Chapter 39
1465words
I take the opportunity to bunch it at her waist. 'Shame," I murmur without a hint of empathy while the flimsy white lace of her panties snaps between my hands.
'Zade! They're less than fifty yards away." She's staring at the bulge in my pants and subtly biting her lip. Yeah, she's just as ravenous.
'There were people fucking out in the open at your father's ‘house.' I think this is modest in comparison."
She laughs. 'You do know my father doesn't actually live at the clubhouse. right?"
'Not interested in talking about your father right now." I bury my face in the fragrant skin of her neck.
'You're the one who brought him up," she tilts her head back to give me more access, then moans as my fingers trail up her thigh and into her slick folds.
'I've missed you so much, Zade."
'I know," I grab hold of her and lift her up onto the marble vanity, drop to my knees, then shove her thighs open. I pause for just a moment, taking in the sight of her glistening slit. I breathe her in; her scent is soft and feminine, and it makes my mouth water.
And then I delve in like a man starving, parting her lips with my thumbs and licking her slippery folds from bottom to top, right up to her clit. When I flick my tongue over it, she gasps and threads her fingers through my hair.
'My God, Zade."
I flick her clit again and again, and when her gasps turn to quiet whimpers, I slide a finger into her, gliding against her G-spot.
Her fingers curl, and she gets louder, but she stifles them as best she can against her shoulder.
This just got even more interesting.
'Quiet, fiammetta." I lean away just long enough to meet her eyes to let her know I'm serious. I want to see how she'll react when all that tension building in her body has nowhere to go, no way to escape through moans and cries.
I delve back in, working her over with two fingers while I wrap my lips around her clit and suck.
She opens her mouth but slams it shut before any sounds can escape, and then she clenches her teeth together like she's fighting it back.
I finger her faster and flick my tongue back and forth across her clit, over and over again. My cock is so hard it hurts, but it's worth it to see the flush in her cheeks spread lower, right down to her cleavage. Her fingers grip harder, pulling on my hair now, even as her palms press me closer, urging me onward.
I finger-fuck her faster. Harder.
She squeezes her eyes shut as tiny, desperate sounds climb up her throat, barely escaping. She's close.
She slams a hand on the vanity as her thighs begin to shake 'Oh God. Ah, Zade. Fuck!" A cry escapes her, but she covers her mouth with her other hand.
I suck her clit into my mouth once again as I turn to short, quick strokes inside her, keeping in near-constant contact with her G-spot. I feel the moment the orgasm tears through her.
She throws her head back as her pussy clamps down hard around my finger, and her hips writhe and jolt through her near-silent orgasm as a burst of wetness coats my hand.
The moment her orgasm subsides, I stand up and grab hold of the bunched hem of her dress as I go. I don't want part of her; I want all of her. Naked. Exposed. Mine.
But as I tug her dress up over her bra-clad breasts, I catch sight of something that wasn't there three days ago. I yank the dress off her the rest of the way and unclasp the front hook of her bra.
There's a tattoo on her chest. The vine across her left ribs now winds its way upward between her breasts and ends in a black and red rose. This rose is neither entirely natural nor metallic-looking, but an artistic composition of both. It's different from the rest of the moonflowers.
I graze my fingers up the vine and over the rose gently, careful because the ink is clearly fresh, the skin around it reddened.
There's a meaning behind the new tattoo, but what? Why now?
When I look down at her, she bites her lips, looking momentarily uncomfortable.
'My flowers are people, Zade," she says.
I nod, but I'm not sure I'm following.
'Each one represents a person who's been in my life." She points to the small moonflowers on the climbing vine, then hovers over the relatively large rose, pausing again, golden eyes meeting mine. 'This one is you," she lays her palm over the fresh tattoo…. right in the middle of her sternum.
My own heart clenches, not painfully but in a way that sends a rush of something even more potent than blatant arousal coursing through my veins. I feel electrified, sparked up like never before. I don't just want Sapphire; I need her. Right fucking now.
I unzip and shove my pants down with lightning speed. I've got my eyes on the tattoo as I line up my cock and drive in, hard and deep from the first thrust because there's no god damned way I've got ‘slow and gentle' in me right now.
She's marked me on her body permanently. It's like a brand, a claim on her. She's all fucking mine, it says to me.
She smothers her cry against my shoulder, and then she wraps her legs around my hips. I want to kiss her, claim her lips like I'm claiming her pussy, but I can't look away from that rose.
After a moment, as if needing to see me, Sapphire leans back and supports herself with her hands on the vanity. I force my gaze off her tattoo and look up at her as I withdraw and slam back in. The look in her golden eyes matches the tattoo on her breast. I'm yours, they say.
It sends the tingling at the base of my spine into overdrive. I thrust harder.
Deeper.
Faster.
Her jaw is clenched tight, but even so, moans are slipping out, louder with each passing moment. I want to tell her to stop fighting them, to moan, to scream, to let the whole fucking world hear that she's mine. But I lunge forward instead, taking her mouth. I push past the seam of her lips, knowing she can taste herself on my tongue.
She grabs onto my shoulders, her fingers curled, her nails digging into my skin.
It isn't long—a minute, maybe two—when I can feel her hovering on the edge, so close, right there.
I slip my hand between us and rub her clit, once, twice.
She cries out in ecstasy, the noise strangled by her own effort and muffled by my mouth, as her pussy convulses around my cock.
'Christ. Fuck," I curse as my balls draw up, and my climax shoots out in white-hot bolts of current that travel all the way down to my fucking toes.
She feels so good, so slick, so fucking tight.
I rest my forehead against hers as the current gives way to aftershocks and my pounding heartbeat begins to slow.
'Oh my God," she pants as realization dawns on her. 'Do you think they suspect we were—"
'Fuck yes."
'Zade!"
I shrug, not seeing the point of lying.
'What will they think?" Her tone is a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
'That their son is madly in love with you," I say, then kiss her forehead, nose, and lips because every part of this woman is all mine. 'You're fine, baby. You're practically a saint among us. They've committed much worse crimes than you, trust me."
She scoffs, 'Great. And that should help me face your parents at the table with a straight face."
'Mm-hmm," I deadpan. 'While their son's cum drips out of you, no less."
'Oh my God, Zade Vitalo!" she blushes a deep shade of red. 'You're so awful."
I chuckle, bending to kiss her heated cheeks. 'Now you look like the definition of caught in the act. You'll fit right in."
I'm sure she'll have that on replay in her head all through dessert. How she can still blush so much despite where and how she grew up is beyond me, but I'm here for it.
'You're so going to pay for this, Zade," Sapphire warns, shaking her head.
'Oh, I'm looking forward to it, fiammetta."
I lead her back to the table, thinking I must be the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
