Sweet Reflection (Truth)

by Henderson, Grace

  "What are you doing?" He asks quickly. "Babe, talk to me."

  I shake my head, desperately willing the anger and humiliation to subside.

  "If you didn't really want to do this then you should have just told me. It wouldn't have bothered me." I straighten, trying to hide my fear and unease. My body turns to leave but he grabs my hand and stops me.

  "Wouldn't it? ‘Cause it sure as hell would have bothered me."

  So he does want this? I struggle to read him and take a brief moment to study his face, trying to figure out what he really means.

  "I told you earlier, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I'm sure. I know I want this. But I have to make sure you want it too. Because, Laurel, if this happens again, you're mine. I'm not letting any other man touch you, so you need to make the decision now. Either you're in this completely, or not at all. 'Cause I can't compromise on this."

  One hand is stroking my cheek and the other is sitting on my hip, long fingers gently kneading into my skin whilst he waits for my answer. My heart starts fluttering erratically. His words make me realise that if we carry on, I’m going to need exactly the same from him too.

  "You said I'm yours, but it works both ways. I don't want you with any other girl. And I can't compromise on that either."

  Knowing his reputation I'm holding my breath expecting him to challenge the point but he laughs instead.

  “Angel, everything I want is right here. It's you. Just you. Only you.”

  My shoulders relax dramatically.

  “So, does this mean that there’s nothing going on between you and Murphy?” He asks uncertainly.

  The look on his face is priceless and I can’t help feeling a little pleased that he’s jealous.

  “No, Ryan and I are just friends. There’s nothing more to it. He knows I’m kinda into someone else.”

  “Kinda? Well that fills me with confidence.”

  “Okay, how about a lot into someone else?”

  “Sounds good.” He kisses me once then pulls back and narrows his eyes, “It is me, right?”

  I can’t help laughing, how much more obvious do I need to be? “Of course, idiot.”

  His hands reach out to grab at my hips and pull me flush against him.

  “I love it when you call me names.”

  “How about when I do this?” I stand on my tiptoes and pull his top lip between both of mine, bringing my hands up to clasp round his neck. His response is immediate and he’s drawing my body in as close to his as possible, but it’s still not close enough. His tongue sweeps out to explore my mouth, and the hunger that’s emanating from every part of his body that’s touching mine, has me clutching the back of his head, tugging his hair and pushing him back against the wall.

  “God, I definitely love it when you do that,” he pants breathlessly and leans his forehead against mine.

  “Then why stop?” I ask, reaching out for the bottom of his shirt but he catches my hands and brings them up to his mouth, placing little kisses on the underside of my palms.

  “Uh, uh. Tonight is all about you. I told you Laurel, you deserve to be worshipped, there's no hurry. What I want to do, can't be rushed."

  I raise an eyebrow inquisitively, “And what do you want to do?"

  I suck in some air to brace myself 'cause I bet he's one hell of a dirty talker and just the thought of what his mouth could do to me is turning me on more than I ever thought possible.

  One corner of his mouth pulls up into his sexy half-grin, and he leans in close to my ear. His tongue slips out to lap at my earlobe and slides down the side of my neck. His voice is a deep rasp that gets my toes curling and body primed for him.

  "I want to lick every inch of your body then stroke my tongue over your hot little pussy until you come, shaking and crying out with pleasure. Then I'll put my hard cock deep inside you, whisper how sexy you are and how much you turn me on, then watch your beautiful face as you come hard around my cock."

  He pauses and pulls back to look in my eyes. If he wasn't holding onto me tightly I'd be a pile of horny, wet woman collapsed on the floor, but his strong arms are holding me up and the heat is pooling low in my stomach. His gaze is hungry, possessive with a little flash of mischief, and I can't help but moan softly. It seems to spur him on because before I know it he's picked me up and laid me down on the fluffy pillow stacked bed.

  His hand unzips his hoodie achingly slowly; my stomach’s doing somersaults from the anticipation.

