Chapter Twenty
“Be creative, be adventurous, be original.”
—Wonder Woman
Kohl
I FAILED HER.
I broke my promise to protect her, to keep her safe.
What the hell was Chase thinking?
She’s so silent while I care for her. Her silence is deafening.
Does she blame me? Please God, don’t let her blame me.
Trying to cover her, to care for her. She’s a broken doll standing before me. I want to get her secure in bed. To wrap my arms around her, holding her close, where I know she’s safe. I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t turned on right now but that’s not what this is about. Right now, this moment is about showing her she’s out of harm’s way and proving to her, in my arms is where she belongs.
Reaching to cover her in a shirt I found in one of the drawers, she grips my hands telling me, “No.”
I don’t understand why she stopped, her shaking hand reaches for me. Running her finger along my lower stomach, right at the top of the towel she reaches the overlap and releases it. Dropping the plush material to the floor. My breath freezes in my lungs.
Leaning into me, she whispers, her voice quivering, “I want you, Kohl. I need you.”
“With everything you’ve been through, I-”
She quiets me with a finger to my lips, “Touch me, please. Take away his touch. D-don’t you want me?”
Spinning her to face the mirror on the wall behind us, “Look, Ten,” I order placing my hands on her shoulders. “This woman you see is everything,” I confess slowly moving my hands down her arms, grazing my fingers along the side of her breast. Moaning she closes her eyes. “Open your eyes,” I command. Her inviting brown orbs open, half-mast in her lust, “No makeup, no contacts,” I say moving my hands down to her waist, gripping her hips. Spanning my hands, my fingers brushing close to her pussy, I pull her back into my aching dick, “You are everything I could want, everything I could dream. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life.”
Spinning, her lips collide with mine. Teeth and lips fight for control. Hands moving everywhere, eating up every inch of flesh they can find. I can’t move fast enough; I can’t touch enough. Nothing has felt better, grabbing her breast, flicking my thumb over the hardened nipple and feeling the weight of it resting in my hand. Her body feels perfect under my hands, every soft piece of her along every hard ridge of me. She is right where she belongs.
Pushing my cock between her legs, seeking some friction. Sliding it between her lush thighs, feeling her wetness coat me; her moan is my breaking point. She’s ready for me.
Laying her back to the bed, her body spread out before me. Her brown hair splayed behind her head, her brown eyes sparkling in the moonlight, her chest heaving with excited breaths, her brown cookie nipples peaked in need, her stomach fluttering in anticipation with her hand slowly moving to the juncture of her heat, her legs rubbing together seeking friction. It’s my own real life pornographic scene, playing out before me.
“Damn, your body is delicious. Every inch of you is my ultimate fantasy,” I whisper.
I drown in the scent of her arousal in the air. Sweet, succulent honey, my mouth waters for a taste, my need for her greater than my need for my next lung full of air.
Gripping her legs, I pull her to the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees, I spread her wide. There is just enough light to see her silky-smooth pussy glistening in the moonlight, begging for my touch.
Meeting her eyes, “Are you sure, Tennie Girl?”
A slight nod of her head is not enough, I need her words, “I need to hear the words. Please, please, give me the words,” I plead.
“Yes, Kohl, God, yes,” she pants. Her words fueling the flame burning in my gut.
With the first yes, my tongue strokes her from back to front, stopping to flick her engorged clit. Her essence exploding on my tongue, her sweetness my new favorite flavor. Humming my appreciation, the vibrations have her clenching her thighs tightly against my face while her fingers weave into my hair pulling the strands.
Spreading her legs back open, I flick my tongue over her hardened nub. Her body ratcheting up the bed, pulling from me while I continue to gently tease her.
“Fuuuck, Kohl. More I need more,” she hisses. Her fingers clenching my hair, shoving my head where she needs it. Knowing she trusts me enough to let herself go and take what she needs has my heart exploding with joy.
I’m ready to explode from her body’s response. I’ve waited so long to have it spread before me. My fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing. Her body is wound tight, tense with wanting. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I slip a finger inside, her pussy sucking me in deeper. I have wanted this body for months. Her breast taunting me, now I have unlimited access I don’t intend on letting go. They are soft and pliant in my hand with her hard nipple rubbing my palm.
