Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
EROS
Bonte’s smile is sexy and teasing. She teases me about my own when it’s hers that chips away at the hard edge of the man I have always been, but with her, I’m different.
My girl has managed to reach right into my chest, those delicate fingers of hers wrapping around my heart, forcing it to beat only for her.
In such a short time, she has managed to take over my whole world. Before her, I was all work and no play. Well, not all no play. I did enjoy my time in the hole every now and then.
Who knew in such a dark, empty place I’d find her? A girl who has a darkness of her own but still manages to hold a candle to give off light. It could so easily be blown out, but I won’t allow that to happen.
“Bonte.” I cup her face, brushing my thumb back and forth to stroke her cheek. “You know what you’re asking for?”
I want to make sure we’re both real clear at what she’s getting at.
I’m hanging on by a thread. It’s been one of the hardest challenges of my life to keep my dick in check around her when often all I can think about is stuffing her full of it.
Since the moment I laid eyes on her, I’ve wanted to claim her in all ways.
My girl is right. I am a Neanderthal with all the thoughts I’ve had of rutting on top of her and a million other filthy things.
It’s almost maddening how excessive my thoughts have been.
Is this what men feel all the time and why they are consistently on the search to get their dicks wet?
I might understand that now, but I only want one to wet mine.
She reaches between us, pulling my shirt she’s wearing off and tossing it to the floor, leaving her only in a pair of panties.
“I want you, Eros. You told me you loved me, so now show me.”
That’s all the confirmation I need. I’m not going to give her a reason to change her mind. My hellcat would make it real fucking clear if she didn’t want me inside of her. I shift, taking her with me, pinning her underneath me.
“I kinda love when you manhandle me.” Bonte licks her lips.
“Good, because I’m not going to stop,” I tell her before taking her mouth. I get off on manhandling her too.
Bonte is so damn small compared to me. With her shiny black hair, bright blue eyes, and ivory skin that is softer than anything I have ever touched before, she could be a little doll.
“Never stop,” she says when I break the kiss, her voice breathy and filled with lust.
I won't stop. I couldn't if I tried. I'll have to be dead and buried. No, fuck that. They better cremate my ass because I'll crawl my way out of the grave and right back to her.
“I think you need a refresh.” I latch my mouth to her neck and suck. She moans, bucking her hips. There is nothing I love more than seeing my mark on her pretty skin.
“You’re a weirdo, always marking me,” she says as she tries to rub her pussy against me. If I am, that makes her one too, since it turns her the fuck on.
My cock throbs, trapped in my pants. Her rubbing her pussy against it isn’t helping. I could easily slip her panties to the side, undo my jeans, and push right inside of her. I won’t do that, not this time. I want to try to take our first time slowly.
I cup one of her breasts as I keep kissing down her body. Bonte’s tits fit perfectly in my hands. Every time I hold one, I tell myself that her body was made only for me. It’s why I had such a visceral reaction to her. Everything my girl did worked for me in every way.
My mouth worships her nipple. Bonte lets out little moans, her body so responsive as I give her other pretty nipple the same attention.
“Eros,” she moans, trying to buck her hips more. I’m so engrossed in sucking and licking her nipples that I have to force myself to release them so I can descend farther.
When I get my mouth on her pussy, I know those moans will grow louder for me. I sit up, tossing my shirt away before hooking my fingers into her panties, pulling them down her legs as I slip off the bed myself to shed the rest of my clothes.
I stand at the end of the bed merely taking her in. My eyes linger on her hips, thinking about gripping them when I slam into her. I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking myself a few times. Take it slow, I keep reminding myself, but her being laid out for my taking isn’t helping me.
“Spread them more for me,” I order her.
Bonte’s cheeks are already flushed but grow pinker at my request. “Bring your heels up to your ass.” I have seen every inch of her already. Washed her more than a few times in the shower, but this is different.
I want her spread out, offering herself to me. “Eros.” Her tongue comes out, swiping across her bottom lip.
“You can be shy, Hellcat, but you’ll still do it,” I tell her.
“Go on, show me what you saved just for me.” My cock jerks in my hand when she starts to slide her heels up to her ass, then she fucking drops them wide open like a butterfly, presenting me her perfect bare little pussy that is already glistening for me, ready to be eaten.
