Chapter 24
CHAPTER 24
R ockwell
My hand caresses her perfect bare ass, craving the feeling of plunging deep inside her tight, velvety warmth. Her backside entrance is a delicate rose, blooming and beckoning me to enter, to stretch and conquer every inch of her. My desire burns within me as I prepare to claim this last part of her, making her fully mine.
Gently turning her over onto her belly, her cheek resting on the pillow, I smooth my hand over her beautiful ass, admiring how the moonlight that streams through the window lights her skin.
I can’t resist running my fingers over the soft curve of her buttocks, feeling the heat and silkiness of her skin under my touch. I lean down to kiss her backside, starting at the base of her spine and working my way slowly down.
She moans softly as I press kisses and nips along her flesh, my tongue flicking out to taste her. My hand trails down to the cleft between her cheeks, teasing at the entrance of her tight ring of muscles.
I spread her legs further to get a better look at what is mine. Her ass looks like a pretty rosebud, ready to invite me in and stretch to welcome me. My cock throbs with desire at the thought of burying myself inside her tight ass.
I’ll take my time, to savor every moment.
I trace patterns over her skin with my fingertips as I continue kissing and licking my way down to where she needs me most. I dart my tongue inside her warm, wet sex. She writhes beneath me with a moan, eager for more but also enjoying the slow build-up.
I’ve got lube hidden away, ready for this moment. I quickly fill my palm with the cool jelly, coating my cock with the slippery stuff as I stroke it.
“I need you. Now.” I position myself behind her, rubbing my cock against the slick folds of her pussy before pressing it against the tight muscles of her asshole. Slowly, holding her hips to guide myself, I press, push, fighting with the ring of muscles until the head of my cock squeezes inside.
The feeling of her surrounding my cock overwhelms me. A deep, guttural moan rises up from my belly. “My god. You feel amazing. Your ass is a work of art.”
Finally, having gained some purchase, I thrust harder, pushing my way inside her. She gives a gasp, then a low moan. Her muscles stretch, welcoming my cock all the way inside her ass.
Rubbing her lower back, I whisper to her, “You’re doing so well, baby. You feel so good.”
Clutching the sheets in her fingers, she gasps as I fill her completely, moaning in pleasure as I enter her. She’s so tight and warm and wet. “You feel amazing. So tight, so ready for me. We’re so good together.” I begin to move within her. Her walls clench around me, her body loosening now that I’m inside her.
She pushes her ass back against me as she matches my rhythm. Her moans grow louder with each thrust. “Oh… that feels… good. It’s so deep. I feel so… full.”
“That’s so good, baby. You’re doing so well.” I gather the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging lightly.
I’m lost in sensation—the warmth and tightness of her body surrounding mine, our bodies moving together. Primal. Raw. Utterly intoxicating. I start to feel the climax tightening in my core, my balls rising as the tension builds.
She’s crying out, her body clenching as she starts to hit her own peak. So close to coming, our movements become more urgent and desperate.
I reach around, fingering her wet clit, rubbing her off to bring her orgasm on that much more powerfully. I keep up the pace, never breaking our rhythm as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans grow more frantic, and I know that soon, she’ll be begging me to take her over the edge.
She cries out, “God, don’t stop, Rockwell, don’t stop!”
I rub circles around her clit, my rhythm matching that of our arching bodies.
As I thrust deeper into her tight ass, my fingers pleasuring her clit, my body feels one with hers.
Her moans fill the room as she trembles beneath me. My pace quickens, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, creating a rhythm of flesh and desire. I feel the heat building within her, the tension tightening her body in anticipation of the release.
I grab her hip with one hand, pulling her back against me, hard, as I come. “God! That feels amazing.” I give a growl, the cum bursting from my cock, filling her ass. I give another good thrust, making her call my name.
And then, with one final jerk of my hips, we both cry out.
