Part 42 - Mango

It has been over a week since Downey bought the house but he's still not living there. There are a few more things that need to be done that are going to take a few more days but he's already started bringing his stuff there. It's a matter of days before he leaves my apartment. He's been staying here for more than 4 weeks, a whole month, but it feels like less. Time really started flying after one point. I got used to him being around all of the time but that couldn't last forever and here we are at the end of that journey.

We left the house together this afternoon for different things each. He had to go to another one of his lawyer meetings and I had to do some chores which eventually led me to spending the whole afternoon with Eve without even noticing it. I realized it was time to head back home and see if he was back already. I hadn't heard a word from him but I can imagine he's kind of lost just like after every other meeting he goes to.

Turns out I was right because when I returned home he was already there, sitting on a chair behind my office and staring at what seemed to be a pile of files. His body language screamed awkwardness and he barely even noticed me when I approached him. And I say that because he almost jumped from the seat when I placed my hands on his strong tense shoulders.

"Are you working?" I ask while massaging him.

"No, that's not work" he says and exhales deeply.

"Oh, I assumed that so many files could only be work related" I say innocently.

"It's my divorce" he says.

"Do you ever get tired of signing things for the divorce?"

"That won't be a problem after I sign this. This is the final thing" he says and a few seconds of silence follow.

I try to realize what he said. Are 4 weeks enough to have the divorce papers ready? He did say he was going to agree to every term so that it could all end faster but did he really mean this fast?

"So one last signature and you're divorced?" I ask slowly, making sure I understood clearly.

"Well, not exactly. It still needs a few details until its finalized, it shouldn't take more than a week after we file the paperwork" he explains.

My eyes get wide open with excitement but I hide it knowing well that he's also nostalgic about this. I wrap my arms around his neck from behind and rest my head against his.

"Are you signing it?" I ask silently.

"Of course I am. I just find it difficult for some reason. I mean, we've been waiting for this for so long. I don't know why I'm being a coward" he shakes his head slightly.

"It's normal, this is very important" I reassure him.

"I'm sorry, I promise I'm doing it" he says seriously and takes a deep breath.

I see him slowly reaching for a pen in front of him. His heartbeat is a little bit increased and I can feel his awkwardness still. This last signature is going to change so much.

"Take your time" I whisper and kiss his cheek softly.

He grabs one of my arms that was around his neck with his free hand and squeezes it tightly, showing me he appreciates the support I'm giving him.

"Since you'll be practically divorced after that signature we can celebrate properly" I whisper a little bit more seductively.

He immediately turns his head as much as he can to face me but he can't clearly see my face from our position. Maybe with the corner of his eye he can see the slight smirk on my lips.

"What are you talking about, Ms. Beck?" he asks with a hopeful tone.

"I promised you something, didn't I? For when you got divorced" I leave a rougher kiss on the back of his neck.

"Don't turn me on and then leave me hot and ready, I told you it won't be official just yet" he says breathing heavier.

"Your final signature is enough for me" I say and move my hands from his neck down his chest to his bulge.

"F*cking finally" he groans and quickly grabs the pen, signing the papers faster than he possibly could.

I giggle but he's not in the mood to laugh. He turns the chair around in a way so that he can face me and pulls me down on him. I'm on his lap and we're kissing roughly. We're both desperate for this. For each other. His hands are impatiently moving from my neck to my ass and back up.

"5 weeks, 5 whole weeks, Liv" he breaks the making out to speak.

"I've never lived with anyone for so long without having sex. You are going to pay for that" he continues with a dark look in his eyes.

"What will you do to me, Mr. Downey?" I ask and bite my lip.

"You said I could do anything to you after this, right?" he asks hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

"Yes" I agree moaning, my hands getting lost in his hair.

"You won't be able to walk after I'm done with you, baby" he says and pulls me in for a hot kiss.

His erection is making itself noticeable as time goes by and along with him I'm also getting more and more aroused. My hand slips between our bodies to his bulge and I grab him through his pants. He immediately groans in my mouth and I feel a wave of satisfaction knowing that tonight I'll be finally hearing a lot of that sound.

"I think you deserve a reward for all the patience you've showed" I say slowly asking more pressure with my hips and my hands around him.

"This night is starting so well" he says smiling in satisfaction.

I kiss him before leaving his lap and kneeling in front of him, between his open legs. I take my time unbuttoning his pants and with his help I lower them to his ankles. Maintaining eye contact I expose his proud erection from the inside of his boxers and watch as his eyes slowly shut as I stroke him gently a few times. I approach him with my mouth and gently lick his tip. He groans again and brings his hand to my face to stop me. His thumb is keeping my bottom lip open and his eyes seem angry and focused on mine.

"Don't tease me, darling" he orders nicely.

I nod and he takes his hand off my face to the back of my neck. I get the message from the sweet pressure he's asking and take him in my mouth. He doesn't even wait for a few seconds to pass before moaning. His hand quickly grabs a handful of my hair and makes me take him faster and deeper inside me. Considering his size and his extreme need to satisfy his long due needs I find it very hard keeping up with his tempo so I gag regularly. Thankfully he gives me a couple of spare seconds to breathe before coming back to work by sucking and licking him as fast and intense as I can.

