She lifted her chin. “You think you know everything about me.”
He smiled a little. “I do know everything about you.” He walked closer still and put a hand under her chin. “You’re my soul mate. You’re my everything—more important to me than anything else in this world. You, Nicole.”
She wanted to cry now. She wanted to hit something. She broke down in tears, literally sinking to the floor. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way,” she said. She could barely understand herself, talking through all of these tears.
Red was holding her now, cradling her on the floor of their bedroom. She was a limp rag doll in his arms. “I know,” he whispered. “I hurt too.”
“I’m sorry I’m so weak.”
“You’re the strongest person I know, Nicole.”
She pressed her face into his chest. “I’m sorry I scratched your face. It was an accident.”
“It’s okay.”
“Nothing feels okay right now.”
“I know. I know. But it is.” He rocked her slowly back and forth and stroked her hair and she cried and cried some more until there were no tears left inside. Of course, she knew there were more tears. She’d felt cried out plenty of times in the last few days but there were always more.
She wiped them away with the back of her hand and sniffled, sitting up. “I don’t deserve you. You’re perfect and amazing.”
Red just laughed. “Stop talking shit.”
She grinned back at him, maybe the first real smile she’d had in days. “You know I don’t have a thing for Chef Roland.”
“I didn’t think so.” His smile faded and he became more serious. “I never want to say things just to hurt each other, though. We need to be better than that.”
Nicole nodded. “Agreed. That was a low blow. I feel like I’ve gone a little bit crazy lately.”
“We all go crazy sometimes. But remember I love you with all of my heart and I’m on your side. We both lost our baby.”
“I just want to go back to how it was.”
And then Red was kissing her on the lips, and she was responding. Her entire body was responding to him. His hands caressed her bare thighs, up her stomach, fondling her breasts.
His tongue pressed into her mouth, searching.
Nicole arched her hips into him. She was without panties and slick with desire. Red’s lips moved from her mouth to her neck, and then down to her breasts as his hand cupped her bare pussy.
She arched into him again, moving herself back and forth on his hand. He gently slid a finger into her. She cried out with relief.
Yes. This is what I need.
His finger withdrew and then she rocked her hips into him again and the finger plunged inside of her moist hole, pushing through her folds.
His tongue licked her nipples through her lacy bra as his finger continued to plunge and retreat, plunge and retreat in time with Nicole’s hip movement.
Her entire entrance was slick with her own juices and ready for his manhood. But Nicole knew that as badly as she wanted him right now, he would take his time the way he always had.
This drove her slightly mad, but now it was in a good way.
She smiled as his hand worked its magic on her. “Oh, God. I want to come so badly.”
“Don’t do that,” he rasped. “Don’t come until I tell you to come.”
“But it feels so good.” Her hips pounded against his strong hand as his finger rhythmically slapped her clitoris and entered her.
“You’ve been a very bad girl and you need to start listening again,” he warned.
“Yes, I want to be good. I want to listen.”
“Then don’t come until I say so.”
“But I’m so close.” Her breath was coming in gasps as bursts of electric heat spun up from her hips and into her stomach and breasts.
He kissed her neck again. His other hand massaged her breasts and slowly pulled them free from her bra. Now her nipples poked out into the cool air. Red began sucking them as his finger worked her delicate lower space.
Nicole’s legs shook as they always did when she was getting close to release.
Her breasts were so tender, so sensitive, and his tongue and lips were making the nipples moist and erect.
“I can’t…I can’t take it,” she cried.
Red slid down, kissing her belly, and then down past that to where she was waiting, wet and open for him. Between her legs, he licked and sucked.
Her clitoris was so swollen with desire that his tongue easily found it, flicking it over and over again.
Nicole screamed now, the cords in her neck stood out.
“Please, tell me I can come,” she said. She was sweating. “Please, Red. Please.”
But he wouldn’t give her permission. He was enjoying her torture. His lips sucked her folds, and then his tongue worked its way inside her. Now Red’s hands held her hips and pulled her body closer to him as he continued his exquisite torture.