She winks at me and glides her tongue along the shaft, slow and skillful. Its torturous and erotic. One hell of a turn on watching her. She takes her time flicking her tongue against the ridges until she finally comes back up quickly to the bulbous top, taking just the tip between her lips and sucking me to the roof of her mouth. She moans, and my hand goes to her head.
“Fuck, baby. That feels so good,” I encourage her to keep going, plucking her nipple between my fingertips. Her eyes are hooded as we watch one another. She keeps her leisurely pace and I match it, thrusting ever so lightly against her mouth, fucking her parted lips slowly, going deeper every time.
When I’m close to nutting, I pull her back by her hair and shove her to the foot of the bed by her shoulder.
Satisfied with her position, I hook my arms under her knees and repay the attention. Taking my time, licking her slit from clit to ass, tasting my essence on her and loving it. Her hips arch and she squirms, but I spread her lips and nip at her clit. Teasing the rim of her ass with my finger, I apply pressure there but don’t push in.
“Holden,” she calls out my name in a sultry prayer.
I ignore her plea and continue to taste and tease her swollen pussy, using my tongue and my fingers on her. Her fingers dig into my scalp, nearly drawing blood as she grinds against my mouth. I inhale her sweet scent and bury my tongue deeper inside her, licking and sucking until her orgasm peaks. Her juices coat my tongue and I keep licking and sucking until she’s begging me to stop but I coat my finger with her sweet wetness and stick it in her ass, as she jerks, and the walls of her ass squeeze my finger tight.
And just when she screams out that she can’t handle anymore, I take away my fingers and my mouth and she whimpers. I look down at her as I line my dick up with her greedy pussy and I know I will never tire of this. I want to give her this every damned day. Morning, noon, and night. Who needs anything else but that gorgeous smile that is spread across her face?
Driving my cock home in her sweet pussy that was made for loving me, I pull her with me, as I go back on my calves. Her legs hook around me as she impales herself on my cock. Her teeth shred into my shoulder as I hold deep inside her daring her to move.
That whimper I love to hear rips from her throat as her body trembles against mine then I move her hips, guiding her and she rides me hard and fast until I shatter, splintering into a million pieces, exploding my love deep within her walls.
Her hair clings to her neck as my lips find hers never wanting to let her go.
Chapter 26
Conleigh
Waking up, I’m sore as hell. Stiff and achy between my thighs but I feel on top of the world. Holden’s arms were wrapped around me, holding me securely to him when I woke. He went out with Wren to get breakfast. I don’t want this to end but in the back of my mind I do worry about telling Ezra. I know I probably shouldn’t care how he feels considering he was cheating on me, but Holden is talking about kicking him out and telling him we are together. I don’t even know what that means. Does he mean we are an official couple now even though he is technically married to someone else? Does that make me the other woman and no better than Judy? I know it really doesn’t; the situations are different. Holden hasn’t been with Reese in years and I believe him. I’ve been around him plenty over the past two years and he’s never mentioned her, and she hasn’t lived here as far as I know. There isn’t anything hers of here. No trace that they were ever a couple. Not even a photograph that I can find.
Bailey is still asleep, and under Holden’s orders, I am making room for my stuff in his room. I may be snooping a little too. I mean, this is crazy. We’ve fucked like rabbits, but do we really know each other? But I guess that is what you are supposed to do in a relationship, learn about each other every day and build a life together. It all just feels so fast and sudden. Is Holden doing this because he loves me and wants to be with me or because he has something to prove to Ezra or himself?
I’m not having doubts exactly, but I feel like I should be taking precautions to protect myself. I don’t think Holden intends on hurting me but what if he does? Then what? The unknown future scares me.
I go to clean out the nightstand to put my birth control pills in it when I realize I haven’t been taking them. With all the stress this past week, I’ve missed my pills. I can’t believe I didn’t take them. I usually do it first thing every morning before I even go to the bathroom. I try not to freak out and make a mental note to call my doctor. In the back of the drawer though, I see my missing sock crumpled up and I don’t know whether to be grossed out or laugh. I pull it out and it’s stiff. I toss it to the floor. He really jerked off with my sock.
He’s crazy. But he’s crazy for me.
A light tap sounds on the opened door. Turning around, I see Bailey scrubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Hey, good morning, sleep head.”
“Whatcha doing?” She questions on a yawn, stretching her arms over her head.
I take in a breath. Telling my best friend that I am moving into Holden’s room is good practice for confronting Ezra. “I’m moving in with Holden,” I confide.
Her eyes bulge. “You’re doing what?”
“I’m going to be with Holden.”
She leans against the doorframe. “I get that.” She smirks but then her lips turn down. “Don’t you think it’s too soon to be jumping across the hall to his bed. I mean, don’t get mad at me, but shouldn’t you take some time and let it sink in that you ended a two-year relationship. Does Ezra even know?”
I shake my head. A sinking feeling forms in the pit of my stomach. I know some of what she says is true but being with Holden feels right. Moving in with him and being in his arms makes me happy. “I love him.”
“You love him! Jesus, Conleigh. How in the hell do you go from fucking him to loving him in a matter of a couple of days? It just seems rushed and not thought out.”
“I just do, okay?”
“I think you’re making a mistake. But you’re my best friend and I will support your choices even if I think you are being dumb.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“At least I’m honest,” she says, shrugging her shoulders in an apologetic fashion.