Page 52 of The Starlet
No one has ever called me naughty girl, and that causes the butterflies to erupt low in my womb in anticipation of what’s to come. I swallow hard.
“I understand.”
Chapter 32
We stepthrough the entryway of my house, and the tension oozes out of her. Her shoulders are no longer up by her ears. She no longer fidgets with her fingers, but keeps them by her sides. She’s relaxed. She even seems to be glowing, a tinge of color apparent on her cheeks.
She’s happy here. Safe.
I want that for her. I don’t want her to live by herself anymore. I want to be lucky enough to see her first thing in the morning, with her crazy bed head and sleepy smile. And I want her to be the last person I see every night before I close my eyes. The need I have for this woman is overwhelming.
Words right now aren’t what she needs from me. She needs to feel my love and protection. She needs to know I’ll stand by her and that we’ll get through this together—that we will be stronger because of it.
She drops her bag on the table and looks at me. I see the exhaustion in her eyes and her movements. Tonight isn’t the night to push her further. I take her hand in mine, the warmth of her tiny fingers sending small shockwaves of electricity through me.
We make it to the bedroom, and she sees the camera sitting on the dresser. A smile teases her lips, and I know she’s thinking about what we’ve done with it.Hell, I’ve watched it since she walked out on me.She wouldn’t speak to me, and it’s the only way I could feel the connection with her.
She tugs her shirt over her head and pulls her yoga pants down, standing in front of me in a pair a green bikini bottoms. She pulls the knot loose from the top of her head, letting her luscious blonde locks fall to frame her face, her hair stopping just above her nipples.
“I was so scared when I heard you scream, Elena.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She looks at the ground, then hooks her fingers in her panties and pulls them down her legs, kicking them away. “I need to feel you. I need to know it’s over.”
I nod in understanding. I reach behind me, grasping the neck of my shirt, and pull it over my head, tossing it in the corner of the room. Next is my pants. I unclasp the button and slide the zipper down. Her eyes are glued to my growing bulge as I pull my pants and boxers down and off. My cock jumps under her attentive gaze, and the urge to be buried inside her runs deep.
It’s been three days since I’ve had her, and my mind runs rampant with the knowledge of what she feels like under me. I step into her space and spin her around, pushing her down so her hands hold her upper weight at the edge of the mattress. Her hair cascades around her shoulders, but she makes no effort to move from where I’ve placed her.
I stand behind her, both my hands falling to her hips, and I tug her back, pulling her flush with me. I lean over, pressing my weight into her body, making sure she knows I’m here.
“You understand what’s going to happen?”
“Yes,” she replies on a quiet breath.
I extract myself from her and stand to her left side, rubbing her left cheek before my hand comes down over her plump ass with such force it jiggles under my touch. She gasps and curses under her breath, and I continue.
I pay the same attention to her right side—my hand stinging from the force. She whimpers after each but doesn’t stop me.
Six. That’s the final number before her ass is nice and red and hot under my touch. Each time my hand comes down over her flesh, I think about what would have happened if he had done something to her. If she had met him for a drink, or if she hadn’t thought to involve Jimmy. My frustration and fear are put into each smack. She needs to understand how scared I was.
She sucks in a shaky breath as I place my hands over her burning skin. I hold her hips again and, instead of slamming into her and giving her a good hard fuck, I drop to my knees and devour her—love her. She’s so turned on her essence slides down her leg. I lick it, all the way to the apex of her thighs, and go to town.
The moment my lips curl around her clit, I know it won’t be long. She hasn’t moved her hands from the bed, but she rocks over me, helping bring herself closer to her own release. Her knees begin to buckle, and I hold her over me, refusing to quit until I get what I want.
“Oh, God, Brad,” she moans and drops down on the bed. Her body shakes with such force as I continue working her through her orgasm. She reaches behind her and swats at my head with weak effort. I stand and ease her down onto the bed. She scoots up and winces when her bum hits the comforter.
“Are you okay?” I ask, crawling over her body, placing my hands on either side of her head, trapping her under me.
“Just a little sore. I’m all right.” She blinks up at me as a sleepy smile spreads across her lips.
“Such a good girl,” I coo as I drop my head to hers for a kiss. I nudge her legs apart and settle between her heat. “I love you, Elena, but if you ever do something that stupid and reckless again, I’ll make sure you can’t walk the next day.” I press in without warning, and she closes her eyes and arches her back, accommodating me.
I think she expects me to fuck her hard and fast, so when I just sit there, enjoying the way her body grips my length, she opens her eyes to watch me.This is my heaven. She’s my home.With her, within her—it doesn’t matter. Without Elena, I’m incomplete.
I caress her cheek with gentle strokes, and she nuzzles into my hand.
“Good girl.”
She bites her lip, trying hard to hide her smile, and I start rutting into her. She’s warm, soft, and perfect beneath me. She wraps her legs around my lower back and her arms around my neck, pulling me to her for a kiss. It’s needy, all tongue and teeth as she rocks up into me.