by Harper Sloan
He nibbles his way around my lips, tracing every inch of my tender skin with his tongue before latching on to my swollen clit and pulling deep. I bring my hand up and press against his head, bringing him closer to my body. I can feel him bringing his hand around but the ribbons of pure unadulterated bliss that are firing through my system prevent me from tracking his destination. His thick finger rims the outside of my passage before thrusting inside. He gives me a few shallow thrusts before picking up speed and twisting his thick digit. Immediately, my pussy clenches down hard and I can feel another orgasm coming fast.
“Oh my fucking god, Axel! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” I scream.
He hooks his finger and starts to press against my G-spot, applying just enough pressure to have me shooting off like a rocket.
“Oh, Axel . . . baby, oh god. Feels so fucking good . . . Oh, god . . . Never felt anything better than with you,” I moan, my head thrashing back and forth against the bed.
He lifts off my clit and I look down at his face between my thighs. “Princess, you need to let go of my head so I can finish eating this sweet pussy.”
Oh. My. God. Just like that, I am ready to go again.
“Right,” I whisper huskily and reluctantly remove my fingers from his silky locks.
With a wink, he is right back at it, licking every inch of my swollen pussy and every single drop of my come before thrusting his tongue deep within me. I cry out and scream his name, the sound bouncing off the walls of his bedroom. I can’t talk much more. He is slowly killing me with pleasure.
“Please, baby, let me love you,” I gasp out.
“Not yet,” he says against my skin, making me shiver. “Give me one more. I want one more, Izzy. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk when I’m done.” He dips his head and thrusts his tongue deep within my pussy.
I scream.
He moans.
I cry out his name.
He brings his hand around my hip and presses his thumb against my clit, thrusting his tongue in and out in a steady rhythm.
“AXEL!” I yell out, coming all over his tongue before my body falls back limply against the mattress.
I am just returning to earth when I feel his wicked mouth kiss the insides of my thigh, trailing soft kisses up my belly. He gives each of my painfully hard nipples a few licks and bites before continuing up to meet my lips. I hungrily kiss him back. My tongue dancing with his. I can taste myself on him and groan into his mouth at how turned on that makes me. Never would I have thought I would enjoy tasting myself on a man. But with Axel, everything is a turn-on.
His hands hook me under my arms and drag me farther back on the mattress as he settles his hard weight on top. My pussy lips open wide to hug his cock. He moans into my mouth and rocks back and forth, sliding his hard length through my wetness.
Together we twist and move against each other’s sweaty skin. I trail my hands down his back and grab his tight ass in both hands, pulling him closer to my body. I bring my arms up and wrap them tightly around his back and my legs around his waist.
“Please Axel, I need you inside of me,” I gasp against his lips.
“Soon, baby. So fucking soon.” He pulls back from my lips and looks in my eyes. His lips are swollen from our kisses, his face is flushed, and his eyes are dark with wanting. “It will be over before it begins, baby. Just have to cool off . . . Want you so fucking bad.”
He crushes his mouth back down to my own and tangles his hand in my thick hair before bringing his other hand slowly down my side. He caresses my heated skin before reaching between us. He pulls his hips back slightly, giving just enough room to take himself in his hand and align his broad head to my core. Rubbing my clit a few times, he dips into my pussy only to travel back out and coat my juices around my pussy lips. He repeats this a few times while I whimper into his mouth. He groans right with me and I know he is just as tortured with this slow process as I am.
“Feel so good . . . so wet, so hot. Can’t wait to be deep inside your tight cunt, baby,” he says into my neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin where my neck meets my shoulder.
And with that, he gives one swift thrust and he is instantly fully inside my waiting body.
I scream out. The shock of his swift entry and the tightness two years’ worth of abstinence has given me bring a biting pain I wasn’t prepared for.
“Fuck! Princess, you okay?” he bites out harshly as he stills inside me. “God damn, you’re so tight.”
I nod my head that I am okay, but words escape me.
“Baby, I need the words . . . I need to know you’re okay.”
“Fine . . .” I whisper, my words trailing off when I feel him twitch inside me, and I moan when the tingles of pleasure travel through my womb, causing me to clamp down on him.
“Shit, baby . . . this might be over before I move if your warm fucking walls hug my dick any tighter.” He groans, bringing his lips down to mine and giving me a tender kiss.
“I’m okay,” I gasp when he moves back slowly and inches back inside my waiting body. “Just been a long time. I’m good, so good . . . Please don’t stop!”
That is all the reassuring he needs, because he starts to pick up speed. He keeps his eyes level with mine, his gaze burning into my own. Our moans are tickling each other’s lips and our heated breaths mingle together.
I dig my nails into his back and move with his body, bringing my hips up when he drives his down. We move like we haven’t been apart a single day, like our bodies were made for each other. I can’t help the tears that slowly roll out of my eyes. This connection, this love that is between us never died. My heart suddenly feels like it might explode. The claws of another, more powerful orgasm start climbing up my spine and I can feel his rhythm falter when I clench around him.