"Right there...yes...oh God" he groans more and more breathlessly and eventually shoots his orgasm inside me.

I swallow it and take a few breaths on the floor before he decides to stand up from his seat, leaving his pants behind, and take me with him. He pushes me against a wall and kisses me with lust and passion. I know very well what those lips are capable of and I'm more than eager to taste them. He pulls me in the bedroom and with our bodies in touch with one another he throws us on the bed. He ends up on top of me and doesn't stop kissing my neck and collarbone.

"What's your safeword?" he asks suddenly.

"I don't have one, I never needed it" I reply.

I try to change our position for me to be on top of him but he pushes my hands abruptly against the bed keeping me from doing it.

"You're going to need one now" he says looking straight at me.

I get a feeling of excitement inside me from his words. Actually it's not just his words. It's also his voice that is deeper, his eyes that are darker, his ways that are rougher.

"Choose a word, dammit" he complais and pulls my skirt down.

He takes it off over my heels and then proceeds with taking them off. He kneels on the bed to take off his t-shirt and then comes back on top of me.

"Mango" I say after thinking about it for clearly half a second.

Seriously, could I even think of something worse to pick? I'm surprised he didn't start laughing hysterically. Maybe he's way too turned on for that.

He lifts my top and I help him take it off. He obviously didn't need any help taking off my bra and soon I was only in my panties and he was only in his boxers on top of me. He stretches his arm and pulls one of his ties from earlier.

"If I knew tonight was going to be the night, I'd be more prepared with handcuffs" he says and turns me around, laying on my front on the bed.

"I won't judge you" I say and gasp as I feel my hands being strongly tied together on my back.

I feel more and more excited, especially now that I'm helpless in front of him. I feel the bed getting lighter when he leaves and heavier when he returns. My guess is that he got off his boxers and now there's nothing stopping him anymore. He lifts my hips and stands on his knees behind me, his erection pocking me already. He has to keep my hips up with his hand because my hands are tied up behind my back and incapable of keeping me in place. With a fast strong movement he tears off my panties leaving me both mad and surprised.

His fingers slip through my clit easily since I'm already wet and ready for him. How could I not be? His rough side is really something else. I feel him pulling my hips back and then feel him entering me inch by inch. My heart starts beating faster, my insides start struggling to keep up with his length once again and my hands beg to be freed so that they can help with the tension. Once he's fully in he doesn't think about it twice and he thrusts back and forth inside me again.

"Oh God" I groan louder than usual.

The fact that I can't pull the sheets, nor his hair, nor scratch his back is making me take out the tension by being louder. He's increasing his rhythm by the second. He's driven by his lust. The sound of his body slamming against mine is getting more and more noisy. He's reaching so deep inside me with so much force and determination that I'm also feeling pain along with the pleasure. But that's not enough for me to hold back and stop. A few tears are forming in my eyes but they're easily covered by even faster yells of Downey's name.

"You've been so good tonight, baby" he speaks with a deep voice and slips out of me, letting my tired body fall helplessly on the bed.

I stay like that, panting, until a few seconds later he turns me around on my back again so that I can face him. He's so turned on and sweaty but I could already hear that in his groans. He lifts my legs and keeping them against his body he thrusts inside me again. He knows how to do it right. Fast. Hard. Hitting the right spots.

He leans down, towering over me and wraps his hand around my neck. It's not tight at first, to make sure I'm confortable with it. He even gives me a kiss on my lips along with it and I'm left with my eyes closed craving for more time with his lips against mine. I make a move to kiss him again but I can't reach him. He comes back to my lips, just like I wanted, but this time he bites my lower lip at the end of the kiss and pulls back.

"Just say the word if it's too much, alright?" he asks looking me in the eyes and I nod.

He continues with his same powerful rhythm and thrusts but this time his hand is slowly getting tighter and tighter around my neck. The chocking, my tied up hands, him being rougher than usual, it's all bringing feelings I've never felt before in the surface. Soon I'm not finding it so easy to breathe but it's also refreshing. The desire in his eyes is showing me how much he's enjoying this too and that's one of the many reasons I wouldn't use the safeword.

Each one of his thrusts is followed by a little groan and his eyes getting even darker. I feel tears in my eyes again and myself getting closer to the edge. I release myself while gasping for air and moments after that he pulls out of me and finishes off between my breasts. That's when his hand leaves my neck and I can finally take a deep full breath.

He's panting next to me, all sweaty and tired. I'm a mess myself, I feel so sore and drained. He finally lifts his body again and I can see the beautiful brown color back in his eyes. He brings his lips slowly to mine and then down to my neck. He follows the pattern of the print his hand left and is being soft on it. His hand then goes to my back and helps releasing my hands. I stretch them again and play with his hair before pulling him in for another slow caring kiss.

"Sorry if that was too much" he says softly.

"I loved it" I reply smiling.

"I bet you did" he smirks and looks at my body eagerly.

"Join me for a shower?" he asks.

"Only if you can carry me there" I laugh, knowing very well my feet are still weak.

"It will be my pleasure, Ms. Beck" he replies smiling and stands up.

He reaches for my hands and pulls me up in his hands bridal style. He walks us to the bathroom and we share another kiss before getting in the shower together.

A/N

There are only a few chapters left for this story so I'll be posting them daily from now on😄