“This one I bought for your next birthday,” he muttered and draped it, gem to my palm, over my still raised hand.
The tears hit my eyes.
Creed went back to pawing, found a box and tugged out another necklace.
“This one was when you turned twenty,” he whispered.
Wet slid down my cheeks.
Back to the boxes again, again, until the necklaces draped over my hand numbered fifteen.
When he was done, his hand curled around mine, palm to palm, his fingers curved around the chains and he leaned deep, his lips at my ear.
“You were gone but I had more than the tat, Sylvie. I didn’t get it then but I get it now. They never f**kin’ took you away from me.”
My breath hitched and my voice trembled as I told him, “I have the others.”
“I know.”
“They took you away from me.”
His hand squeezed mine, the pendants and chains digging into my skin.
“I’m back, baby.”
At his words and all they meant to me, nearly sixteen years of wanting just that, despairing I’d never have it, I lurched out of the couch, my free arm hooking around his neck. I barely got it positioned before I fell right back, pulling him down on me and into the couch.
Boxes went flying. His fingers scraped through the chains, gathering them. He lifted up and tossed them across our bodies toward the coffee table and he came back to me.
His mouth coming down, mine going up, we collided, lips opening, tongues out tangling. We kissed as his fingers curled into my panties at the sides. He tugged them down then tore his mouth from mine and moved away, yanking them off. His hands came to my hips, jerking them sideways, he got on his knees on the floor, pressed open my legs, his hands shoved under, fingers digging in my ass, he pulled me up as he went down and his mouth was on me.
My neck arched, my fingers slid into his hair, I pushed down as he pulled up and feasted on me.
Breathing hard, it came fast, it was going to consume me so I lifted my head and urgently whispered, “Creed.”
His head came up and he muttered, “Two seconds, Sylvie, condoms in the other room.”
I pulled myself up, my hands reaching for his fly. “Fuck it.”
“Sylvie.”
My head dipped back as I undid buttons and my eyes found his. “I need you, baby.”
He shoved my hands aside and took over for me. I tugged his jeans down over his h*ps even as he got up and put a knee into the couch. I spread my legs, he fell forward on his forearms beside me and thrust deep.
My mouth opened on a silent moan and I shoved it in his neck, my tongue coming out, tasting him there. I circled him and held tight with everything I had available to me.
“Baby, mouth.”
That was Creed. I dropped my head back, Creed’s mouth came to mine and he drove deep with his c**k and his tongue.
My arms moved from around him, found his, trailed down and pulled hard so his weight hit me.
His head came up.
I laced my fingers in his and pulled both our arms over my head, twisting our hands so mine were to the cushions.
He ground deep with his c**k and growled, “Fuck, baby.”