Chapter 13: Dead of Wynter: Chapter 12

The moment I concocted this plan, I knew it was a bad idea. Having Wynter naked beneath me is like putting a prime rib in front of a lion and expecting it not to feast. But I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to take her until she was mine again, until she knew exactly why I left all those years ago. The next time I sink inside her tight heat, there will be no doubt about who she belongs to.

I watch through hooded eyes as she presses gentle circles into her clit, her pussy getting wetter by the second as she brings herself closer to the edge. I reach down and squeeze my cock through my sweatpants, needing relief from how fucking hard I am.

“I want to see,” Wynter whispers and my eyes shoot up to clash with hers.

I chuckle. “Do you want to see how hard I am for you, little dove?”

“Yes.” She nods, her eyes dragging down my body until they lock with the tent in my sweatpants. Slowly I draw them down my thighs, my cock so hard it slaps against my stomach the moment it’s freed.

Wynter’s strokes of her clit speed up as my hand wraps around my aching cock, precum pooling at the tip.

The moment feels impossibly intimate seeing as not one part of me is touching her. The electricity whirling around the room makes it almost impossible for either of us to breathe.

“Use your other hand and fuck yourself with your fingers,” I order, tightening my grip around my cock. My hand and I are pretty well acquainted, but it’s never felt this fucking good.

Wynter’s eyes widen, but a moment later, she’s obeying me by sliding a finger into her drenched sheath.

“More,” I growl.

She squeezes a second finger in beside the first, and despite how wet she is, she winces slightly at the burn of the stretch. She hasn’t been fucked since we were together eight years ago, I’ve made sure of that, made sure I would always be the only person to ever slide into the paradise between her thighs. Before I can slide into her sweet pussy, I’m going to need to put in some work to make sure I don’t hurt her, because the moment I sink back into the heaven between her legs, I’m never going to want to leave.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur as I watch her work her fingers to bring herself closer to the edge.

“It’s too much after I just came,” she whines, but she doesn’t stop moving, not even for a moment.

“You better get used to coming more than once, dove, because the moment I get my hands back on you, I’m going to make sure you come so many times and so hard, that you won’t remember your own fucking name,” I growl.

Her mouth drops open, her plump lips forming the perfect O and I barely hold myself back from sinking between the perfect pillows. But I won’t touch her. Not yet. There’s plenty of time for me to fuck her mouth in the future, and I can be patient.

I tear my eyes from her mouth and drag them down her naked body, all smooth lines and perfection, until I lock on where her hands are moving at the apex of her thighs. I could watch this all day, listen to the gentle moans of ecstasy. Her pleasure is my favorite drug.

“Oh god,” she whispers like a prayer, the sound of her wetness filling the room. She’s so fucking turned on she’s dripping, her sweet honey gushing around her fingers as she works herself.

I barely catch myself when I reach to touch her. Everything about Wynter Saint James is tempting, and she doesn’t even know it. One of my biggest regrets is that she doesn’t see herself the way the rest of the world does, that I took away a part of her when I left. The selfish bastard in me rejoices in the idea no other man has had Wynter the way I have, that by breaking her the way I did, she couldn’t trust anyone in the time I was away, but she’ll never feel like that again. She’ll always know her worth, she’ll know exactly how I see her, because she is everything.

“Not God, dove.” I chuckle.

“You haven’t touched me. You can’t take credit for any of this,” Wynter breathes.

“Are you trying to tempt me, little dove?”

She shakes her head against the pillow, her blonde locks spread around her like a halo. She looks downright angelic, and part of me wants to take my beautiful angel and make her fall to the depths of hell right alongside me.

“I think you are, dove. I think you’re a siren trying to tempt me into the ocean.” I lean over her, careful to keep our bodies from brushing against one another. “I think you want me to take over because you know how well I can play your body.”

Wynter’s eyes dilate as a moan slips from her lips. She’s so fucking turned on she’s all I can hear and smell, her sweetness begging to be enjoyed. “No,” she says quietly.

“Liar.” I smirk. “I don’t need to touch you for you to be dripping for me, Wynter. All you need are my words and you’ll soak through the sheets. Now tell me, little dove, has anyone else ever had this effect on you? Have you ever rubbed your sweet pussy for anyone else and felt this wet and needy?” I know the answer. I haven’t allowed her to get close enough to anyone for that to be the case.

Wynter pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she considers her answer. If she’s smart, she won’t lie to me, not about something like this. In the end, she shakes her head. “No. It’s only ever been you,” she whispers, closing her eyes to break the moment.

