For Us (The Girl I Loved Duet 2)

I practically scream, but I’m too lost in the pleasure to know if I actually do. I want to see his face buried in between my legs but I can’t, and I have the urge to rip the blindfold off, but I don’t. It’s his choice. His choice.

Just repeating those words in my head lets me get control. It’s not me, it’s him. Not me. Not me.

The overwhelming need to come recedes, and I sigh, relaxing into the feel of his tongue on me, of the way he sucks me deep into his mouth. “That was very good,” he says. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks,” I say.

And then he slips two fingers into me, and I shatter into pleasure. I do scream now, body taken off-guard by the sudden thrust and I’m flying. His mouth is sealed over my clit and he fucks me with his hand while I’m soaring on wave after wave of pleasure. All the teasing today has broken open and is working its way through me and out, until the waves spit me out, limp and wrecked on the shore of the orgasm. Peter’s fingers work my G-spot, and my muscles jump and flutter, still sending pleasure in fits and sparks while I heave in breaths. His mouth is over me, lapping up every little bit of my cum just like he promised. I love it.

“You’re gorgeous when you come,” he says, licking over me again slowly, emphasizing his point. “Are you still sore?”

“Yes,” I say, honestly, “but I don’t care.” I’ll be damned if he’s not inside me tonight.

Strong hands grab my hips and flip me over on the bed and lift my ass. I like the way he spreads me open, smooths his hands over me like he’s inspecting and measuring. And I jump when his fingers touch my ass. “On those days when you’re not allowed to come,” he says, “I might want to fuck you here.”

My pussy clenches down, and I’m wet again, because the way he says it is so confident, so sure that I’ll love it and that he’ll love it, that I want it. I can’t help the moan that comes out of me, and the second one when his tongue is suddenly there in my ass, licking and sucking and making me want more. I didn’t even know it could feel like that, let alone that I would want anyone to touch me there. But I can’t even think about that now, because as soon as his mouth disappears, his cock is at the entrance to my pussy, hot and ready and bare and yessss.

Peter slips right in and doesn’t stop until his balls are pressed right up against me. Giving me a second to adjust to him, I relax under his hands. They stroke down my back and up to my neck and I’m just…happy. I can’t remember the last time in my life that everything was coming together like this. Even that idiot Clay can’t bring me down, because we won, and as Peter pulls back and slams into me again, and again fucking me with brutal strength, I let myself surrender to the pleasure.

I reach back for him, and Peter takes my hands, holding them, not missing a beat in the rhythm. Pleasure is building fast and steadily, and I ask him to fuck me harder, and he does. He takes me and I take him, and I’m swimming through an ocean again. When lightning strikes, I feel split open, every part of me electrifies for a brief, perfect moment before it sizzles through me and leaves me breathless and gasping and feeling every movement he makes and the aftershocks of pleasure through my gut.

Peter is grunting with every thrust, the slap of his skin on mine so good, and I can feel it when he’s there. He swells inside me, cock jerking as he yells out his climax, and I fall into pleasure again as heat spreads inside me. So good I never want him to stop. So good I never want to leave the bed. So good that I’ll never not be angry that I missed ten years of him.

We stretch out on the bed together, and he wraps me up in his arms. I look up at him, eyes still glazed and out of it, and it’s adorable. “I love you,” I tell him.

He smiles, a sleepy, perfect smile. “I love you, too.”

We fall asleep like that, him first, and then me, tangled together so that we’ll never come apart.

It’s the smell of pancakes that wakes me up in the morning, and the sense of joy and wonderment that this is the start of waking up like this, with Peter, every day for the rest of my life.

21

Peter

Present

The credits roll, and there’s applause that greets the end of the show. I’m sitting all the way in the back, because I don’t want to take away from this moment for Amber. The room is filled with industry people. Journalists, but not just them, important industry people and the who’s who of Hollywood are here for the premiere. My jaw kind of dropped when I saw the guest list. Clay Markham is not here. He was not invited.