She drags her head out from where it was nestled between my body and the bed, her sleepy eyes blinking up at me. “I said you’re such a loud thinker. I can hear your brain running a million miles an hour.” She smiles to soften the blow of her tease, and I let my mouth tug up in a half smile.
“So, is this the part where you run for the hills?” she asks, still staring up at me, not an ounce of fear in those dark eyes of hers.
I frown. It’s like she read my mind. Though, I’m not running because I’m scared. I’m running because I have to. She’s a task—a job—and despite her pretence that she isn’t bothered, I can see in her eyes she is. She wants me to stay here, with her.
The bitter part is, so do I.
I’m not ready to leave.
To quit whatever this is or could be. I’m not ready to let her go just yet. But I don’t have a choice.
She gives me a sad smile and starts to pull away, but I automatically yank her body back to mine.
“It’s okay,” she soothes. “I’m a big girl now.”
I swallow the fucking boulder in my throat that won’t go down. She tugs gently, and I let her go, though I’m not sure if it’s her heart or mine that breaks as she scoots to the edge of the bed. Every millimeter she puts between us is a stab to my cold, black heart.
“Patience,” I say, my voice thick and gruff.
She holds up a hand to me. “It’s okay.”
But it’s not okay. I don’t want to let her go. The distance between us is already allowing the rage to consume me again. I can feel it seeping back into my veins. The hate and anger, the darkness that wants me to self-destruct flowing back into me like water from a stream. And I hate it. I hate the way my skin begins to prickle with the all-consuming rage. I hate it, and for the first time in as far back as I can remember, I want it to stop. I just want the peace and the quiet I had five minutes earlier.
“Get your ass back in bed,” I demand darkly.Not yet,my heart pleads,don’t let her go yet.“That’s an order.”
She turns and looks back over her shoulder at me, confusion crossing her beautiful features.
“Do I have to punish you again, Patience?” I say, my tone hardening. “Because if you don’t get yourself over here, I’m going to spank you until you come.”
Her eyes ignite with desire, and she turns to face me.
“That’s better. Now, come here so I can fuck you again.”
She moves quickly, coming back into the bed, her eyes on mine as she looks to me for direction. I rise up to my knees and drag her to me. We face each other, nose to nose, naked, our hearts beating in a steady rhythm. I lean in to kiss her, my mouth connecting with hers in a flurry of lips and teeth and tongue, our hands moving over each other’s bodies like we never touched one another before. Like this is our first time.
She pulls out of the kiss and scoots back on the bed before bending down and wrapping her mouth around my dick. I groan as she takes me to the back of her throat before pulling back out and twirling her tongue around my shaft.
“Ahhh, Patience,” I grunt, my hand fisting her hair to guide the pace.
My dick is hard, painfully so, begging to be inside her again as she bobs her head up and down on my throbbing cock.
Fuck, she is going to kill me.
Glancing around the room, I spot my tie from last night. I cup her face in my hands and let my dick fall from her mouth as I pull away from her. She stares up at me, her lips shiny from my pre-cum. I groan at such a beautiful fucking sight.
“Fuck, Patience,” I mumble. “What are you doing to me?” I suck on my lower lip as I reach down between her legs, finding the moisture at the apex of her thighs. I slide a thick finger inside her. “Stay still,” I say with a dark smile, “and be quiet.”
Her lips part as I thrust another finger inside her, but she keeps quiet, her gaze locked with mine as I strum her insides. Her cheeks turn pink, and she pants, her hands clawing at her own thighs to keep from moving or speaking.
“Is that good?” I ask, and she nods quickly. “Good girl,” I say with a smile.
Her cunt tightens, and her chest begins to rise and fall as she starts to climax. I wait for her to call out, to moan or say something, but she doesn’t. She stays quiet, her gaze staying firmly on mine, her body rigid as she rides out her orgasm on my hand.
I slip my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth, watching the needy look on her face as I suck the digits into my mouth, tasting her orgasm on my tongue. My chest flares with pride at her sweet taste. I can’t wait any longer.
Gently laying her down, I turn her over, lift her ass up, then climb off the bed to get my tie and another condom. I stride back to the bed, my dick bobbing painfully as I walk, my eyes on the fucking prize with every step I take.
“Hands,” I growl as I get back on to the bed, positioning myself behind her.
