Chapter 78 Too Much Before Coffee?
Author’s Note: TWO CHAPTERS LEFT!! I AM ~distressed~
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I relax into a full-body stretch as I wake up the next morning, the sheets falling from my arms as I lift them overhead. My muscles ache deliciously, and memories of last night flood my mind. Getting into bed. In the bath.
Rhys’s house.
I’m not left with my reminiscing for very long because suddenly I am very aware of the fact that David’s tongue is between my legs.
Lifting the sheets to look down, David smiles up at me.
“Good morning, darling.” He mutters, kissing up my stomach, across my chest and up my neck.
It takes me a few seconds to sink into the bed, underneath his hands now running up my sides and pulling my body closer to his.
“David…” I whisper, my brain not having the capacity to wake up fully, process everything, understand what my body is feeling.
“Shhh, your coffee is on its way. Just give me five minutes.” His words dance across my skin, making it erupt in shivers.
“Hmm… what time is it?” I mumble, my exhaustion allowing my body to relax beneath his body as he presses down into me.
“It doesn’t matter.” He replies huskily just before his lips find mine, and he captures me in a heady, dizzying kiss. It feels like a dream. Like a gorgeous dream.
My hands finally make their way to his shoulders, and a gentle push against him is all he needs to roll onto his back, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulling me on top of him, not breaking the kiss for a second. It is fluid and elegant. Soft and light.
Until I settle fully in his lap and feel his rock-hard bulge press against my core.
“Can I wake up a little first?” I laugh, our mouths separating as he smiles back at me, brushing the hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear.
“You’re the one on top of me, doll.” He teases, leaning up to kiss wherever he can reach, landing somewhere by my collarbone. “And you’re the one grinding on me.”
Blinking, I look down where our bodies are joined, and sure enough, I have been absentmindedly rocking against him while we’ve been talking.
“So, I think you’re awake enough, don’t you?” He asks, his lips continuing their gentle attacks on my bare skin. “I tried to keep my hands to myself but you are just so fucking perfect. I want you to tell me what you want.” He whispers.
“Am I supposed to say you?” I smile, but he shakes his head.
“You’ve been so good at letting me take control all this time, doll,” he says, looking up at me. “Submitting to me. Letting me take the lead. But now I want you to be in control.”
I rush to kiss him again, a surge of need in my chest, my hips starting to grind again. I can feel my moans catching in my throat, my body caught between still waking up and needing more.
After a few minutes I realise he isn’t going to make the next move. His hands are innocently at my waist and the back of my head, the kiss tactically slow enough to indicate that he isn’t taking charge this time. Not taking it any further.
So I do.
I reach down, wrap my fingers around his cock, melting at the groan he makes into my mouth. Guiding him to me, I sink down on him, feeling his body tense under the hand I have splayed over his chest. He slips in easily, my core wet already the instant I opened my eyes. I almost want to beat him at his own game, starting to roll my hips slowly, taking him in as deep as I can before moving back up. Waiting for him to slam me onto my back and take control.
But he never does. His hands start wandering more, his tongue getting slightly more intrusive as it slips into my mouth, interspersed now with gentle nips at my bottom lip, but his hips continue only meeting mine in gentle upward thrusts, following my lead, never altering the pace, never changing the rhythm.
The build-up is slow but overwhelming, like someone has turned the heat up in the room in steady notches, but I know it is all because of David. His arms wrapping around me, the feel of him inside me, his mouth claiming mine in a subtle kind of dominance, the combination enveloping me entirely.
It feels like for the first time, we aren’t Mistress and Sir.
Nor Ellis or Reid.
We are just Nora and David, our souls bared completely for the other to see. Honestly. Vulnerable. Bonded.
My hips speed up before my brain has realised. Pulling my lips from his, I keep my connection to him by resting my forehead against his, both of our heavy breaths mingling in the small space I’ve allowed between us.
“I’m…” I pant. “I’m… gonna cum…”
“Don’t tell me, darling,” he whispers back. “Show me.”
My mouth shudders further open, my subsequent moan low and guttural. His hand finds its way to the back of my neck, collecting my hair and fisting it there, keeping me in place as he fucks in time with me. His other hand slips between our bodies, his fingers quickly finding the already-sensitive bundle of nerves and steadily sending me to my peak.
