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A smile pulls at my lips when I realize she stopped because she couldn’t reach over my shoulders, not because she felt an imperfection.
“Does this feel good?” she asks, checking for my comfort in more ways than one.
“Very good, but I think I’ll cry if you stop at my chest.” I want to grasp Vivian’s hands in mine and nudge her to continue, but I remain patient. Arguing with her while she’s eye-fucking my body seems like it would be counterproductive.
“Guess I’ll have to make you cry some other time,” she laughs like she didn’t just threaten me. My aching cock jerks in response. Her smile sharpens when she notices it as well.
Not having to bend much with our height difference, Vivian dips her head a few inches to kiss the middle of my chest. Her kisses grow quicker and spread all across my abdomen, adorning my skin with what remains of her lip gloss. Although I’m certain I’ve eaten most of it at this point from her claiming kiss earlier.
“You have the body of a warrior.” Vivian’s head rests on my slightly protruding stomach, her hands bracing on my upper thighs as she descends to her knees. “Powerful.” She takes my cock in her hand and I hiss at the contact. “Burly.” A single lick of her pink tongue threatens to undo me. “A body ready to serve.”
My neck tenses from restraint. Her words affect me just as much as her mouth around my cock does, perhaps even more.
With a devious look in her eyes, she slowly pops off me but keeps close as she moves to wrap her hands around the back of my thighs.
“Hold my hair while you fuck my mouth and show me how powerful you are, pet.”
She takes me fully as I scramble to wrap my hands in her honey-blonde hair. I have a fistful in each hand, gripping them tightly enough to control her movement, but hopefully not enough to cause her pain. I’ve reached a breaking point tonight, my body thrums with pent-up energy and emotions, and I begin to take it out on her like she asked me to.
Hazel eyes roam my body as I drag myself in and out of her. She might be at my mercy physically as I fuck into her mouth, but her eyes hold all the control. Fingers tighten into my thighs or let loose, setting the pace like I’m some animal for her to rein in.
“Please let me come. I need to come.” My voice is a whimper, and my movements slow down in an effort not to immediately spill into her.
Vivian hauls me toward her, taking me down as deeply as I can go, and the brief flicker in her eyes tells me I’m allowed to come. My hands in her hair become useless as Vivian holds my body hostage through my orgasm.
Blinded for the blissful few seconds of feeling her constrict and swallow me down, I hunch over her in exhaustion. I don’t shy away when I feel my stomach touch her forehead as I do. I’m too occupied in the ravenous pleasure coursing through me and the cum still leaking from my cock as I feel Vivian begin to pull away.
“Beautiful,” she whispers before taking one last lick of the cum drooling from my slit. Standing up, she wraps her hands around my waist and holds me to her.
Feeling like my knees will buckle in, I lean my weight onto her as I keep trying to catch my breath. I hadn’t thought much about how she’s essentially edged me for weeks, but my body certainly feels the ordeal. I can’t find shame in how quickly I spilled down her throat. My body feels loose and sated in a way I’ve never experienced before.
Holding, petting, and whispering sweet nothings into my ear, Vivian calms me until my heart beats with its normal tune.
“You did so good for me,” she praises, hugging me tightly while running her hands up and down my back. “Let’s get cleaned up and relax for a bit, okay?” she asks, already leading us to the en suite bathroom. Her voice sounds strained, but I don’t think much of it, nor the way she keeps giving me gentle touches.
After we clean up and decide to rest for a bit on the bed, it doesn’t faze me when I realize she must have felt my scars and seen my tattoos as she held me. Within seconds, I’m overcome with sleep as she holds me in her arms, my head resting on her chest, and my leg slung over hers.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
VIVIAN
White noise is overrated. Just get yourself a girl who snores.
The bed is empty when I wake up. My eyes need a moment to adjust to the sun beaming in from the open curtains. I have no clue what time it is, but I can tell it’s earlier than the time I usually get up.
Rolling over, I let myself take in the silky sheets and how amazing they feel on my skin, noticing how the spot where Knight slept still smells like him. Falling back asleep surrounded by his woodsy scent sounds like a dream right now, but I should probably figure out where the delightful-smelling man went.
A long time passed before I could get to sleep last night. Tracing over every scar I could find, I became obsessed with trying to soothe the pain from him. To erase the hurt they must have caused him.
I didn’t want to address his scars before he fell asleep, not when he was a moment from collapsing in my arms after he came. I wouldn’t have discovered them if I hadn’t been hugginghim while I rubbed his back. He doesn’t owe me the story of how he got them or why he decided to cover them with a tattoo, but I want to be there for him as much as he’d let me in.
After freshening up and changing into some black leggings and one of Knight’s black T-shirts that he left out for me, I walk through the house and to the kitchen, where I hear some commotion.
Knight stands at the kitchen island, unpacking some food out of brown paper bags. A white dress shirt sits on his shoulders, unbuttoned and rustling around as he sets the breakfast items onto the counter. His hair is damp, making the dark brown look jet-black as it reflects the morning sun. The streaks of gray along his temple are highlighted further. There’s even a little curl resting on his forehead, bouncing slightly as he crumples the bag and tosses it into the trash.
He’s devastatingly handsome.
“I thought enchiladas for breakfast might be overkill, so I had something delivered for us,” Knight comments, motioning with open palms to the array of food in front of him. There are a few breakfast sandwiches, some hash browns, fresh-baked oatmeal bars, andthankfully,some lattes as well.
