Page 40 of With a Broken Wing
Her face changedevery time she got on that damn phone. I couldn’t quite place it. She didn’t look excited, but the way she looked at me to check if I’d noticed each time was a dead giveaway it was somebody she didn’t want me to know about. Then it was the way she hid her phone, holding it close to her chest while she responded. I wasn’t going to sit out there and watch her, knowing I’d come back here alone regardless.
I let the darkness surround me, staring at the spot where my hand rested on the handle of her door. I didn’t know how I ended up on the balcony between our rooms, but as I pulled on the door, it slid open.
The moon lit up the room, casting a glow on her soft skin. I stared at the soft pout on her lips and the way her even breathing caused her body to rise and fall. Her cheeks had a shine to them, like they were wet. Had she been crying?
Stepping into the room, I crossed over to the side of the bed and brushed my fingers across her cheek. They were damp, confirming my suspicions, but the hum that came from her was peaceful. My stomach sank. She stirred.
Her eyes flickered open, and at the realization she wasn’t in the room alone, panic appeared. She instantly curled her hands over her face and shot up to a sitting position. She opened her mouth and got ready to scream, but her breathing caught in a sob in her throat.
“Shh, sunshine. It’s just me.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Demetri? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay,” I whispered.
She moved her hands up to my face and searched my eyes with her hazel ones. The fear she’d had there a moment earlier was replaced with concern. “What’s wrong? Come here.” She pulled back the blankets, sliding into the center of the bed.
I slid into the bed next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her until her chest was against mine. Any uneasiness I was feeling disappeared at the way she folded into my arms so comfortably. She rested against my chest, turning her head up to look at me when I sighed.
“I can’t stay away from you.” I rested my forehead against hers and inhaled her sweet, wine-laden breath. “Andy, I have no right to want you this much. No right to claim you.”
“But…” Her voice was breathy.
“I can’t help it. You’re fuckingmine.”
She whimpered when I slammed my mouth into hers, hungrily biting at her lips and sucking them into my mouth. My fingers were entwined in her hair, and she pressed her body against mine. I pulled, rotating her onto her back and hovering with my forearms on either side of her face.
“You have to be quiet. Can you do that?” With a small nod, she pulled her lip between her teeth. “Such a good girl.”
I slid her tank top up her stomach, slipping it over her chest and watching her tits bounce free. I closed my lips around one nipple, and Andy stifled her moan. With a small smirk, I moved to the other before biting the underside of her breast.
She wiggled while I left small bite marks on her stomach and her thighs until I settled myself between her legs. They were already starting to shake, and when I nudged her, she spread them for me. I sucked in a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent. Heat radiated off her, and I knew her panties would be damp.
“So eager, sweetheart.” She fidgeted as I said it. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you come. First with my tongue, then with my cock.”
Before she was able to respond, I tore the thin layer of lace that separated me from her, and she gasped. “Shh,” I reminded her. I flattened my tongue against her and dragged it from her opening to her clit, sucking the swollen bud into my mouth.
She bucked against me, and I tightened my hold on her hips. I wanted to leave bruises that would be seen in her bikini tomorrow. She panted, her breathing mixing with small, breathy moans, and my cock ached behind my shorts. As I continued to lick and suck at the most sensitive parts of her, she whimpered.
“Demetri, fuck.” She grabbed the pillow next to her, pressing it to her face and letting out a muffled moan that made my erection throb painfully as she reached her peak.
I tightened my grip, holding her to me even as she tried to close her thighs. As she fell apart in my hands, I lapped up every drop of her arousal.
“Please, please. I can’t. Please.” Andy squirmed, gasping for breath.
“You can, and you will. I’m not finished yet. I need more of you. You can take it, sunshine.” My warning was low, and I moved my grip from her hips to her thighs, forcing them back onto the bed. When I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked it between my teeth, she cried out.
She held the pillow against her face, half smothering herself. Every time her body twitched, she pressed herself harder against my mouth until she was left in a puddle in the middle of the bed.
I fisted my erection and stood, looking down at the woman on the bed. Her red hair was spread out in a messy fan around her head, a stark contrast to the white sheets, and while she fought to keep her hazel eyes open, they practically shimmered. There was a light blush covering her skin, lining her neck and chest beautifully. Under the moonlight, she was a sight to behold.
“You are so beautiful when you fall apart for me, you know that? I could watch you like that all night and worship you while you do, but right now?” I grabbed behind her knees, pulling her to the end of the bed until her center was lined up with my hard cock. “I’m going to fuck you, and if you make any noise, I’m going to fill your mouth. Got it?”
She nodded, lifting her hips from the bed. Without warning, I entered her, filling her with one drive. A cry left her lips, followed quickly by her clasping her hands over them. She widened her eyes and looked at me.
I smirked, bringing my hips out and pushing back in. Her walls clenched around every thrust, and I pressed down on her lower stomach, holding her hips in place.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when she reached another orgasm, tears welling against her lower lid. Her pussy gripped me, and with every movement, she ruined me. “God, yes.”
