Page 64 of Then Came You

He seamlessly finds my side zipper, pulling it down so my dress slips to the ground, leaving me standing completely naked before him. I kick off the searing stilettos that have left my feet agonising and numb. He draws back momentarily, unlacing his shoes and pulling them off with his socks. Devouring his mouth, we both work on getting him undressed.

There isn't a sound around us besides our breathless pants. Sliding his fingers into my messy pink waves and crashing his lips onto mine, I hear a longing moan escape my lips. "I'm so glad I found you, Tink, that morning at the cafe." My lips quirk into a smile thinking back to our sweet, albeit cliché, meeting. "I didn't realise you were missing until I had you in my arms. You light up my life in the best way." He easily lifts me, walking us back to the bed. Laying me down gently, he settles between my legs.

"I need you, Blade." My voice cracks as I writhe under him, feeling him pulse. I swallow when his finger grazes my slit, squirming as he runs it up and down, making me go insane with need.

"I've got you, baby girl. Give me all your sounds." He kisses my neck, his beard scraping deliciously along the column. Just when I can't take the excruciating prolonging anymore, he plunges a single digit inside me. "So fucking gorgeous with my finger inside you," he teases some more as I grind myself harder against him. "Do you like my finger in your tight hole?" Jesus, just kill me now. His dirty talk is second to none. I cry out a yes as he fills me deeper with two. Twitching and trembling, my legs go stiff as I come all over his hand. "That's it, Tink. Good fucking girl." His growl is visceral and raw.

"Blade." I don't have to say any more.

"I've got you, baby girl," he says so tenderly and affectionately as he looks into my eyes and slides his swollen cock over my slit, getting it nice and wet. I flutter my eyes before closing the gap between our lips in a wildly passionate, reckless, open-mouthed kiss.

I know without a doubt that I'm so in love with him.

I feel like I've been waiting for this moment my entire life.

He is what has kept me going all these months.

Because of him, I can see the light. I see who I am. I understand what I'm worth. I know where I'm supposed to be.

"Look at me, baby girl. I need you to watch me while you claim the last part of me," he moans into my mouth, but I'm not ready to let him go yet, so I pull his head down, fastening his lips onto mine. When I pull back, I look down as he positions his cock at my entrance. A gasp escapes me as I brace myself for his entry. "Fuck, baby. You're so fucking tight," he grumbles through clenched teeth.

Slanting his mouth over mine again in a claiming kiss, I know we've both found the rest of our souls in each other. Continuing to snap his hips forward, he peppers my face with kisses. "You were made for me, baby girl. Mine."

I'm brimming with emotion. "Yours," I cry, holding onto his thick arms, adoring how his colourful body moves above mine. This isn't just sex. He's making love to me. I whimper when his cock nudges that secret spot inside me.

"Yes, right there, daddy," I whine, craving the sensation of his cock inside me. He belongs there. I never want him to leave. The intimacy is so profound that I can't believe we tortured ourselves by waiting so long.

His guttural groans spur me on. Hearing his need. His exertion. His intense desire for me helps build me toward that inevitable crescendo.

I arch my back off the bed to feel him deeper, but he's already a step ahead of me, lifting himself to his knees and tossing my legs over his forearms so he can thrust into me wildly. The bedhead protests against the wall, and I'm afraid any minute the slats will give out underneath us.

"Come for me, baby girl. I want to make you so full that you'll drip for days," his words trigger me to clamp down on him. I pant unevenly as he drives into me deeper. Not harder, but more passionately, like he's trying to meld our bodies together. I gaze up at him, meeting his eyes filled with vital possession and adoration. I'm tingling everywhere, and my heart races toward the climax.

I'm lost, staring up at the man who's irrevocably changed my entire being. I never want to look away from the warmth of his piercing green eyes, or miss the sound of his greatest pleasures coming to life. I want to forever inhale the scent of his minty fresh breath mingled with his smoky aftershave that makes me want to tear his clothes off every time I see him. And now, I know my addiction to him is real when I'm craving the next time I get to touch him, taste him. Devour him.

When the intimacy becomes too intense, I cry out, shuddering wildly beneath him. "Such a good fucking girl," he coos. "That's it, baby girl." My chest heaves with the force of my orgasm as Blade continues to thrust into me passionately, his cock jerking inside. I look down at where we're joined, sated at the sensation of his throb. "Fuckkk," he exhales, spilling inside me, before he delves his tongue into my mouth. "So. Fucking. Perfect," he whispers.

When he reaches the peak, his eyes turn a shade of deep-sea green I've never seen before. He stills on one last snap of his hips before collapsing on my chest, his face pressed to my skin.

His welcome weight grounds me back to earth.

A lone tear of sheer ecstasy escapes. He's as deep inside me as he can be, and it's still not enough. I don't think it ever will be. We could stay like this forever, and I'd still want more of him.

"Wow," I exhale a shaky, emotional breath, massaging my fingers through his hair as he nuzzles my chest. The burn of his beard is my own personal form of calm serenity. His bristling stubble is coarse against my sweat-slicked skin, but it's his little licks and bites over my piercings that make my arousal throb.

"Fuck, baby girl, you feel like heaven."

"God, that was everything," I murmur, running my palms up and down his neck and shoulder blades. He chuckles along with me, swirling his tongue over my pinched nipple, the piercing heightening every sensation in my body. I roll my head back, my spine melting into the mattress.

"I'm nowhere near done with you, baby girl. I'm going to make you come again," he promises, making me clench, triggering another twitch of his cock inside me.

I feel owned by him, which is exactly what I want to be.

Faintly, I hear a ringing sound in my ears. Was it that good that I now hear bells? I'm lost in pleasure, and I don't hear Blade calling my attention until the last second. "Baby girl, your phone's ringing," he says softly, looking at the bedside table where I plugged it in before. The shrill of the ringtone and buzz of the vibrations disrupt the tranquillity of this moment. "Do you want me to hand it to you?"

Nodding, I prepare myself for the inevitable. Reaching over, still inside me, he squints to look at the missed call. Seeing his shoulders slump tells me all I need to know who it was. Xan. As he hands it to me, it rings again.

Hovering over me, he says, "You should get it. It might be important." The way he says it is so casual, as if it's a telemarketer calling rather than his son, who's also my best friend.

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