
“I like it too,” I whisper and slide my hand lower.
“I’m glad—oh, gosh.”
I catch her breathless gasp with my mouth.
Everything I learn about her—the good, the bad—only makes her more attractive. I told myself to stay away from women with children for so many reasons. But I’m finding that some of her sexiest qualities revolve around her being a mom. Her patience and determination to right her wrongs with her daughter. Her concern for Axelle’s stability. And her capacity to love. I’ve never met anyone so complex and yet so simply beautiful.
I want her. All of her.
Trailing kisses down her body, she moans as I pass my lips over her scar again. But this time, I don’t stop there. I press open her thighs and wedge myself between her legs, throwing one of them over my shoulder.
And then, I’m gone.
I dip down and open my mouth between her legs. Mmm. Pure, sweet heaven. She takes a sharp breath, tensing for a moment, and then relaxes as I gorge myself on her. Unable to pull my eyes away from her arching body, I’m staring openly. Her hands grip the sheets, and her moans encourage me deeper. My hands dig into her ass, tilting her h*ps for a better angle. Harder, deeper, more.
She’s breathless, and her supple br**sts rise and fall faster and faster. “Snake…”
My dick throbs at the breathy way she says my nickname. I’ve never wanted to be inside anyone so badly in all my life. My skin feels tight, and the pressure of what’s building below the surface threatens to rip free. I pull one hand from her ass and thrust my fingers inside her. She gasps with a drawn out mewl. Her h*ps roll, pressing against my hand, and I increase the pressure of my tongue. I focus on the cues her body gives. She’s so damn close, but unlike last night, she’s not fighting it. Two more seconds of this and my woman’s going to ignite.
I pull back, not at all ready for this to end, but desperate for her gripping heat to engulf me. She lifts her upper body from the bed, and I climb over her. She grasps my head and kisses me. Pressing her back to the bed, I drop to the side and roll, taking her with me so she’s on top. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and groans. The taste of her floods both of our mouths.
Reaching over, I open the top drawer of my bedside table. In record time, I’ve got my board shorts off and a condom on.
“Sweetheart?” I say between kisses. There’s no way I’ll go any farther unless she begs. “Ask me.”
“Please.” She buries her face in my neck.
“Say it, Mouse.” I slide my hand between her legs. “I need to hear you say it.”
She grinds down on my fingers. “Yes, I want you inside me.”
“I want that too.” Gripping her hips, I position her over me. “Beg me.”
“I’m empty without you.” She pulls at my earlobe with her teeth. “Please, Blake.”
She pulls back, and we lock eyes. Straddled over me, she pushes up to her knees and lowers her body down, slowly taking me little by little. She rolls her lips between her teeth and her eyebrows pinch together.
I hold her h*ps to still her. “Talk to me.”
“I’m okay. You’re just really big.”
“You sweet talkin’ me, Mouse?” I grin and pull her down for a long, wet kiss. “Feels so good, wrapped tight.”
She pushes back, controlling the penetration until we’re completely connected. I wait for her to adjust, taking that time to move my hands and mouth over every available inch of her body. Her hands roam over my shoulders, arms, and chest. After a few minutes, she starts to move. Slow rolls of her h*ps alternate between long slides up and down.
My chest gets tight, something intense welling deep. This goes far beyond a couple of consenting adults playing around in the bedroom. What’s happening here is binding. Permanent. It’s in the way we don’t take our eyes off each other. The visual stimulation of her petite body taking mine is more than I can handle. Her narrow h*ps are set wide across mine. Her delicate frame is braced above me, moving in rhythm with my thrusts.
She moves faster, small sounds leaking from her lips going straight to my gut. My abdomen tightens, and the release I’ve been trying hard to hold off swirls at the ready.
I grip her h*ps and fight the urge to slam her down on me, to impale her over and over until she screams my name. My teeth clench. It’s too much. The combination of what’s going on below my waist is outnumbered by what’s going on above.
“Mouse, baby—”
“Harder.”
Yes! I push up to sitting and thrust my hips, practically tossing her off me. She holds onto my shoulders and I take over the pace. Every thrust threatens to shatter my strength and send my orgasm rocketing through me.
Her head falls forward, and she hides her face in my neck.
“You’re safe with me. Always.” I nip at her shoulder. “Don’t hide it from me, sweetheart.” I feel her body tighten around mine. “Show me.”
She pulls back and peeks up at me. “Blake… I…”
“Let go.”
She calls out my name in a combination of a gasp and a growl. The sound pushes my orgasm to the surface, but I hold it back. Her body convulses around me. Burying me deep, she falls apart in my arms. Her fingers pinch into my biceps, holding on to me just as tightly as I am her. I lean back and drop kisses against her parted lips as she rides out her release. With her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes drifting closed, she rolls against me and drops her head to the side on a moan.
