I sat sobbing on the stool five minutes later when the faint sound of the doorbell rang through the air. Before I could stand, there was a pounding on my door. The storm outside was so intense, the power had gone out only minutes before. I hurriedly wiped at my eyes and went to the door and yanked it open.
A whoosh of air escaped my lungs as a soaking wet Fox came rushing back inside. He captured my face in his hands, his lips crashing against mine. I let out a whimper as his tongue delved into my mouth, his desperation at my acceptance of him screaming frantically as he cradled my face.
“I didn’t do what she says I did,” he choked out, his gaze searching mine. “I’d never do that to you, Rosie. I fucking swear on my life I wouldn’t. Please. Believe that.”
The way his eyes locked on mine, wavering in desperation, made me nod, accepting that he didn’t have a hand in it. I guess I’d known it. Or at least thought it. Hurt over being embarrassed had been what bubbled all the emotions inside me. I tossed aside all reason. He came back. That’s what I focused on. He let out a breath, and his lips collided with mine again.
Every current of electricity flowing through me told me despite everything, this kiss was the key to mending bridges we’d set fire to and watched burn. I parted my lips for him, letting the pain at truly missing him in my life take over. Years of anger and desperation came out through that kiss as he held my face in his hands, his tongue dancing against mine.
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine.
“Please don’t hate me, Rosie,” his voice shook with his words. I stared up at him, tears rolling down my cheeks as he tangled his fingers in my hair. “I fucked everything up. I should’ve told you how I felt a long time ago. I should’ve showed you so much more than what I did. I should’ve kissed you in the cafeteria that day instead of yelled at you. And I should’ve made love to you instead of what I’ve been doing. I’m so fucking sorry.” He kissed the tears gently away, whispering his apologies over and over as he ran his fingers through my curls. “Tell me you believe me, Rosie.”
“I believe you,” I whispered back, seeing the truth in his eyes and hating myself for not believing him in the first place.
When his lips found mine again, I fell back into him just as easily as I had moments before. He lifted me into his arms and carried me upstairs to my room and laid me down on my bed, his lips never breaking from mine.
I let out a soft moan as his fingers moved beneath my shirt, his hand finding its way to my breast. His hands shook as he moved away from me, taking my shirt with him.
My breath hitched as he stared down at me in my black bra. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. Fox wanted to see me. His eyes drank in every inch of me, his lips parted. It was like he was trying to memorize every bit of me he could. I sat up and tentatively ran my hands along the taut muscles beneath his wet shirt. His eyes were hooded as he stared down at me, still speechless. Feeling brave, I pushed his shirt up, bringing it over his head so we were both shirtless.
My fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans as he silently watched me, the only sound the storm outside and our heavy breathing.
Once I had his button and zipper undone, I swallowed hard and stared up at him. His hands landed on my waist as he tugged me to him, his lips finding mine. A moment later, he shoved my pants down my thighs and laid me back on the bed, his own pants gone.
I didn’t know what the hell we were doing. In that moment, nothing but us together mattered. Positioning himself firmly between my legs, he gazed down at me, so many emotions flitting over his face it made my heart clench.
“I’m sorry, Rosie. For everything.” He pressed a kiss to the edge of my lips, his voice cracking. “I hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Make it up to me,” I answered breathlessly, shifting my hips beneath him.
“I want to.” His thick erection pressed against my damp panties. “I have a lot to apologize for.”
“We have all night.”
A tiny smirk cut across his sad face before his lips met mine once more. His hands found my breasts again, this time making sure to remove my bra. Before long, we were naked, our hot bodies pressed firmly against one another’s.
Fox trailed his lips down my neck, to my collarbone, before making a path to my breasts, where he licked and sucked each pebbled bud with such fervor, the tingles in my center grew hot, my toes curling. I was certain I was going to explode around him as he nipped at a nipple, drawing it into his hot mouth before sucking on it.
“Fox,” I moaned. He murmured my name in return, moving lower on my body, his mouth leaving behind a trail of fire from every kiss he planted on my skin. When he reached to the apex of my thighs, his blue eyes locked on mine.
I parted my legs, giving him permission. It was all he needed to press a kiss to my most intimate area before darting his tongue out against my slit, languidly running it up it. I arched my back beneath his hot tongue, my heart pounding against my chest. With a strong grip, he latched onto my hips and tugged my center to his mouth, his tongue disappearing inside of me.
“Oh god,” I choked out as his tongue whirled and swirled around my tight bundle of nerves. On instinct, my fingers where in his hair, pulling his face closer to my wet center, my hips rocking in time with his licks and sucks. Fox’s buried his face in me, eating like a man starving.
I tensed as he inserted a finger into my tight channel, never breaking his rhythm on my clit. The feelings were so intense that I neared my breaking point. He must have sensed it because his movements sped up, his tongue working over my quivering button until I was crashing down around him, his name on repeat on my lips.
I laid, feeling boneless, as he scooted back up to me, his mouth glistening from my orgasm. He licked his lips, staring down at me, still not satisfied.
“Can I return the favor?” I managed to whisper up at him.
“You don’t need to, Rosie,” he whispered back, nuzzling my neck, his warm breath sending goosebumps through me.
“I want to.” I boldly reached down and grasped his thick cock, my heart stuttering in my chest at how large it was. He closed his eyes as I stroked him up and down.
He moved onto his back for me, and I was quick to find myself between his legs, his massive length in my hand.
His breath came in small gasps as he watched me lick his shaft. His eyes rolled back in his head as he relaxed his head against the pillow. I kissed the tip, licking up the drop of salty sweetness.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he moaned as I sucked him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the head of his dick. I bobbed up and down on him, licking and sucking, his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head down until I had all of him down my throat.
I let out a yelped as he tugged me off him and rolled me onto my back.
“I don’t want to make a mess in that pretty mouth,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I’d much rather make it somewhere else.”
My heart fluttered in my chest as he positioned himself at my entrance. Holding my breath, I stared up at the impossibly beautiful man looming over me.
“Do you want this?” he asked softly. “I won’t do it if you don’t, Rosie.”
“I want this,” I answered back hoarsely.
“If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll stop. I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
I nodded mutely as he positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine.
“Are you on the pill?”
I nodded, and he let out a slow breath.
“Don’t look away from me, Rosie,” he whispered, pushing forward. I winced, my breath hitching as he entered me.
“Look at me,” he instructed gently as he pushed in further. I tensed beneath the pressure as he inched slowly inside of me. A tear squeezed out of the corner of my eye, and he was quick to kiss it away. A moment later, he buried himself inside of me, our bodies fully connected.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, shifting as he moved out of me slowly before pushing back in. “So fucking incredible.”
I whimpered, but he was quick to kiss it away, his movements speeding up until I was meeting his thrusts with my own, the ache of his intrusion having receded and waves of pleasure and heat replacing it.
The swell of tingles swirled deep in my center, making me moan out his name.
“Give it to me, Rosie,” he commanded, moving faster as he pounded in and out of me. A moment later, I was crashing down around him again, my walls clenching around his dick. He let out a moan, spilling himself inside of me, before finally coming to a breathless rest, both our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat.
He lifted himself up onto his elbows and stared down at me, so much wonder and adoration on his face it left me breathless.
“There’s no going back, Rosie. Never. You belong to us.”
