Bared:Dirty Cruisers MC(24)

"Honey – " she breathed out, frustration making her move restlessly but he stopped her with a gently touch.



"No, Elle. Let me."



With her hands restrained above her head there wasn't much she could to argue with him so she tried to hold herself still as he worked, finally getting the zipper undone and slowly, so slowly he inched the jeans down her legs until he could throw those as well to the floor. Honey made quick work of her bra and it took her a full minute to realize that she was completely naked and spread out underneath him.



The sudden need to be skin to skin shot through her and she arched her hips up into his, relishing his quick indrawn breath.



"You, too," she whispered against him, tugging at his grip and he reluctantly let her go. Immediately her fingers went to work, drawing his shirt up and over his head, fumbling at the button on his jeans but the trembling in her limbs and digits didn't help.



Honey took pity on her, pulling back enough to shimmy out of his jeans and boxers and they both groaned simultaneously as he helped her to lay back onto the couch, every inch of his hard, muscled body pressed against hers.



It was almost too much for Elle as he began to run feather-light kisses up and down her entire body, every part he could reach of her. He teased her, drawing her higher and higher as pleasure flooded through her hyper sensitive system, but it still wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough.



But still, he continued, teasing her, torturing her until she thought she couldn't take a second more. As his kisses landed, sweet and chaste and at the same time the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced in her entire life.



Elle's chest tightened with bittersweet emotion as her hips rolled of their own volition, begging him without words. Words that she couldn't form, that she didn't have the oxygen or focus to. All of her attention was on Honey, and the exquisite pleasure pain he was ringing from her body.



Desire swept through her, all-encompassing as he traced a path across her hip and down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She could hear him inhale and rather than embarrassment Elle felt a wave of power. She knew that he was just as much at a mercy of whatever spell had been cast between them as she was.                       
       
           



       



And then he was reaching out with his fingers, sliding them easily along the already wet inner lips of her pussy and she couldn't hold back when she moaned out his name. All thoughts were gone, wiped away by the pleasure he wrought with his hands, bringing her higher and higher. But still keeping her just out of reach, holding back just enough to keep her right on the edge.



"Please, Honey. Please," Elle said, her voice breaking as pleasure and desire wracked her, "I need you."



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I need you. The sweetest words Honey had ever heard echoed over and over in his head in time to his racing pulse and the lust sweeping through his body. Like a mantra, or a totem, he repeated them, he clung to them as he worshiped Elle's body. With his tongue and mouth and fingers he teased her, over and over he brought her to the edge, just about to come before pulling back again.



He loved the way her body moved, like silk and water beneath him. She was so beautiful that it stole his breath clear out of his lungs and he had to inhaled deep of her as his kisses trailed over her entire body. Every inch of bare skin he could reach. Nothing went untouched, unexplored. Delving into every crevice, every secret hollow, until he knew all of her, ingrained in his mind like a map.



Elle twisted and turned beneath him, begging with him, pleading with him and her words sank deep inside him, wrapping around him, healing a scar that he'd never known he carried, soothing the bitterness that he'd held within for so long. But then desire was back, riding him fiercely and he couldn't wait.



Finally, it was too much for him as well. Every moment that he'd spent teasing Elle, he'd been torturing himself at the same time, driving the fire hotter and hotter between them until he thought he was about to explode.



With a frustrated curse, he fumbled with the condom packet, finally ripping it with his teeth and rolling it on, impatience driving him forward. He needed to feel her. He needed to be inside her. Now. He couldn't wait another second, wouldn't survive with her sweet heat surrounding him.



With a grown of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever known, he grasped her hips, pulled her thighs up until they wrapped around his and he sank all the way to the hilt inside her. They both froze for a moment, Elle's eyes squeezed shut as pure ecstasy played over her features.



And then, he was lost in her, lost in the rhythm of their bodies meeting, their souls meeting over and over again until a frenzied pace caught them both on the brink. A moment later the pleasure grew so sharp he had to cry out her name a second before Elle shuddered beneath him, clawing at his back, and he followed a moment later, everything inside him shattering into a million pieces. He didn't think he'd ever be able to put them back the same again. He didn't think he wanted to.





Chapter 18


Honey felt like he was walking on clouds as he strode through the tiny, mismatched kitchen to make two cups of tea. Everywhere he looked there were reminders of Elle, her touch in every small detail. The way the porcelain tea cups all had flowers on them, but didn't match. The handmade labels affixed to bottles and jars of various sizes, all penned in her meticulous script, and all filled with spices and seasonings, all the things she used to bake with.



She was a notoriously good cook. He could attest to that fact as he inhaled deep, drawing in the sweet and spicy aroma of cinnamon rolls coming from the 1950's looking oven. It even had the speckled ceramic interior.



"Honey, can you take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven? I think they're done!" she called from the back room, the one she called the music room. She had to reschedule some of her piano lessons for first thing in the morning since so much of her time had been taken up with the farm. Honey had a feeling this particular student wouldn't mind having to wake up a little earlier once he got a taste of one those rolls.



A second after Elle's words reached him, the timer in the shape of a tomato started to beep on the counter next to the stove and he hastily quieted it. Grabbing a kitchen towel, he gingerly pulled out the hot pan, turned the oven off, and inhaled again. Heaven.



This must be what heaven feels like, he thought to himself as he looked out at the sunny morning just outside the small kitchen window that hung over the sink. This is what paradise must be.



He couldn't remember ever feeling so … happy. That was the word. That was the feeling that bubbled up like golden light, that made him want to laugh for no reason. The water in the tea kettle started to boil and he quickly poured the steaming liquid in the cups, adding extra honey for himself and juggling three still molten hot cinnamon rolls.                       
       
           



       



Honey was still juggling them all precariously as he made his way back to the music room. They were just finishing up their lesson. It was a little girl in a pink dress and long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was furiously focused on watching Elle's fingers as they swept across the keyboard of the piano, a seriousness in her expression that reminded him so much of Elle that it made his chest hurt. In that moment, it was so easy to imagine that she was their child, that this was what every morning was. Simple. Sweet. Honest and heartfelt. And most of all, good.



Whoa! Get a fucking grip, man! His inner voice chastised him and he had to shake off the fantasy. Because that was all it was. Just a fantasy. Nothing real. But maybe it could be, one day. Another voice whispered, a soft, sad voice that lived deep inside him, a voice that he'd thought had died long ago. Hope.



Honey watched her for another ten minutes, entranced, as she finished up the lesson, congratulating the girl on learning so fast and assigning a new piece for her to work on during the week before sending her on her way.



Elle started playing around on the piano, her hands playing instantly, easily, some soft happy tune that reminded him of a lullaby.



"What?" she finally asked, noticing his stare that was trained on her. He just shrugged, handing over a roll and the extra cup of tea he'd made for her.



"You really love them, don't you?"



"Who?"



"Kids," he said, tilting his head to examine her, "You really love working with kids."



"I do," Elle said simply, smiling up at him as she took a bite. His own was long gone. "I've always loved kids. I thought that maybe one day I'd be a teacher but … " she trailed off, looking down at her fingers as they trilled out a tiny melody. The sound turned sadder, more wistful, "I couldn't, not with having a panic attack every time I was around more than five people."



"But it's better now, your anxiety," Honey added when she looked at him questioningly. But then it was her turn to shrug.