“Come on, baby. I’m going to come and I want you with me.”
I moan when he slams into my body, rubbing against my clit with just enough pressure to send my body into an orgasm so powerful my toes curl, my breath stalls, my eyes roll back into my head, and my skin feels like tiny needles have been injected. The most delirious orgasm I ever experience.
“AXEL, oh . . . God . . . AX!” I scream.
I feel his grunt of completion against my neck. He thrusts a few times before bringing his hips hard against my own.
I can’t tell you how long we stay like that, his body molded tight against mine. His cock is still inside my body and I am still twitching in aftershocks. I can feel his lips against my neck as I rub small circles across the wet skin of his back.
With tears still falling from my eyes and the vulnerability that rushes into my system, I can’t help the sob that breaks past my lips. He is immediately up, bracing his weight on his arms. His still-hard cock pushes back into me and it causes us both to groan.
“Baby?” he questions.
I shake my head and another sob escapes.
“Izzy? Princess, did I hurt you?” He looks tortured.
I shake my head again, reach up, and bring my hand to the back of his neck. Tangling in the hair that curls at the end of his skull, I bring his lips down to my own, hoping to express all of the emotions flying around my body.
I still love him. This man who I have thought was forever lost to me. If I am completely honest with myself, I never stopped loving him. But all this knowledge shouldn’t scare me. The teenage love we shared over a decade ago has grown with such a power that it will kill me if I lose it again.
“I . . . missed . . . you . . . so much,” I sob out, gasping as the emotions over take me.
“God Princess, you have no idea. No fucking idea,” he says, rolling to the side and pulling me closer to his hard body. “Never letting you go, Izzy. Never,” he whispers into my hair, squeezing me a little tighter.
I let him hold me while I purge myself of the overwhelming emotions our lovemaking has brought forth.
“I need to clean you up, baby. Don’t move.” He rolls up and of
f the bed, padding across the large room and into the bathroom. I roll over and look up at the ceiling, hugging myself tightly. I can hear the toilet flush and the water running. He walks out of the bathroom, completely unconcerned with his nudity, right up to the edge of the bed. “Open up, baby, and let me clean you up.” I let my legs fall to the side and watch, in shocked amazement, while he cleans our joint come from my pussy. The warm wash cloth causes me to jerk a few times when he touches my tender skin.
After a few seconds, he throws the towel in the direction of the bathroom and falls back to the mattress, pulling me into his arms again.
“Talk to me, Izzy. What was that?” He doesn’t sound mad, just confused.
Sighing deeply, I reply, “It was just so much, Ax. So much emotion flooding through my system at once. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we would be here again, and trust me, I dreamt of this moment plenty.” I take another deep breath before continuing, looking into his questioning eyes. “You have to understand, Ax. I don’t know what it’s been like for you all this time, but I thought you were gone, Ax. Not just gone, but dead.” I hiccup a sob and take a moment to collect myself. My wet eyes meet his shocked ones. “I lived in hell for six long years, but those years were nothing . . . absolutely nothing compared with the pain I felt thinking you were dead this whole time.”
“What?” he asks, so softly that I would have missed it if I weren’t been looking into his handsome face.
“I don’t understand what you don’t get about that, Axel.” I really am confused now. He seems completely baffled. How can he think I would think any differently! He disappeared out of my life, vanished! How else would someone take that?
“Baby,” he chokes out, “please explain that to me. What do you mean you thought I was dead?”
I turn my head to the side and study him. I am beyond confused. His brow is winkled, his lips are pinched tight, and his eyes . . . His eyes look pained.
“Can we get dressed please? Maybe get something to eat before we have this conversation?” I weakly ask him. I need to take a second and figure out what is at play right now.
He shakes his head, as if clearing the fog, and nods. “Sure, Princess.”
We get up and he throws a tee at me from his dresser before pulling some sweats up his narrow hips. Walking over to where I’m standing, he pulls me back into his arms and holds me tight. Almost too tight.
“I know you felt it, baby. No way had something that fucking powerful skipped your attention. Hear me now, and understand me. We will talk, but nothing you say will change the fact that you and I are happening. I won’t let you go, Izzy. Never. You’re mine, you got that, Princess?”
Do I? Can I so easily give my heart back to this man, knowing he has the power to destroy me? Yes. I can. If I walked away from him now, I might as well pull the trigger myself because I would be dead anyway.
“Yeah, I understand. But, Ax?”
“What baby?”
“I always have been yours, you know that, don’t you?”
And with a bright smile that reaches all the way to his beautiful eyes, he pulls me tighter and places a soft kiss to my shoulder, my neck, and my ear before whispering, “Oh yeah, baby. I know.”
CHAPTER 16
I have been standing on the back deck watching Axel flip the steaks on the grill and enjoying the view for the last ten minutes. If I hadn’t understood what motivated him to buy this large waste of space before, it is all clear now. While I look out at the vast sparkling water his house sits on the shore of, I get it.
