Chapter Twenty-Four

 

 

WHEN I WAKE UP IN his arms after a couple of hours’ sleep, I feel like a zombie. I could sleep for a month straight, quite happily, and yet I know that will not help.

He wakes with me and kisses my hair, holding his arms tight around me, his love for me so warming – and yet I still don’t feel like I deserve it.

He slides a hand up inside my jumper and I keep my eyes closed. A part of me wants the oblivion of this. I need to feel alive. I need him. His breathing changes and he rubs himself up against my backside as we spoon.

Taking hold of my breast, he kisses my throat, murmuring lustily, “Liza.”

He sneaks his hand into my bra and finds my nipple, squeezing it hard. I hiss and arch, my body awakening to his touch.

“Together or apart, I will love you forever, my beautiful. Forever.”

He slides his other hand beneath my sweats and into my knickers.

I feel overcome, the heat in my groin making me ache all over. I want to switch off and be nothing but his joy as I lie here.

He tugs down my trousers first before sharply taking down my knickers. He flips my legs apart and turns my head towards him, his tongue parting my lips to kiss me deeply.

I’m utter burning need as he touches me, stretching me, rolling his finger over my clitoris. His large hand is braced against my pubic bone, keeping my legs apart and my sex entirely his to touch.

He growls as he kisses me and my body responds to his intimate touch, my hips flying up off the bed as he makes me come hard.

The next thing I know, he’s lifting his shirt over his head. He climbs over me and pushes up my sweater, then unhooks my bra. I’m entirely naked for him now.

“Yes, just like this,” he grunts, grabbing me by my legs and shoving his tongue inside me.

I grasp the sheets and scream as he nips my clit, sucking it between his devilish teeth. I’m baking hot all over even though this is the coolest room in the house and there’s been no sun for days.

The sight of his tall, lean body… his ripped muscles as he licks and taunts me… makes me even more furiously wanton.

I roll over and get on all fours. “Like this, Sam.”

He licks me from behind, starting at my clit, then sliding his tongue all the way up to my tight pucker. I clutch the sheets and rock backwards and forwards, wanting him all over me. Sam pops a finger in my arse and I groan from my belly, needing this so much.

He adds another finger. And another. There’s gradually a lot of spit, too.

He pulls down his zipper and sears into me, soaking his cock in my juice.

Once he’s wetted, he pulls out and removes his fingers, replacing them with his cock.

“Oh my god, Sam. Yes!”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me hard, HARD!”

“Yes, CHRIST! My dirty woman. God, I love you. I need you so much. I need your body and your soul. I love you.”

“Sam, just fuck me hard. I love you so much.”

I’m taken. I’m his. I love him. Morals, questions… right or wrong be damned.

He grasps my hips and brings me back and forth onto him, careful at first. The wilder he gets, the more I scream… and scream… and I don’t care. I want to keep screaming for as long as he’s able to fuck me.

“Rub your clit, you bitch,” he demands. “I’m going to fill your body with my cum.”

He fucks me hard… then harder… and just when I think I can’t take anymore, there’s more. Doing it this way, he can fuck me deeper… but I don’t care that it hurts.

I feel him coming and suddenly remember to touch myself, reaching down quickly.

“Wait,” I beg, asking him to keep going.

“God, Liza. I’m gonna—”

He starts grinding himself into me all over again and I wail as my orgasm bites into him.

“Oh, god,” he cries, sounding so vulnerable, and in so much pain, but happy about it nonetheless. It’s a huge blur… but an awakening, too.

We fall to the bed wrapped up in one another, our noses pushed together, our breath mingling. He’s not as shocked as me because he knew I wanted this. It was only me that didn’t. I play with his hair while he strokes his hands all over my body, holding onto me tight. It just feels so right when our naked bodies are pressed together like this.

“You belong with me,” he says. “Your body fits inside mine. You feel perfect in my arms. I’m very deeply in love with you. I’ll never not want you. You’re the only woman who’s ever made me feel like this, that’s the truth.”

I take his hand and put it on my belly.

“Make me come with your fingers inside me, Sam.”

He leans across and suckles my breast. “Anytime.”

I lie back and relax. We still have an hour before I have to go and get the kids.

“My wish is for us to spend every weekend for the foreseeable enjoying dirty, dirty sex… just us… okay?”

“You got it.”

“Just sex,” I tell him.

“As much sex as I want?”

“No, as much as I want, and I want it more. I can go for longer than you.”

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

“It’s a promise.”

“I can deal.”

Sex is going to be my therapy, I just decided.