Creed’s touch feels like a balm to a burn, as much as it feels like the sweetest sin.
He takes his time, switching from one nipple to the other, driving me to the point of insanity with the meticulous attention that he’s giving each breast. I’m writhing and wriggling, silently begging him for more. I could easily get myself out of this slip knot around my wrists, but I trust Creed wholly.
A growl rips through his chest when he sinks lower, placing various wet kisses and nips along my skin as he goes. His palms brush my inner thighs, and the touch against my scars throws me right back into that room, the day Guy had gripped the fresh wounds in an attempt to make me scream for him. The day he held a gun to Riley?—
A sharp sting against my inner thigh jerks me back into the present. My head snaps down to find Creed licking over the bite mark he just created. The indentations from his teeth begin to smart, but what has my heart stumbling is how he was careful to avoid my larger scars. The stitches had dissolved some time ago, but the flesh is still tender.
“Stay with me, baby,” he murmurs against my skin, gripping my hips and fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts.
“I-I’m with you, Creed.” I nod vehemently, desperate for him to keep going. “I need you,please.”
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, “I wasn’t going to make you beg for me, butgoddamndoes it sound good coming from your pretty lips.” He pulls the shorts down just enough to place a hot kiss against my mound. “I’ve been dying to taste you again, Stardust.”
“Please,” is all I can get out again before my shorts are gone and my legs are being hoisted over Creed’s shoulders.
Chapter 21
Creed
“DO I HAVE A CHOICE?”
Fuuuuck.She tastes like a dream.
It’s the only thought that’s been playing on a loop in my mind from the moment my tongue met her pussy for the first time in what feels like an eternity. I was prepared to wait a lifetime for her to be ready for any kind of intimacy. So the fact that she’s asking me, no—trusting me—to touch her, to give her pleasure? It has me kneeling at her feet. Literally and figuratively.
Collins looks like a fucking goddess poised above me, the view from down here making my cock weep for her. I’ve been hard for nearly an hour now after reading Riley’s letter, knowing that I’m not crazy or imagining that there’s still so much more between us.
Collins’ hips buck as she moans when I flick my tongue over her clit, and I bask in the way her body sings for me. I can’t take my eyes off of her. I love watching the way she comes undone for me. I continue to tease her before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking.
“Oh fuck,Creed,” she gasps, her breaths shuttering, “fuck yes. Please?—”
I pull my lips free with a satisfyingpopand run my tongue along the entire length of her perfect pussy. Over and over, I languidly devour her, taking my time with this gift she’s given me. Allowing me to bring her pleasure. Trusting me with her body. Something I will never take for granted.
Her hypnotic jade gaze holds me captive, her pouty lips popping open on a silentohwhen I suck her over-sensitive clit once more. My eyes threaten to roll back as her heady taste floods my senses when a rush of her arousal soaks my tongue. She’s an aphrodisiac I want to drown in, and with the way her wetness is dripping down my chin and drenching my neck, I’m well on my way.
Fuck me, she’s divine.
She white-knuckle grips the silks so tightly that I fear she might tear a hole in them.I want so desperately to slip a finger inside of her and fuck her into oblivion. I want to watch her shatter around me with my name on her lips.
As I swallow down her taste, I lift my hand to her body and run my index and middle fingers along the outer seam of her deliciously swollen pussy. She shivers at my touch, releasing a moan that sounds more like a desperate cry. My eyes have been on hers the entire time, and I can tell she’s still here with me by the way she’s watching my every move.
I circle her entrance, keeping my middle finger poised over her center as I lean in and drag my tongue up and over her clit once more. When I lightly press against her, she tenses.
“This stops the moment you say so, baby.” I kiss the soft skin just above her pussy. “You have all of the control, here.”
She swallows, contemplating my words. After a brief moment of deliberation, she nods. “I want you to touch me, please,” she pants, “Ineedto feel you… everywhere.”
“That’s my good fucking girl.” I smile against her skin before slowly pressing into her, gently pumping in and out until I’mburied to the knuckle. Her skin erupts, pebbling at the sensation, and she sighs, the sound coated in ecstasy. The look on her face breaks my fucking heart right in two, because she looks blissed out, but her eyes are filled to the brim with unshed tears and her chin is quivering. She sucks in one shaky breath after another, trying and failing to compose herself. The emotion that overshadows all the others, though, is relief.
I know my girl feels broken, and I can’t fault her for harboring such emotions. But it’s my job as her partner in life to make sure that she knows just how strong, how perfect, howdesirableshe is to me, even with all her broken pieces. I’ll fit them back together one at a time, and I love her through it. Always.
“MyGod,you are so fucking perfect, Stardust.” The words roughly tumble from my lips before I dive back in, eating her pussy like a man starved.
“Yes,fuck,right there,” she rasps the moment I curl my finger picking up my pace to coax this orgasm from her. Slowly, I add a second finger, and her moan has my balls drawing up tighter. I haven’t even touched myself and I’m about to bust a nut in my joggers. I don’t even care, I just need the sounds of her pleasure painting these walls. She pulls against the silks, her muscles tensing, and I know she’s so fucking close.
“You gonna come for me, Stardust?” I growl, pushing to stand while keeping my fingers buried deep inside of her.
She nods frantically. “Yes?—”