As I collapse against her, our damp skin mingles as I cradle her body against me, a little spoon to my big one. I smooth her hair back, murmuring into the nape of her neck as I inhale the magical scent I’ve come to know as hers and hers alone.
“That was incredible. You’re so sexy. You feel so good.” I drop a line of soft kisses down the back of her bare shoulder. “So beautiful, and all mine.”
“Yours for now,” she whispers against her pillow, falling asleep.
My hand stops stroking her hair as I wonder what she means by that last comment. But she’s falling asleep now and I don’t want to ask, don’t want to disturb her as her breaths come heavier and even.
She’s so peaceful as she drifts off.
But her words leave me with a heavy sense of dread in my chest. My muscles, still flowing with euphoria from the orgasm, begin to tighten, tension settling in my shoulders.
Yours for now…
What does that mean? Does she have other plans for her life, ones that don’t include me? Am I a pit stop, somewhere to land to get over her breakup, a shield of protection from her ex, only to be discarded once she’s safe?
I am older than her…
A father figure to save the day.
But not someone she can see herself with long-term.
As these worried thoughts spin through my mind, she takes this moment to settle back further against me, her ass nestling against my cock, her hands curling beneath her cheek as she snuggles down deeper.
She feels safe with me, safe in my arms.
She seems to be gaining confidence and happiness working with me, at my office, an employee of my business.
She hasn’t even asked me if or when it will be safe for her to go home.
My little secret? Her ex has been taken care of. That’s the other thing Eli told me on the phone. The night he called the front desk. He told me that the man had been found, has no interest in contacting her again, and a few broken ribs later, he magically found enough cash in his apartment to pay back her savings.
With interest.
She could have gone home then, that night at the Mark Hotel.
Or, I could have told her the coast was clear when I told her about her dad.
But I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want to let her go.
I was starting to think of her in more permanent terms. I would never have brought her here, to the family yacht, if I wasn’t. I’ve been daydreaming. Of us working together, pulling her into larger projects, maybe even having her shadow Claudia. Of us moving into my bedroom together.
And now she says…
Yours for now?
Old hurt creeps up, reminding me that even when I though a woman was mine forever, that we were going to say vows to one another to make our bond everlasting, it turned out she was only mine for a short time.
Until she decided she didn’t want to be mine anymore.
If she’s thinking the same thing.
If she’s going to just be gone one day.
Then I need to end this thing soon, first, before she can hurt me.
When we wake, sunlight streaming through the windows, she looks so peaceful that I have to lean down to kiss her cheek. Even if it’s for the last time. A slow smile stretches across her face as she feels my lips brush against her skin.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, stretching her arms. “Is it already morning?”
“Yes. Ready for a shower?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Ignoring my worry, I live in the moment, scooping her up into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck with a giggle as I carry her into the big bathroom. I set her down on her feet, going in for a kiss.
But she pulls away.
I study her face to see why, what is wrong, but she looks away. The color slowly seems to be draining from her face, the healthy pink in her cheeks replaced by pallor.
Pressing a hand against my chest, her eyes lower further, looking at the floor.
Can she not even stand to look at me anymore?
“Is everything okay?” I ask, unable to keep the chill from my voice.
She shakes her head. “Umm… would you mind if I took a few minutes to myself?”
Maybe she wants privacy to wash after last night. I tell myself to stop worrying but I can’t. “Of course.”
She’s grabbing a towel, wrapping it tightly around her body like she needs to hide her nakedness from me. She sinks down onto the closed lid of the toilet, still unable to look at me.
“You’re still mine, right?” I ask.
But the smile she gives me looks forced, like she’s trying to make me happy, but not actually feeling the joy. Finally, she says, “Of course.”
“Mine for now, right?” I murmur to myself.
But everything has changed between us. Those words that slipped from her semi-conscious mind will not go away. I can’t pretend I didn’t hear them. I can’t make her unsay them.
As I close the door to the bathroom, it feels like I’m closing the door on us.