Page 166 of Chalk Outline
I whimper against the tiny marks, loving them all.
Once he’s satisfied, he takes the mask and puts it on.
The pure admiration flickers in his loving eyes, a token of reassurance I will cherish for the rest of my days.
He untangles Mona from around his neck and drapes her around mine. She hisses—her dry skin no longer paralyzes me. I feel his hips flush against my ass.
As a gust of wind swooshes between the trees, a resonant smack lands on my ass. I spasm and whimper as the second slap smacks against my other cheek. The butt plug moves deliciously. The sting blooms, reddening as more follow. My thighs tremble, but my center is aching for him. My walls clench around nothing, squeezing as I imagine his fingers pushing deep inside me.
Sifting through his thigh bag, he pulls out a small bottle of lube.
His fingers dig around my ass, making their way to my hole. Reeve pulls the flat edge of the butt plug gently, draining half of the bottle before two of his fingers slip inside to replace it. Rubbing in delicious patterns that make me push against him.
My toes curl as the sensation runs through me.
His hand holds my hip while the other slips out of me to guide his cock inside. He enters me slowly. Not with a hard or forceful thrust. He takes his time, letting me accommodate him, allowing me the breath I desperately need.
Inch after intoxicating inch, he buries himself deep inside me. A guttural growl escapes him as he withdraws.
His hand curves around my belly, moving downward to rub against my clit in extraordinary patterns that double my arousal and make me moan in ecstasy.
He bucks his hips, the slow strokes of his cock conquering something far within me even I can’t reach. A secret door to another world only he can unlock. I don’t feel trapped behind bars that my mind created anymore. They are lifted with each pant, moan, and thrust.
Mona constricts my airways, and my lungs demand a full inhale before she loosens her body.
“More, please, harder.” An airy demand escapes me.
“Harder,” he echoes.
He fists my hair, giving it a good tug. I whimper as his hips smack against my ass forcefully. Rapidly. Chasing our climax like an animal.
“Harder,” I scream. My insides burn. My sight is blurry. The forest quiets, but my heart beats like thunder in my ears. My clit pulses, grinding against his hand the more he presses it.
“Fuck, I need to come,” Reeve growls.
Mona fastens herself around my neck, knowing the orgasm is building inside me and is about to snap.
With a few more thrusts, my walls convulse, and I detonate. Riding the waves of pleasure, Reeve releases his load inside me, decorating my walls with his hot jets of cum.
“Fuck, why do you feel so good?”
Mona crawls down my arm and rests on the ground beside me.
As the high subsides and I come down from this out-of-body experience, a tear slips down my cheek, and a sob bursts from within my chest.
“Are you okay, Baby? Was it too much?” he asks, pulling me into his warm embrace, tucking my head into his chest, and gently brushing my hair to soothe me.
“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. You have completely set me free from everything.”
It’s true.
I feel like myself.
He sees me drowning in pain, overwhelmed by endless thoughts, dissociating from the world, and he’s reaching out. He doesn’t shut me down or make excuses. He doesn’t leave me to deal with it alone. He lets himself sink for me. With me. So we can both find the breath we’ve been holding for too long and exhale it together.
He was always like that.
An unmoving force that welcomed the storm in me.
