Chapter 22 #2
“Con,” she said, “What if I’m not in the mood?” I arched a brow considering her hips were moving unbidden, and she was pretty much humping me right back, just the thin material of her cute little shorts and whatever panties she wore beneath in our way.
“Pro, I can keep an eye on you, and it’s much safer here. Also pro, you have your own space and I have mine.”
“Con, you can kick me out whenever you’d like, and I’m completely at the mercy of your whims and bad moods.” I could see the fear that that was just what would happen flash in her eyes and I eased myself down and kissed her gently.
“I’ll draw up a contract,” I murmured. “Would you like six months, or a year?”
“You’re serious?” she reared back, smashing her head into the pillows to look at me.
“I take care of what’s mine, Bright Eyes,” I said to her, and the look on my face was a solemn one.
“What happened to ‘just sex’ and ‘don’t get attached?’” she demanded.
“I only have one answer for that,” I said with a small grin. “You’re a witch, and you’ve bewitched me.”
She choked on a laugh, and we stared at one another for a long time. Both of us burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all.
She pulled me in and we kissed, and a joy that I thought had been long dead burst in my chest and sent sparks through my veins.
She pulled her shorts and panties down, wriggling beguilingly beneath me, and I didn’t hesitate. I folded her back knees, to chest and got myself inside her, groaning at how tight and how wet she was to take me.
“Condom!” she gasped and I pulled out.
“Shit, right! I’m sorry, I just got caught up.” I reached into the drawer and got one, and while I got it on, she got out of her clothes and we clashed, coming together like two weather systems and it was electric.
I held her tight, and moved with a purpose and a surety and was rewarded with her arms twinging around my neck, and her legs around my hips.
She forced my head to hers, her fingers tangling and gripping my hair as she kissed me fiercely, and I returned the kiss with everything that I had to give her.
I was desperately trying to hold on to my heart, but her soft hands and even softer little moans were doing a damn good job at chipping through the layer of ice around it.
What wasn’t to love about her, now that all pretenses had been stripped away?
She was beautiful, not just in looks, but in heart, mind, and soul.
Try as I might to not get sucked in, it was difficult.
Impossible even. She was tenderhearted and her touch drove me wild, her scent had me drowning in her, and the way she kissed me?
It was with a desperation borne of a need to be loved, and fuck I was trying so hard not to go down that road again for myself.
She was the first woman to ever even come close since…
fuck! Her body squeezed down on my cock and I found it hard to thrust as hard and as evenly as I had before.
She was close —so close —and I was fighting to hold off by this point.
The pleasure was a deep pool of warmth, spilling over and through me, mounting higher and higher, threatening to spill over the careful dam I’d built around my heart in this rising tide of emotion that I just couldn’t fucking ignore if I’d wanted to.
I couldn’t believe what I’d walked into last night. I’d thought she’d lived in the big house that Requiem had sent me pictures of. Not the small, falling apart shed outbuilding behind the equally crumbling and sagging garage.
I gripped twin fistfuls of her hair and pulled her head back, driving into her roughly, as my possessive nature reared its ugly head. She cried out, and dug nails into my shoulders and upper arms and I welcomed the sharp, sweet bite of them.
“Fuck, yeah, baby girl. Come for me,” I ordered her in a low growl and I smiled at the feral whining cry that emanated from her as she bucked against me, slipping one hand between us to worry at her clit to make my desire a reality.
I fucking loved watching her come apart for me, and this time was no exception.
She shuddered, crying out, her pussy rhythmically gripping and releasing me and it was all I needed.
I felt that hyper quick build and the crescendo was pure fucking magic as I throbbed, my cock jettisoning my release into the condom I wore, hot and sticky, making things unimaginably slick and I wanted that feeling to last for fucking ever, so I didn’t stop – I couldn’t, thrusting in and out of her at a slower and more sedate pace.
Dragging things out for as long as I could until we both found ourselves limp and glowing in each other’s arms.
We lingered, languishing in the afterglow of the sweet torture that was our intense morning fuck, and she asked me, her voice trembling finely with a fear of letting it out into the ether, “Would it be so terrible? To love me, and be only with me?”
I kissed her forehead and sighed, holding her close, treading carefully with my words…
“No, it’s not,” I said carefully. “It’s not at all…”
I don’t know if she caught it, what I was telling her, and she hugged me tightly and I her, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. Not yet, and I felt like the biggest fucking coward for leaving it there, vague, and vaguely impersonal at that.
She deserved better than that from me. I just wasn’t ready to do it.