He has a very large deck—with of course no furniture or seating. But he does have one large gleaming grill. There is a nice-sized grassy patch of yard before it meets the pebbled path to the dock. And then there is the lake. There are no other houses that I can see. Just woods and a lot of water. It is absolutely stunning.
“You almost ready to eat, babe?” he asks, coming up behind me and handing me a glass of wine.
I look over my shoulder and just drink him in. He is still naked from the waist up and his sweats are riding low on his hips. The sexy V that disappears beneath the material makes my mouth water. His abs clench and he growls low in his throat.
“Stop, Izzy. Stop right fucking now or I will take you right here on the fucking porch.”
“Sorry, Ax, but you did ask if I was ready to eat,” I tease.
“Shit!” He throws his hands up and walks over to the grill.
I laugh and turn back to enjoy the view while he grumbles behind me about me needing to keep my sexy fucking mouth closed.
We continue in a comfortable silence while he finishes up the grilling and I finish my reflecting. I follow his lead back into the house, plate the juicy steaks, baked potatoes, peppers, and onions, bringing them over to the bar and sit on the only pieces of furniture he owns in the kitchen. Barstools.
“Axel, you have got to see about getting some life in this house. Besides your bedroom—your lacking bedroom—the only things I have seen are these stools, your mammoth TV, and one recliner.” I point my fork at him after taking in a piece of this delicious steak. I moan over the succulent taste that explodes in my mouth before I’m able to continue. “You can’t buy a house this big without something to take up some space.”
I look up and meet his eyes after I notice the silence that follows my observations. Oops. Maybe I overstepped. I mean, this isn’t my house and it really isn’t my business. Blushing, I put my fork down and stare at my hands in my lap.
“Why are you doing that?” he questions.
“Doing what?” I hedge.
“Acting like you’re ashamed for asking something, even if you are being a nosy little brat.” His tone is light, teasing.
“I . . . I don’t know?”
“Can’t fool me with that question bullshit either, Izzy. You forget I know you. Might have been years since I’ve had you, but I know you.”
Sighing, I look up into his eyes. He doesn’t look mad, just confused. His gaze is searching. “It’s not something I do consciously. You have to understand, Axel. I can’t turn off years of conditioning. I have lived a certain way for so long that sometimes I just kind of fall back into the old me. Well, I mean the old me after you.”
“I can understand that, I can, but what I can’t understand is why you seem to be afraid of me sometimes. A lot has happened, but you know—you have to know—I would never fucking hurt you.”
“No, you wouldn’t hurt me physically. I know that,” I reply as I look back down at my hands.
“Izzy? What do you mean by that? Did we not decide that this is happening? I get you’re scared, but hear me, really hear me. I am NOT going to hurt you. There isn’t one goddamn thing that will tear us apart again. Lost too much time already, Princess. Too much time that I should have had you right here in my arms.” He reaches over and pulls me into his lap. He has one arm around my back and the other across my lap. He takes one of my hands in his own before continuing. “There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t miss this, right here. I spent so much time, so much fucking time, thinking you were happy, thinking that you were better off without me. God, baby . . .” He trails off and brings his hand up to cup my face, bringing my eyes level with his. “It’s killed me every day since you walked back into my life, knowing I could have done something to save you from that bastard.”
I’m beyond confused right now. What is he talking about? He thought I was happy? And like a bolt of lightning, it hits me.
“You knew where I was?” I ask, and I can’t stop the bite of anger that colors my tone.
“Not for a few years. I finally found you right after you had gotten married,” he says, and the pain in his eyes is heart stopping.
“What?” I whisper softy.
He brings his finger up and brushes it against my furrowed brow, sliding down the bridge of my nose and tracing along the line of my lips. He takes my chin in his strong hand, bringing my mouth closer to his, and places a soft kiss against m
e.
“Baby, I looked for you. Searched for you every single chance I had for almost four years. I followed every limited lead there was, but they never gave me anything to go on. Not a fucking thing. I know about your mom and dad, and baby, I know that was hard and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you through that, but why? Why didn’t you tell me where you were going? You have to know I would have come for you.”
This big strong man is letting me in, and letting me see the pain he has felt all these years ago. I can’t stop the tears even if I wanted to. I tried, lord I tried, but knowing the depths he went through to track me down washes through me and breaks what little thread of sanity I have left. My temper is set on a simmer now.
“I had just enough time when I got back home for my leave to find out about them and that you were gone. No one knew where your grandparents lived. The best I got was that you were in some small town in the Carolinas and no one knew which one. It wasn’t for lack of trying, Princess. Please understand that. I just didn’t have the resources or the time to track you down. It got to the point where I started to feel like if you wanted to be found, you would let me know. Hell, a breadcrumb trail, flares, Bat-signal . . . I would have taken any of that.”
His attempt at humor misses the mark. I try to take in all this new information, all these facts that I haven’t once considered over the years. He wanted to find me? How is that? I left my address with June. She knew I wanted him to find me; she knew I was waiting on him. I can’t stand the anger that is slowly burning through my body. That fucking bitch!