“Open your eyes,” I growl. “I want you to look at me when we come together.”

Ice blue looks back at me and I groan as I squeeze my cock harder, I’m so fucking close to the edge I’m barely holding on, but we’re coming together whether she likes it or not.

“Are you ready to come, dove?”

“Yes.” Wynter nods, her movements beneath me becoming shaky and less precise with each second that passes.

“I want to hear my name on those pretty lips as you come, little dove.” I lean down until our faces are so close we’re breathing the same air. It would be so easy to crash my lips down on hers right now, to taste her as she comes, but I don’t. Being this close to her is enough. For now. “Come for me, Wynter,” I demand through clenched teeth as my balls tighten and the base of my spine tingles with the need for my release.

She doesn’t disappoint as her entire body tightens, both hands freezing for a moment as the pleasure takes over. Her entire body shakes under mine, and a moment later, my cum is covering her milky skin in thick ropes.

Wynter’s breaths come in hard and fast, her chest rising so high her nipples brush against my chest hair, only adding to her own pleasure. Her orgasm goes on and on, her fingers moving in tandem to tear every last bit of ecstasy from her body.

She sags into the mattress, exhaustion overwhelming her the moment the pleasure ends, and I can’t help but smile. A few hours ago, she felt she could lean on me while she was vulnerable, and now she knows her body is just as much mine as it always has been.

“Always such a good girl for me, dove,” I murmur. “Let’s get you cleaned up and you can get some sleep.”

She nods against the pillow, her eyes drifting closed the moment I climb from the bed and head into the attached bathroom for a cloth. By the time I return, she’s relaxed into the bed, her breathing back to a gentle rise and fall.

A smile tugs at my lips as I take long strides to where she lies in the bed. “Wynter,” I whisper, brushing long strands of gold from her face.

She groans, her nose scrunching in distaste as my thumb strokes her cheek gently. Being able to touch her again, to feel her skin beneath mine after so long, it’s all I can do not to climb into the bed beside her and never leave. She’s fucking addictive, and just the sight of her has my cock stirring again.

“Come on, dove. I’ll clean you up and tuck you in.”

Her eyes flutter open and look up at me. For the first time since I walked back into her life, she looks at me with something other than contempt in her gaze. I see the broken girl I left behind and the trust she’s put in me tonight, a trust I can’t break.

Not again.

“Open your legs for me, little dove.” I kneel beside her on the bed, and she complies immediately, watching with bated breath as I move to touch her. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. But I crave the closeness the same way she does. I need it. “Good girl.”

I start by wiping her cum from her thighs, and then as gently as I can manage, wipe her heat. She flinches under my touch, her pussy too sensitive after the two orgasms she’s given herself in the last half an hour, but she doesn’t pull away. Once I’m sure she’ll be comfortable enough to sleep, I wipe my seed from where it landed against her stomach and mound. A part of me wants to leave it there so every man that dares look at her knows she’s mine and mine alone, but I have to tamp down my caveman tendencies, even if only for now.

Once I’m satisfied I’ve wiped our combined releases off her soft skin, I throw the cloth onto the bedside table and bring the sheets up around her naked body. “You did so good, little dove,” I praise.

Wynter preens under my words of encouragement as she barely keeps her eyes open. I’ve missed seeing her like this, so open and happy, but if I have it my way, this is how she’ll be all the time from here on out.

“Are you leaving?” she asks quietly.

The words almost break my resolve to leave the room because there’s nothing in this world I would rather do than slip in between the sheets beside her and sleep with my cock nestled between her ass cheeks.

“Like I said, dove. I’m not going to touch you until we’ve cleared the air between us, and if I were to get into bed with you, I would have my hands all over your body.” I flash a smile that has a blush covering her cheeks. “But make no mistake, Wynter. The moment we’ve talked, the moment the air is clear between us, we will never spend a night apart.” I lean down until my face is only an inch above hers, so close her scent calls to me. “Get some sleep,” I whisper and press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

As I turn to leave the room, I don’t miss the way Wynter presses her eyes closed to ward off the tears that rise to the surface. She doesn’t trust me. She doesn’t believe I’ll be here in the morning, but there’s nowhere I would rather be than right here with her.

By the time I open the door and chance one more look over my shoulder, her eyes are closed, the sheet wrapped around her tight, and the smallest smile sits on her lips. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman, except leave. I’ll never do that again.