“Ah, yes, God yes,” she breaths, pushing down forcing my finger deeper. Adding a second finger her tight channel clamps with each plunge inside.
My tongue working her clit, my fingers furiously pumping in and out, her head thrashing, she fucks herself on my hand. Her moans and cries of pleasure fill the room.
She’s enthralling unleashed. Her body glows, her need removes her insecurities, her body chases her orgasm.
Using the tip of one finger I curl up finding the soft spot inside while my teeth nip her clit, “Oh God, oh God, yes, yes,” she screams, detonating, soaking my hand with her pleasure.
Grabbing my pants from the floor, I sheath myself. The mere touch to my dick has me teetering on the edge. She’s still laid out before me, a glorious buffet of skin. Her chest rising in rapid breaths, her breast moving with each intake of air.
Her eyes peruse down my body, growing wider when they reach my dick. Her heated stare making him impossibly harder. Slowing her gaze moves back up to mine, making sure I have her eyes, I lick her off my fingers. Her taste is exquisite, addicting. I could have her every day and never get enough.
Positioning myself between her legs, her hips come up to meet mine. Seeking, searching, needing. Holding myself, I run along her slit, coating myself, reveling in her wet heat. I line up at her entrance preparing to slowly enter, to savor every inch I push inside.
She has different plans. Forcing her hips down she takes me all the way inside. Her eyes roll back in her head once I’m seated deep.
“Ah, fuck. Don’t move, Ten. You’re so tight. This will be over now if you move,” I plead. Her heat, her grip, my need is too much.
She stills. I start running stats, thinking of grandma, anything that will pull my body back from the brink of the explosion it desperately wants.
As soon as I have my body back under control, I move slowly in and out of her body. Gripping her thigh, raising it, I angle in deep hitting her end. Her pussy clamping, sucking me in deeper. The exquisite feeling is too much. Growling, I lean down, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. Pounding my hips against her. Feeling her nipples rub against my chest. My body is in sensation overload. The anticipation of this moment, the actions that led us here, the actual feel of her against me, her pleas and screams, it’s all too much. I have never felt something so intense and right.
She breaks the kiss, her nails digging into my ass, “Yes, yes, yes, Kohl.” she moans over and over.
Her walls clamp seconds before her juices stream over my dick. The tight vice and my name on her lips is my end, one last thrust and I empty months of pent up need while her pussy sucks me dry.
I collapse on her body, breathing in her sweet scent through my pants of air. I’m boneless, spent, sated.
She wiggles under me making my dick poke his head up in attention, “I can’t breathe, Kohl,” she giggles.
Throwing my weight off to the side, “Sorry.” Propping my head on my hand, I run the tips of my fingers along her flushed skin, kissing her temple.
I begin to worry at her silence. “You okay, Tennie Girl,” I whisper in her ear. Goosebumps form along her flesh.
“T-t-that was–” she starts, covering her breast with her arm.
“There’s not a good word to describe it, baby,” I finish. “Don’t cover yourself. I’ve waited forever to see all of you. Don’t hide it from me now,” I confess moving her hand, continuing my perusal of her pliant body with my fingertips. Focusing on her tits, circling around and around.
“You’ve waited months?” she questions watching my finger move over her body, “You’ve wanted me for that long?”
“I’ve wanted you since the first day you walked into class. You were so sweet and sexy. Your hair pulled up in that messy knot thing you do, your wonderfully fitted yoga pants encasing that great ass, your sweatshirt hiding those magnificent tits, pushing your glasses up on your nose as your cocoa eyes searched for a seat,” I muse, seeing her as she was that day clearly in my mind.
“My dick has been aching for you since the first look, but it was more than a physical want. My soul ached for you,” I confess willing her to see the honesty in my eyes.
“You remember what I was wearing?” she asks, her eyes brimming with tears.
“I remember everything about you. Every second. Every touch. Every look. Your voice was my favorite sound. I couldn’t wait to get to class just to see you, hear you. After everything happened, I’ve been waiting. Waiting for you to be ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready to make you mine. Ready to claim you. Right here, right now, your mine. Happy New Year, my Tennie Girl,” I proclaim. Once again sliding into her heat. Feeling her skin on mine, I’ve found my home.