  "You have no idea how much I’ve thought about doing this again, Laurel. That night was amazing, you were amazing, and I know how damn lucky I am you're here with me now."

  “Well you better help me remember how amazing it was then,” I challenge, trying my best to hide the hitch so I appear as confident as he is.

  “Oh I will,” he promises.

  His body moves further onto the bed to half cover mine, expert hands sliding over the silk of my dress and pulling the straps down to take it off.

  "So soft," he murmurs as his lips slowly follow his hands leaving a trail of little sparks all over and my body feels like it’s on fire. I arch instinctively at the feel of his mouth lingering against the swell of my breasts. His deft fingers reach round to undo the clasp and he pulls my bra from in between us.

  "You're perfect," he mumbles as he takes one breast in his hand and clamps his mouth down over the nipple. He bites gently, then licks and it feels so good I need him closer so my hands automatically come out to run my fingers through his hair. He kisses across my chest to the other nipple and I grip his head tightly to me, not wanting him to move from that spot. I tilt my head back further into the pillows as he places open- mouthed kisses down my stomach and l close my eyes, lost in the exhilaration of his hands making their way down to my thighs. I'm wet and aching for him and another moan escapes my lips when his reach the top of my underwear.

  "James," I breathe out deeply and I don’t recognise the husky, sultry tone to my voice.

  He knows exactly what I want, but doesn't want me to have it yet. His tongue slips out and over the damp lace that's covering the place I need his mouth. He brushes his finger over the little nub that’s still covered and I'm aching for the satisfaction of his tongue on my skin. He slowly takes off my underwear and lowers his mouth to me, and I cry out at the intensity.

  "Oh God, James."

  He chuckles, "Not quite babe, but close."

  I want to roll my eyes at his egotism but as his tongue swipes over me again and again, I forget about anything else but the euphoria that’s building up inside me.

  "You taste like fucking heaven."

  His words are enough to send me over the edge and with one last flick of his tongue I'm tossed off that cliff and my body is shaking and tumbling all the way back down to the ground.

  James

  I have no words that can explain how beautiful she looks after she's just come and knowing I'm the one that did it? Fuck. Too good. It's too good and it's gonna end way too quickly. I kiss back up her body and take my time when I reach her neck, kissing gently, nibbling her skin.

  "Mmm, good enough to eat."

  She presses her cheek against mine and giggles, "Uh, I think you just did that."

  I raise both eyebrows and pull back to look at her. She laughs again and nudges me, "What? You didn't think you were the only one with a dirty mouth did you?"

  Well damn, I wasn't expecting that. My open mouth closes and I smile down at her, "That is so hot, carry on, please.”

  She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth and shifts her weight so she’s kneeling on the bed.

  “I need this off.”

  She gestures to my shirt and I hurriedly unbutton it and pull my arms out, and I’m instantly feeling like a horny sixteen year old again.

  “Do you know what I’m going to do now?” She whispers softly, and I hope it’s a rhetorical question because I’m sitting there resting my weight on my hands not able to find any words at all. I watch as she
looks down towards the bulge in my pants and starts to undo my belt, licking her lips and if I thought I was hard before, I’m now rock solid at her stripping me whilst she’s naked. She takes my trousers and boxers off and pauses to meet my eyes before grasping my cock in her hand. The touch sends a jolt through me and when she bends down to take me in her mouth my hands automatically fist in her hair and my head slumps back against the pillow. Her eyes are still focused on my face but mine don’t seem to want to stay in one place. They’re on her tongue darting out to lick me; her hand stroking me slowly; her tits rubbing against my thighs; her mouth devouring the whole length of my cock and her blonde hair that’s spread out all around her like a freaking halo.

  “I’m going to let you put this cock deep inside me and fuck me until I come, and if you can make me scream your name in the process then all the better,” she says as she takes one last long lick. “Give me the best sex of my life James, I heard that’s what you’re good at.” She smirks at me and it takes me back nine months to the night I realised she didn’t remember our first time together. She’s going to remember tonight though.

