Chapter 42 #2
“What?” I ask, breathless.
“I want you to climb up onto the porch swing. Get on your knees and look out at the view with me.”
I follow his orders, just like I have before, kneeling on the swing as he holds it steady for me. He brings his body flush with mine, and I can feel his cock brush against me as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, his right palm splayed over the front of my left shoulder, holding me close.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I stare out at the mountain view we have from this vantage point. It’s a gorgeous place, and it’s going to be all ours. “This is why you wanted to live here, isn’t it?”
“Part of it.” He bends to kiss his way down the side of my neck.
“But mostly because I know it’s the place where you can let go and escape the rest of the world.
It’s why I came here, too, that day you found me all banged up.
I figured if it was a good enough place for you to hide away, it might work for me too.
Didn’t count on you dragging me out by my collar.
” I can feel him smiling against my skin, pressing another kiss where my shoulder is exposed.
“Bishop…” I whisper, looking back at him to make sure he’s not lost too deeply in that memory.
“I’m glad you did. I don’t know that I would have risked everything otherwise. But for a chance at having you look at me like that again—like you just want to make my world a little better… Fuck, I would do anything for that.”
All the emotions of our past sweep through me.
“I don’t know what to say,” I admit. I want to say everything and nothing all at once. Tell him again how much he means to me and stay silent so we don’t break the moment.
“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to remind you how much I love you first. How you own every thought that passes through my mind and every word that crosses my lips.”
“First?”
“Before what I’m about to do,” he whispers against the shell of my ear as his hand slips down over my breast and abdomen, sliding between my thighs, his fingers slipping through the wetness he finds there.
He groans; his hips jerk forward, and I feel his hard length against my back.
“Because I’m going to fuck you like I own every inch of this body until we’re both sure I always have. ”
I lean back against his shoulder, looking at him and seeing the same obsession I feel in his eyes. One inked in black lines across his tattooed back in the reflection of the windowpane. I don’t need the proof that I’m his. I know it. But I want it all the same.
He kisses me one last time, his tongue tangling with mine and his fingers brushing gently back and forth over my clit until I’m murmuring his name like a prayer for relief with each breath he lets me take.
“Bend over and let me have my sweet little cunt. I want to make it whimper for me just like this mouth does.” He punctuates his words with a kiss and then squeezes my hip.
I do as he asks, reaching for the back of the swing to steady myself as he lines his cock up with me, taking my hip with one hand and the rope of the swing with the other. He uses them in tandem to glide into me, lodging himself deep inside until I cry out his name.
“Who owns this body?”
“Bishop.” I give him what he wants and more. “Please.”
I beg him to fuck me, rocking my hips back against the length of him until he’s coated in my wetness, and he starts to work my cunt over like a man obsessed.
The two of us use the swing to our advantage.
I reach for the balustrade, using it as leverage to rock myself back, and he pushes the rope suspended from the ceiling to move me forward with each stroke of his cock.
It’s only a couple of minutes until we’re locked in a rhythm that’s taking us both to the edge under the setting sun blazing across the cloud-swept sky.
“Give me your free hand,” he demands. I hold it out behind my back, and he spits in it, mimicking the way I did it on our wedding night. “Now work your clit for me. I want to feel your cunt shivering around my cock, begging for my come the way only my wife can.”
I do as he asks, and I’m already so wet and desperately close that it doesn’t take much until I’m crying out as my release ripples through me.
His cock slams into me with every rock of the swing as I hold on tightly for purchase, just trying not to be thrown completely over the edge.
My heart races in my chest when I finally admit the truth I’ve known for a while.
“I love you, Bishop. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he says on half a gasp before he groans his release, coming hard and spilling into me.
He slows his pace, fucking me with a rhythm that ebbs until the swing comes to a stop, and he peppers my back and shoulder with kisses. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me tight against his chest.
“Are you sure?” I know he’s asking if I’m sure I love him, wanting to know I just didn’t say it in the heat of the moment.
“More sure than I’ve ever been.”
He sweeps my hair to the side, kissing his way down my spine.
“I love you, Jones.”