HEALING THE SCARS

CHAPTER 43

DYLAN

The phone rings once. Twice. Thrice. I wake up and reach for it, but it's Penelope's phone. The clock reads eleven p.m. Why is Mabel calling this late? Penelope is still asleep beside me, her breathing slow and steady. I want to put the phone on silent and let her sleep; she can call Mabel back in the morning.

I switch on the bed lamp, setting it to a dim light. I silence her phone and crawl back into bed, pulling her closer. She stirs, opening her eyes, still heavy with sleep.

"Hey, go back to sleep," I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She kisses my cheek, her eyes searching mine.

"Is everything okay?" she asks softly.

"Yes. Everything is okay."

"The lamp is on. I thought maybe something was wrong."

"No, everything's fine. Your phone wouldn't stop ringing, so I put it on silent."

"Oh. Who was calling?"

"Just Mabel. I rejected the call. You can call her tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'll call her tomorrow," she says, snuggling closer to me. This feels... comfortable. It's a new feeling for me, considering we've never really cuddled like this before. I kiss her forehead, savoring the warmth between us.

"Sleep," I murmur, kissing her cheek. I stretch my arm to turn off the lamp, but instead of settling back down, she kisses my lips. I return the kiss, pulling her closer, deepening it.

Our intensity grows. I wrap my arm around her waist, and she winds hers around my neck. The kiss becomes harder, more urgent. My hands slide down her back, gripping her hips firmly, and she lets out a quiet moan that sends a shiver through me. I can feel myself hardening against her, and she senses it, pulling me even closer, kissing me with a hunger that matches my own. Her breath quickens.

She pushes me over slightly and climbs on top of me, straddling me. Her movements are slow, and deliberate, grinding herself against me in a way that has my control slipping. If she keeps this up, I won't last much longer. I tug at her shirt, pulling it over her head, and she doesn't resist. My hands move to her breasts, caressing them as we continue kissing, her nipples hard against my palms.

I flip us over so I'm on top, my mouth finding her breasts. I devour them with my lips, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach as I move lower, my hands still on her breasts. I let go of them as I kiss my way down her thighs. She's already wet; I can tell as I brush my fingers over her panties. She gasps, moaning softly, and I smile to myself. She's enjoying this as much as I am.

She parts her legs for me, and I slide her panties off, continuing to kiss her legs, higher and higher, until I'm between her thighs. I lick her once, slowly, taking my time, my tongue sliding through her slit to her clit, where I stop and flick it again. I'm enjoying this—torturing her. She groans in disappointment when I briefly stop, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulls my head back to her. I comply, licking her again, and she arches her body, her moans growing louder. My phone rings, but we ignore it, too lost in each other. Who the hell would be calling at this time anyway?

Penelope starts grinding herself against my mouth, her grip on my head tightening. I keep my pace gentle, knowing she's close. My phone rings a second time, and we still ignore it. Whoever is calling better have a damn good reason, because I'm on the verge of something incredible here. She cries out as her orgasm hits, and I let her ride the wave, her hips bucking against me. She collapses back on the bed, pulling me up to kiss me, tasting herself on my lips.

I'm painfully hard now. She starts to pull down my shorts, and I help her, swiftly kicking them off. As I position myself over her, she wets her hand with her saliva, then wraps it around my length, stroking me gently. My phone rings again. This is getting ridiculous. I'm more than ready to slide into her.