Page 99 of Thick as Thieves
“You make me lose my mind,” I growl into her throat. “Come with me, Kitten. Let me take you to insanity.” I’m rambling, telling her what I want, unable to hold back anything anymore. “Come with us, trust us, I love you, Kell loves you, let us love you again. All in.”
I’m biting at her neck, chest, talking and sucking at her, running my hands all over her body, every touch a reconnection. I can feel the silk strings of contact binding us back together, becoming steel, stronger than the metal I work with.
“I wanted no one else. No one ever, only us. Please let me love you again. Trust us again.”
All I want is to touch, to feel. Pleasure is all I am. All I want to give, but a small part of my mind is shouting at me.Don’t push it too hard, she may not want what you want.
I pull away slightly to give her some space, but she’s panting and pulling me back towards her.
“I trust you, I need you, all of you. I know what you want, need, take me there, Xander.”
She breathes into my ear, telling me everything I need to know, and the noise that comes out of my mouth I have never heard before. My mind and body scream out in complete ecstasy. This woman is my life and soul, my purpose.
“Not for one night. It has to be forever, or not at all,” I tell her.
I’m gambling big now. I’m gambling with my heart and soul. But the stakes have to be huge, this is huge. This is my entire life laid out on this bench. I lift her head slightly, cradling it in my hands. “Forever, or not at all. All in, Kitten. I vow I will never do anything to make you question my or our trust again.”
I hold my breath until she whispers out, sealing my fate.
“All in, forever, just us.”
Her face expressing her whole heart, I can’t get any words out. My face is a mask of intensity.
I look into the eyes of the woman I first saw at the age of nine. How they etched her name on my heart, blazed a trail onto my soul.
“Just us,” I affirm. “Just us, always.”
I press my body down onto hers, and she’s taking all my weight. The weight of waiting has been a heavy burden for me to carry for so many years. I shared part of it with Kell, and some more of it with her in Scotland. But here in this coach house workshop, bare walls, bare brick, basic concrete floors, these primitive surroundings, I know I need to transfer every bit of myself to her. The weight of my love, the depths of my passion. The burden of my want. The truth is, I know she has the strength and disposition to carry it with me and Kell. To share it, to enhance it. To elevate it to unknown and uncharted territories. She is my life.
I kiss my life into her—hard, heavy, and full of passion—as I move my hands into her knickers, and groan out at how wet she is for me. My fingers push inside her, moving slowly in and out, biting at her tits as I do.
I open her legs wider, rending the lace knickers in two, and throw them on the floor. Dropping to my knees and widening her legs further, her head drops back again. She’s pushed her feet onto the edge of the bench, and when I put my lips onto her clit and suck, she arches under me, groaning out. The smile on my face splits it in two. Fuck yes. I want it all, and I go full throttle on her.
Licking her up and down, pushing my tongue inside her, she tastes fucking fantastic. I’m as high as a kite on this woman. I push my fingers inside her hard and fast, hitting the front wall of her pussy. She tenses up, thrusting at my face, moaning and calling out my name, and I revel in the feeling of her juices flowing into my mouth. I want more, more and more.
I carry on sucking and licking as she comes down, finally moving up her body, biting and sucking as I go. When I reach her tits, her sensitivity makes her cry out.
“I need to be inside you, I don’t want to stop.” I’m demanding it of her, as I know she’s all in. I need control of her, I’m too far gone for it to be a negotiation. But she submits to me, her body pliant.
“Xander, more, yes,” she cries out, pulling me to her, kissing me with a fire I have not felt for months.
My soul is singing, my body shouting to the rooftops, touch me, kiss me, hold me, want me, I am yours, take it all.
I rip at my jeans, pushing them down and off, no boxers to fool with. I thrust inside her hard and fast as she lays on my workbench, a perfect height. Lowering myself over her, I continue to thrust inside her, long slow movements, harder pulses, fuck, it feels so good. I speed up and then slow down. She’s trying to get me to go faster, but I don’t. I massage her clit, and carry on with the slow rhythm, then harder and harder as she pushes back at me.
“Harder, Xan, more, I love you.”
I grin at her, pick her up, and spin her around so she’s facing away. Laying her forwards on the bench and entering her from behind, I go hard and fast, holding her hair as I do.
I should have known a long, slow fuck is not what she needs. Like me, months away from each other, the need is overwhelming.
I stand her up and whisper, “Trust me,” lightly into her ear, knowing it’s a double edged sword I’m swinging.
She nods as I move her to a tall metal stand I use for stretching wire. Removing the T-shirt, I grab the softest piece of leather. I reach for her hands, watching her face carefully, and she holds her hands out in front of her, staring into my face, a smirk on her lips. I bind her hands and hook her wrists onto the frame above her head.
The heat from the furnace is pumping into the room, warming the air around her. It’s intense, thick, and shimmers around her like a mirage. She’s the oasis within it. Like the purest water when you’re dying of thirst, and you’re scared to hope it’s real, in case it’s not. You want it to be. So badly. But she is real, and she is here. She’s naked, the light from the lamps making her body glow. She’s a goddess, a siren, home.
“I’m gonna fuck you all night long. Tell me what you want,” I groan out at her. My brain is spinning with everything I intend to do.