Gorgeously sated and relaxed, my strong, amazing woman who has been dragging sexual baggage along with her for over sixteen years just fell apart in my arms. My ribcage feels too small to contain the enormous amount of pride that is surging and billowing behind it. I flip her to her back, the one thing I told myself I shouldn’t do, and put myself on top of her.
“You did it, baby. And f**k me, that shit was insanely hot. You’re not broken, you’re perfect.” I need to make sure that her being pinned beneath me doesn’t bring back old memories. “You okay?”
She gives me a lazy smile, and glides her hands up over my shoulders to my neck. “Yeah.”
I rock into her and grind down. “Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.”
She moans and arches her back. Unable to take another second away from her lips, I lean on my elbow and devour her mouth.
Our bodies move together, the pace growing more frantic. Her legs wrap and lock around my hips. Hands and lips move, exploring in a frenzied loss of control. She rips her mouth from mine and moans so deep I feel it in my dick.
And I’m gone.
I lock my eyes on hers. My breath rasps as I push and pull through my orgasm. The tension in my muscles dissolves, along with everything else in the world. Worry and concern for what just happened between us becomes non-existent. The only thing that that means anything is lying beneath me, eyes closed, and a soft smile, on her lips. And she’s all f**king mine.
“Mouse, I’m…” I’m what? Falling for you. Crazy about you? In lo—no. Right?
“Wow, now I see why you’re so popular with the ladies.”
What the fuck? How can she even think about me with other women after what we just did?
I roll off her, hoping to hell she didn’t mean that the way it sounded. Throwing my legs over the edge of the bed, I give her my back and toss the condom into the small trashcan by my bed.
“I can’t believe I had an orgasm.” She giggles behind me. “You, Mr. Daniels, are quite talented.”
I’m not at all happy with the carefree sound in her voice. That single sexual experience shook the foundation of every f**king thing I thought I knew. And here she’s laughing like it meant nothing more than an orgasm.
I grab my board shorts from off the ground and slide them on. “Yeah, that was fun.” That’s all I can say?
“Fun? That was amazing.” I hear the sound of rustling sheets as she moves around the bed. She’s probably looking for her clothes, but I can’t bring myself to look back at her. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Now I know why women throw themselves at you.”
Fuck. What just happened here?
I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to get my bearings.
“You okay? You have a headache or something?” Her concerned voice is right next to me.
I open my eyes to see her dressed in her pants with her hands covering her nak*d br**sts.
“Headache. Probably from the sun.” Bullshit. But whatever.
“What time is it? I should probably get home.”
I cannot f**king believe this shit.
Moving up from the bed, I snag a shirt and slip on my shoes. “Sure, let’s get you home.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
No, I’m sure as shit not okay. “Fine. You ready?”
She nods and moves past me. I don’t follow her right away, but instead stare at my bed. Minutes ago, that place held so much promise, a possible future. Life altering shit. But now, the bed is empty, and the sheets are twisted, just like my insides feel.
She’s downplaying our experience and putting me back into the a**hole player category she had me in when we met. Reducing her worth into nothing more than a meaningless one-night-stand, with nothing to show for it but—in her words—a goopy condom in my trashcan.
Nineteen
Layla
I can’t believe it happened. It finally happened! With a man—a gorgeous man—for the first time. Ever.
I’m floating on the high of post-orgasm bliss and empowerment. To add celebration to my sex-high, I didn’t hear Stewart’s voice in my head one time. Blake’s verbal affirmations drown out Stewart’s internal assaults. Is it possible that this could be a breakthrough to my healing?
It’s all so new. A sexual relationship on my terms. Not born out of duty or obligation, but choice. Breathing deep, a grin curls my lips. I haven’t been able to wipe it from my face since… sigh…
My body’s still humming. The memory of what he did with his hands, his mouth, his—wow. A wave of arousal rolls through my body. After we finished, I wasn’t thinking clearly. If I had, I’d have asked for a round two.
I guess it’s best that I didn’t. He was quiet on the drive home and didn’t walk me to my door like he usually does. He said he had a headache, but something tells me it’s more than that. So caught up in my sexual achievement, I didn’t slow down long enough to think about how sleeping with his boss’s assistant might affect him. Or maybe it was the C-section scar that freaked him out? Oh no! What if he thinks I’m horrible in bed? Insecurity washes over me. What if he regrets hav**g s*x with me?
“I’m heading out.” Elle strolls into the kitchen, where I’m eating peanut butter out of the jar.
I shake away the direction of my thoughts and focus on my daughter. “No, you’re not.” Licking my spoon, I dig in for another bite.
She slides into the seat across from me. I notice she doesn’t have all that dark makeup on, and she’s wearing a shirt that covers most of her skin. “Mom, I know I totally messed up, and you probably don’t trust me to make good choices.”