  I won’t let her forget.

  Her invitation; her challenge, brings out my competitive side and in one swift move I roll us so she’s beneath me. The sweet playful giggle that escapes her lips is more motivation to take my time in pleasing her so I bend my head to kiss her neck, leaning my hands on either side of her head. I make my way across her jaw, to her mouth, which is half-open and ready for my tongue to slip in. It strokes hers gently, and I’m going to take my time, make this last all night, make her come again and again in as many different ways as possible.

  I reach out to grab the condom from the bedside table and when she hears the drawer shut she breaks the contact of our lips and takes it from me.

  “Let me,” she whispers and as I lean over onto my side, taking some of my weight off her, she settles the tip of the condom on her tongue and rests it against her lips. She ducks her head and when I realise exactly how she’s going to put it on me I feel like I’m going to explode right there and then. No girl has ever done it like that before, they always just leave it to me, and as her mouth rolls it over my cock, I want to grab her head and hold her to me. But there’s something even better waiting and the memories I have stored are a damn good incentive to put her first.

  “Christ that was so sexy.” I murmur into her mouth as I hover over her body. She opens her legs out to wrap around my back and tugs me in closer to her. The tip of my cock has settled just inside her and she reaches down to grab my hips. She moans when my hips meet hers and I’m filling her as deep as I can go. I still inside her and take a second to watch her, eyes closed, lips parted and seizing little breaths while she tilts her hips up to get me to move. I move my hips slowly back so I’m all the way out then push slowly back in. It’s taking all the self-control I possess not to thrust harder but I’ll make this last as long as I can manage.

  “Feel good, babe?” She moans what I think is a yes, but it’s not enough of a response, so I pull back to the edge of her. I wait, and when she realises I’m not going back in, she snaps her eyes open, “What are you doing?” She asks shakily. I move my head and trail my tongue over her breast, kissing and gently biting her skin.

  “James, what are you doing? I need you inside me.”

  “Like this?” I ask as I sink hard inside her, fast and uncontrolled.

  “Yes, just like that,” she sighs loudly.

  “Eyes on me, babe. I want you to know exactly who is making you come. And whose cock you’re gonna milk everything from with your tight little pussy.” I look straight into her eyes as I thrust again harder. She bites her lip and grips me tighter as I continue my assault. I see the pleasure she’s getting in her gaze and her hands fist in my hair. The moment she releases my hair to cling to my shoulders, I move my finger between us and gently stroke her clit. Her eyes widen and her back arches, and she cries out my name. It sounds so sexy spilling over her lips that I erupt fiercely and every tight clench around me spurts more of my come inside her.

  “Fuck, holy shit Laurel.”

  I’ve never come so hard in my life, and without any real ability to control it.

  The pulses dwindle into one long wave of sated bliss. The energy I had suddenly leaves and my body feels heavy, drowsy but I don’t want to leave this position. Laurel smiles smugly, and her fingers stroking up my back gets the chills rippling through me. She presses a kiss to my neck and I move out of her slowly before my arms nearly collapse, they feel like jelly. I walk unsteadily to the bathroom and after cleaning myself up, I throw some water at my face and shake my head to bring myself out of the daze I’m in. I’m glad we had the exclusive talk before we did that or it would have been awkward. She’s mine. No going back now; I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

  I stroll back into the room, eyes never straying from the beautiful body lying stretched out and naked on my bed. Her big blue eyes sparkle as they meet mine.

  “So what’s the verdict, babe?” I get into bed and put the covers over us. Her body moves to mine and I wrap my arms tight around her, hoping I’ve met her challenge to an acceptable level.

  “Hands down, the best I’ve ever had.” She lifts her head and grins at me, “But I’m sure your ego has already told you that. After all, I did scream your name.” God, that was the best part.

  “You did, and it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” I reach down and place a kiss on her lips, settling down further into the mattress, and tightening my grip on her. Tonight, I’ll let her get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll make sure she knows for damn certain that she’s mine. I’ll stake my claim and drive home my message with as many thrusts as she needs to realise that.