That is why she’s my hellcat. I think I’m pushing her to the edge, and she goes and jumps right over. I groan, falling onto her.
"So beautiful," I say before my whole mouth covers her pussy. In this, I'm not slow and gentle. I can't; I'm too hungry for her, and I know that's the way she likes it. She wants me ravenous for her. Her fingers sink into my hair.
I could never get enough of her. It doesn’t matter how many times I explore her body; I want to do it over and over again. I push one finger into her and then another. I close my eyes, fighting not to cum as her tight little pussy taunts me with how this will feel when she’s wrapped around my cock.
I hear Bonte cry out my name, her hips bucking, her sweet cream filling my mouth.
I drink it down, every fucking drop of it, unwilling to let any of it go to waste.
I can feel her legs shaking, and she tries to pull back, her clit sensitive after her orgasm, but I reach up and span my hand across her belly, pushing her back down, holding her in place as I keep going.
My girl gets off when I take control, trusting me to know exactly what her body needs.
She gives a tug on my hair, but I don’t give a shit. Bonte could pull it out for all I care. I’m not relenting. Not until I get another orgasm from her. I am hungry for it, but I also know it will soften her pussy more for me and relax her body.
My name starts to pour past her lips on repeat, and I know she is close again. I latch on to her clit, my tongue firmly flicking back and forth as I suck.
Bonte’s whole body locks up, her knees trying to slam shut, but my broad shoulders stop that from happening. I give another long, hard suck before I release it, quickly moving up her body as the orgasm still courses through her.
I claim her mouth as I guide the head of my cock to her opening. I lift my mouth to stare down at her. Bonte's eyes flutter open. Her whole face goes soft, and she gives me a sweet smile.
"I love you," she tells me again for the second time. This one is intimate, showing across her expressive face, not hiding anything from me. Emotions clog my throat, ones I've never experienced before.
I thought my family was a little crazy with how they believed the Marinos crashed hard and fast when they found the person they’d spend their lives with, but I get it now. Like really fucking get it. I would bet my life that I could feel Bonte’s and my soul linking together and locking.
“I love you, too,” I tell her and push forward and through the barrier. It doesn’t resist me, letting me sink fully into her. Bonte’s breath hitches, her lips parting. I drop my forehead to hers, closing my eyes. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“More than okay.” Her fingers trail up my back.
I grit my teeth trying to get it together before this is over, before it begins, but she’s so damn tight, her warmth engulfing all of me.
To prove her point, my hellcat wraps her legs around me.
I open my eyes to see a wicked smile on her lips now. That’s my girl. “I’m now always yours.”
“Now?” That has me pushing up on my hands to hover over her, pulling my cock out and thrusting right back in. “You’ve always been mine.”
“Yes,” she moans. I drop back, kneeling as I hold her thighs and start to pump, watching my cock go in and out of her. Her pussy strains to take me, but she does. Streaks of pink coat my cock. The sight has all my resolve disintegrating.
“Look how well your little body takes me, Bonte.” She lets out a sexy whimper. Her breasts bounce with each thrust. “Grab the headboard,” I order, and she does without hesitation, her delicate fingers locking around the bars. Now she really is spread out for me. All mine for the taking.
I come back down over her, bracing my hand next to her head, the other slipping between us, my fingers finding her clit. I’m not going to last much longer. It’s a miracle I have lasted this long. I only managed it because I refuse to not have her come with me.
I circle her clit, pressing firmly on it. It doesn’t take much. Bonte's back arches off the bed as she cries out my name, her pussy locking around my cock like a vise. I fist the bedding as I come. The orgasm burns through my veins as I release inside of her.
I thrust one more time, harder, digging my knees into the mattress as a groan rips from me. My body fucking gives out, and I collapse on top of her. I make sure to not give her all my weight, but she is thoroughly pinned under me. Our heavy breathing fills the room.
Never in my life have I ever felt this sated and content. A restlessness I didn’t know I had inside of me finally settled. I swear to all the gods, as Bonte’s fingers stroke up and down my back, it’s her doing it.
That darkness I know that lives inside of me is fully under her control, just like the rest of me. It should freak me out, but it doesn't. I kiss her neck. She'll never be free of me.