Page 12 of Closer Than You Think
Still, it could be worse. She seems to be more relaxed than I’ve seen her in weeks.
Suddenly, she turns to face the window, her gaze meeting mine. Our eyes lock, and for a moment I'm frozen, my heart skipping a beat. She smiles, a soft smile that does nothing to quell the inferno within me.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, her body swaying to the music once more. I can almost hear the rhythm, feel it pulsing through my body. The pull of her is too much to resist.
I press myself against the window, my breath fogging the glass as I lean in closer. Hallie's eyes widen, and she moves away from the window, out of view. My heart races, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
She saw me. I know she did. But she doesn’t freak out. She doesn’t seem concerned at all. Does she think she just imagined me, in the throes of her pill-and-wine-induced haze?
It's dangerous to interact with her this way. I need to keep my distance, but she's like a drug to me now. I can't look away, even as my mind screams at me to get the fuck out of here.
But as I watch her, waiting for her to appear again, I realize she didn't leave the window completely. She's gone to the kitchen, her silhouette visible from behind as she pours herself another drink.
At the counter, she's barely visible, but I can see the way she moves. The way her hips sway as she reaches for a bottle, the way her robe shifts on her body with each step. I can almost taste the wine she's drinking, the smoothness of it sliding downmy throat as she does. The apartment is quiet, save for the music playing.
I consider going in, but then hesitate. Best not to disturb her when she's vulnerable like this. Better to let her relax, I reason. I'll check on her later, when she's asleep. A sickening thought, but necessary.
Minutes tick by as she alternates between the couch and kitchen, sipping wine, then pouring some more. It's a dangerous game she's playing, but I can't help but be mesmerized by the way she moves. By the way her hair flips over her shoulder as she leans in to the counter. The way her body sways to the music.
Finally, her glass drains, and she returns to the couch. The sweet scent of her perfume fills the air as she passes by the window. I can feel the warmth of her against the glass. The cool night air bites at my skin, but it's a distant chill compared to the heat in my core.
She curls up on the couch, the wine bottle in her hand as she closes her eyes. Her breathing slows, deep and steady. I can see her chest rising and falling. But then she awakens with a jolt and sighs, her hand sliding down her body and touching herself under her robe.
Fuck.
My angel is needing release and I’m right fucking here. I could do it. I could go in there and eat her pussy until she comes on my tongue and she wouldn’t even remember in the morning. Hell, the way she looked at me when she swayed to the music makes me think she wants me to come in and take care of her.
I don’t think anymore. I don’t hold onto that control I normally keep myself tied tightly to. No, I slide the window open and slip inside, quiet as the night.
I stalk toward her, but she doesn’t hear me. Her eyes are closed, but she’s still moving her fingers in a circular rhythmagainst her clit. Now that I’m only feet away from her, I can see her, bare for me, the robe pooled around her waist and her legs relaxed.
I don’t see anything else. I can’t hear the music anymore. Nothing but Hallie exists. Not this apartment, not Ares, not my control, or my sense of duty. Just Hallie. And I’m going to make her mine.
As I reach her side, my hand replaces hers between her thighs, gently stroking her slick heat. She gasps as my fingers enter her warmth, slowly thrusting as they curl upward within her depths. Her back arches as our eyes meet for a brief moment before she gives in to pleasure completely—no longer trying to resist the inevitable climax building inside of her.
Her body trembles with each deep stroke of my fingers and as she reaches the edge — eyes squeezed shut, lips parted — I lean down to capture one hardened nipple between my teeth while my free hand finds the other breast, massaging it firmly yet tenderly.
Just then, she shatters beneath me, waves of ecstasy crashing through her as she tries to muffle a scream beneath her hand — her body writhing with pleasure. The sight of her surrender only fuels my own desire, igniting a fire inside that refuses to be tamed.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to her bed. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right.
I lay Hallie on the bed, her robe now fully open, revealing every exquisite curve and valley of her body. She's still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her chest heaving, nipples taut peaks begging for my attention. The sight of her like this, spread out before me - it's almost too much to bear.
I quickly shed my own clothes, desire making my cock ache and drip with precum. I need to feel her skin against mine, needto claim her completely. As I join her on the bed, hovering over her, Hallie's eyes flutter open. They're hazy with wine and sleep and satisfaction, but there's also a flicker of confusion.
“Shhh, angel,” I murmur, trailing my fingers down her cheek. “Let me take care of you.”
She nods almost imperceptibly, and that's all I need. My lips find hers, the kiss deep and possessive as I settle my weight between her thighs. She tastes like wine and something uniquely Hallie - intoxicating and addictive. Her body melds to mine, soft curves yielding to hard planes of muscle.
I trail open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, savoring the salt of her skin, the frantic beat of her pulse. Lower still, I worship her breasts, suckling and nipping until she's writhing beneath me, fingers tangled in my hair.
I reach her pussy and inhale the scent of her orgasm, almost shaking with need. I think I might explode, might be too rough with her, so I lower my mouth to her to help relax her even more. The taste of her almost makes me come, but luckily I have enough control to hold back while I lick every inch of her pussy. I run my tongue along the seem, opening her up for me, licking inside her, then up to her clit, where I swirl a circular pattern like I’d watched her do.
Her hips writhe and she starts shaking.
“Please,” she breathes, the plea like music to my ears.
I lean up, positioning myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging her tight hole. I’m too big for her, I already know it, but she’s slick from coming and she’s begging for it. I can’t hold back any longer.