  Chapter Eleven

  Laurel

  My eyes snap open suddenly and it takes a few seconds for it to register with me where I am. In James’ house, in James’ bed…with him next to me. For the first time in ages I’ve woken up next to a man and haven’t been filled with a sense of dread or regret. Last night was amazing, and he certainly lived up to his reputation. It’s like a switch has been flipped, and things have suddenly changed between us.

  I turn my head gently so I don’t jog the bed and wake him. One arm is draped heavily over my stomach and his face is buried in the pillow, eyes closed; breathing steady. My eyes drift over his hair which is all messed up, his shoulders, strong arms and the curve of his back, then to the covers pooled at his waist. The sun is peaking through the blinds and I reach down low to the floor beside me to find out the time from my phone but I’m pulled straight back up again by those strong arms,

  “And where do you think you’re going?” He says sleepily. His voice is low and gruff and I find it sexy as hell as I remember him whispering his dirty-talk to me last night.

  He pulls me even closer to him, gripping my hips and resting his head on my chest. “Everyone needs a bosom for a pillow,” he mumbles as he buries his head further between my breasts.

  I can’t contain my laughter, “Cornershop? Really?”

  “Yeah, that song’s a legend.”

  “Because it mentions boobs?”

  He’s perked up now and lifted his head to look at me. “Yeah. I’m a sucker for them. These in particular.” His hand reaches out to cup one of mine and squeezes gently, tongue darting out to lick my hard nipple. My head jerks on the pillow and I arch my back to try and get further into his mouth. As I’m spinning from the feel of his tongue swirling round and his gentle caress making me wetter than I’ve ever been before, somewhere in the distance I register a ringing sound but it isn’t until he’s pulled away and the cold air hits my skin I realise it’s actually a doorbell. He grins and kisses me on the cheek with a loud smacking sound, climbing out of bed. I follow his bare backside to the other side of the room and find myself biting my lip remembering how the tight muscles felt under my grip.

  “Now who’s the perv.” His deep snigger brings a flush of crimson to my cheeks a
nd he pulls on a pair of shorts thwarting my ogling efforts.

  “I feel violated,” he says playfully as he covers his chest with his hands.

  “Whatever. You love it really.” He winks as he walks out the door and I rest my head back on the pillow, thoughts floating back to last night. I dig out my phone to find the time and it’s only eight so still early. I don’t have to work today and I hope James doesn’t either, because we didn’t get much talking done, and it’s long overdue. There’s two deep voices coming from the hallway, so I scan the room and think of something I can put on. I can’t wear my dress and I don’t have anything else so I get up and take a peek in his wardrobe. I flick through the hangers and there in the middle is a pale blue collared shirt that I’ve seen him in when we’ve been out. It hugs him in all the right places and brings out the colour of his eyes, so I decide to wear that. It’s not that long, it stops mid-thigh, but it’ll have to do. As soon as I put it on the smell comforts me; it smells like laundry detergent, fresh and clean with a hint of James and his cologne mixed in for good measure. I nip into his en-suite and rummage around to find a spare toothbrush head, and some mouthwash. I wash my face and brush my hair and start to feel a little sexier.

  The hall’s quiet but I can hear sounds coming from the kitchen so I make my way down, with a little hop in my step as I go. My view settles on James as I walk through the door, he’s laying out plates of food on the island in the middle of the room.

  “What’s all this?” I ask, as I walk over to him and he swings an arm over my shoulder.

  “It’s a feast fit for a princess,” he smiles and kisses me on the forehead, “I had it delivered from the deli round the corner. I’m kind of a regular when I’m working from home so they don’t mind bringing it round for me.”

  “When did you ring them? I didn’t even hear you get up.” I can’t believe he had breakfast delivered for me, he’s being so thoughtful and it takes me by surprise how different my impression of him is now after a week of spending more time with him.