It isn’t a fast race to my orgasm. It feels like David and I spend hours softly grinding against each other. Our orgasms surround us like clouds of bliss, euphoric, not the usual rollercoaster crash I have become so used to getting from David. But this is just as good. This somehow means more.
Taking slow, large gulps of air to settle my sizzling veins, I refocus on the room to find David is already kissing my shoulder again, running along my collarbone as his chest starts to even out beneath me.
“Never thought you’d submit to me, Mr. Reid.” I muse happily, closing my eyes and just enjoying it.
“That wasn’t me submitting, doll.” He smirks back. “I was just letting you do all the work.”
“Cheeky. Waking me up then making me do it all.” I laugh, scoffing in fake anger.
He rolls me onto my back, pulling out of me, but keeping his eyes locked on mine as his hand cradles my jaw. The light catching his eyes is making the blue of his iris shimmer, and I find I can’t look away.
“Not making. Letting. Allowing you to take what you want, anything you want.” He replies charmingly, dipping down to kiss my neck, making my head swim again. “Because I… am completely yours, Nora.”
My inhale is a struggle. He must notice, because he moves his head back to look me in the eyes.
“Too much before coffee?” He teases. I nod quickly, making him laugh, and give me a quick kiss. “I’m on it.”
He is slow to roll off of me. Slow to get out of bed. Slow to put his boxers on and leave the room.
When the door clicks closed, my chest suddenly relaxes. Now I can fucking think.
I know that David and I need to properly talk about things. I don’t feel ready for that today. But if we don’t do it now, it will just hang over the two of us, like a black cloud sucking all the air from the room.
Coffee or not, I decide that sooner is better. Waiting to talk has already caused us so many problems. I don’t want any more problems between David and me.
So I grab one of his shirts, and a clean pair of his boxers from his drawers, pulling them on and heading to the kitchen. I walk in to find his back to me, pouring coffee into two mugs.
I walk up to him, and slide my arms around his chest, resting my head on his back and just breathe for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, twisting in my grasp, putting his finger under my chin and tilting my head up to look at him.
“We need to talk.” I blurt out.
But instead of looking hurt, or shocked, like I expected him to look, he just laughs.
“You mean you need to talk? I said everything I needed to last night.” He says, twisting round to grab the mugs and passing me one. I take the mug, going to pull my other arm from his waist, when he grabs it with his free hand and holds it in place. “You don’t need to be on the other side of the room for this, Nora.”
“I didn’t… I wasn’t…” I start, but then I stop myself from talking and just sigh, stepping back into his space, and taking a sip of my coffee. “I thought we would sit down.”
“I like having you this close.” He smiles, his hand sliding up the outside of my arm and stopping at my hip.
“Okay…” I pause. “How… why did you bring me back here last night?” I have so many questions whizzing through my mind, but decide to ask that first.
“Because this is your home.” He replies simply.
“You kicked me out of it.”
“I told you last night, I should never have done that.” He pauses to sip his coffee. “Remember, when we were in the bath and–”
“Yeah! Yes, I remember!” I interrupt, feeling a warmth creep up my neck at the image he caused to resurface in my mind. “But I just… you left. Cut off contact. I thought…”
“I was trying to move on. Thought I wouldn’t get past… everything. When I heard he’d taken you, I didn’t even hesitate to come and get you. While I was driving there, I realised that I never wanted to lose you again.”
“So you just… you’re fine with everything? Everything I said, and did? Who I am?!” I argue, feeling more and more flustered at his words.
He puts his mug down behind him, both his hands coming up to my face instead, one palm hot from holding the mug, the other cooler. Bringing me slightly closer back to earth.
“Yes. Because you are the most important thing to me. And I don’t want to spend another day without you beside me.”
“Jesus, David…” I exhale. “How are you just saying these things…”
“Easy, because it’s you. I told you before that I’d never be able to let you go, and I’m done trying to fight it. I’m done trying to pretend that not having you is what I wanted just because I was angry.” He replies, moving his forehead to rest against mine. “I may not submit in the bedroom, darling, but I have completely surrendered my entire life to you. I’m in love with you, Nora Ellis.”
“Fuck.” I sigh before crashing my lips to his, hearing the splash of coffee hitting the floor from my sudden movements, and fumbling to try and put the mug on the counter before kissing him again.
His hand has just slid down to my ass, gripping it possessively, when there is a knock on the door.