Page 65 of Breathing Wisteria
He begins to walk, and I feel like I’m floating, too wrapped up in the sensations of him and me together, to worry about something as mundane as how I’m getting from one spot to the other.
I expel a tiny moan when he breaks our connection, and my hands slide into his hair, ready to pull him back to me and finish what we started.
“Where’s your fucking room?” His voice is pained, and it forces my eyes open, to see that instead of taking the turn at the end of the hallway that would take us to my bedroom, he has brought us to the kitchen.
“Other way.” I tap his chest and nod toward the way we just came.
“When will Charlie be home?”
“She’s not coming back, she’s in Seattle on business.”
My breaths are coming fast and hard and I note with delight the way his eyes fall to my chest.
“Then this will do.”
Before I can question what he means, we’re moving again and my ass is unceremoniously dumped on Charlie’s tiny kitchen table, causing it to wobble slightly. We both pause waiting to see what will happen, but the table steadies underneath me, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“If we break her table, we’ll have to replace it,” I warn.
His hands are sliding up my thighs, dragging my t-shirt up until his thumbs are tracing along my panties. So close to where I need them. But not nearly close enough.
“I’m rich, I’ll buy her twenty fucking tables and it’ll be totally worth it.”
He says this with a smirk that is just begging to be kissed. So, I do.
Deep and hard and perfect.
His tongue is meeting mine, stroke for stroke. One hand has my panties pulled to the side, a finger circling my clit in a way that has my knees tightening against his hips, while the other has my ass in a grip that I’m sure will leave fingerprints tomorrow.
My hands wander to his jeans, almost lazily until he pushes his cock against me, and I feel how hard he is.
Suddenly, my movements are almost frenzied as I desperately open his jeans and free him, his cock pulsing in my hand, the tip an angry red. I move my hand, jerking him off a couple of times, loving the feel of him.
How long has it been since I’ve had my hands on him?
It will never be this long again.
He groans into my mouth and I slip my hand around to his ass, pulling him to me. There’s a bereft moment when his fingers leave me and I scoot myself forward, almost unconsciously seeking his touch, only to be rewarded by the broad tip of him as he slowly enters me.
I’m so wet, and the room is so quiet, that all I can hear is the sound of him thrusting into me. The force of each movement rattling the table and eliciting a grunt from him and a small moan from me.
His head is tucked into my neck, and he still has one hand on my ass, dragging me to meet him every time he slams forward. The other hand snakes up under my tee and finds my breast, tweaking my nipple in a way that creates a deep thrum in my clit.
It’s the perfect storm of sensation and I’m so close to coming, hovering right on the precipice, when he drives himself into me, burying himself so deep that it tips me over the edge, and I come with a resounding scream.
He lets loose with an almost feral grunt. One that has my fingers digging into his hips, trying to bring him even closer. I feel him filling me up as he comes, his breath harsh and ragged in my ear.
As I cling onto him, waiting for my breath to slow and steady, a small smile plays across my lips and I mark this down as a promise kept.
Three months later…
The small pergola is exactly the same as it was all those years ago. The bloom of the wisteria beautifully woven around the wooden beams, creating an intoxicating perfume that lingers in the air.
I stand on the periphery of the group, thankful that my arrival has gone unnoticed. Grateful I have this moment to quietly observe the people I love as they wait to witness a moment I was too scared to dream of for so long.
Suddenly, a booming voice calls out over the quiet murmurings, drawing everyone’s attention.
“You think I don’t know you’re back there? Get your ass down here, Cherry.”
Heads swivel in my direction and I note the smiling faces as my gaze sweeps across the crowd to the man who is waiting for me to recommit my life to him.
“Calm yourself, Irish.” I laugh. “We’ve got forever.”
