Page 38 of Crumbling Truth
“Esther, I’m close.” I tightened my fingers in her hair, but she ignored the warning and took me deeper.
I groaned when she hollowed her cheeks on a hard pull, her hand stroking the base of my cock in time with her mouth. Then she drew back, releasing me with a loud pop, and gazed up at me from under a sweep of dark lashes, her hand still moving as I spurted across my stomach, the orgasm hitting harder and lasting longer than any I could remember.
Actually fucking her might be the death of me.
Her fingers trailed along my thighs as she sat up, surveying the mess with a satisfied smile. “I didn’t know how fun that could be.”
I blinked at her, feeling like my brain cells had leached out as well. “Glad I could be of service.”
“Stay there,” she ordered.
Watching the luscious curves of her naked body as she climbed off the bed, I was relatively sure I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to. She returned from the ensuite bathroom a moment later and gently wiped my stomach clean with a damp washcloth.
“Queen of Sweets,” I mumbled when she tossed it into the hamper. “It suits you. Sweetest mouth, sweetest ass, sweetest—”
She clapped a hand over my lips. “I get the picture.”
I kissed her palm and waited until she moved it, stretched out alongside me, and rested her head on my shoulder before saying, “If I call you sweetness, are you going to accuse me of catching feelings?”
“Not after your list of my sweetest attributes,” she replied.
“Good,” I murmured, sifting my fingers into her hair. Every so often, as the silky strands tumbled onto her bare back, she’d shiver against me and snuggle deeper into my side.
With each passing moment, my contentment trembled on the precipice of dread. Only the fact that this relationship had an end date allowed me to shove it back down—things wouldn’t drag on before ending in tragedy.
This would be different. I’d make sure of it.
To distract myself from that line of thinking, I rolled toward Esther, hooked her leg over my hip, and let my hands wander over her body until she was panting with need.
“Theo,” she whimpered, trying to tug my hand between her legs.
“So impatient.” I nipped at the side of her breast, sucked her nipple hard, swirled my tongue around the peaked tip, then finally gave her what she wanted.
In a sense.
She might not have agreed when I spent what felt like hours edging her upward and easing her back down just to start all over again, until we were both sweaty and breathless, before finally bringing her to one final orgasm so intense, tears sprang to her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks.
Gently, I brushed them away with my thumbs, then gathered her back into my arms. Evening had faded into night, and when she yawned against my throat, I waited as she dressed and then walked her home to the guest house.
The way she smiled up at me when we reached her front door melted something inside me. I reached up to stroke the soft curve of her cheek and she nuzzled against my palm.
“Sweet dreams, Esther,” I murmured, dropping a kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll see you in the morning? We have prep work to do for the tree lightning.”
“As your trusty sidekick, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
She nodded, but before she turned to go inside, she tangled one hand in the front of my shirt and kissed me properly, then smirked. “Goodnight, Long John.”
I waited for the sound of the lock, then winked at the door in case she was watching through the peephole. By the time I returned to the house to feed Toni her dinner, I was so tired I could barely think, but it had all been worth it just to see those sharp edges Esther was made of growing soft and warm.
While I pulled out a can of cat food, the entire afternoon replayed in my head over and over again. The expanse of silky golden skin, the soft, supple curve of hip and breast, the way she filled my palms—fuck, she’d just left and already I wanted her back. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see those midnight curls and the hot, sweet flesh hidden beneath.
And I hadn’t even been inside her yet.
With a groan, I forced myself to find a distraction—any distraction. I was too restless to sleep, so I fired off a text to Billy, my business partner, even though I knew he was handling everything just fine without me. We exchanged a few messages, most of which were thinly veiled albeit good-natured insults about my micromanaging, but that only killed fifteen minutes of my evening.
The urge to go back to the guest house was almost overwhelming. Instead, I took a shower and failed spectacularly atnotthinking about Esther’s sweetly rounded thighs wrapped around my head. My own hand barely began to take the edge off my desire for her, even after she’d made me see stars barely an hour before.
