Chapter 12
12
Travis
T hat word is an attack on my offensive line, weakening my stance. That’s not the reason I came here tonight. I didn’t do all this to get into her pants. But after what she just told me, I want her more than ever. She just shared her secrets, pulled back the curtain to let me in, and now it’s time to make sure she knows that nothing she just told me scares me.
I brush my fingers over her pretty pink cheeks, studying her eyes, making sure this is what she truly wants.
“Are you sure, baby?”
She nuzzles against my hand, seeking more of my touch.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
I lean forward, wrapping her thighs around my waist, and lift her from the sofa. I carry her over to her bed, laying her down. The rose petals I’d placed on her pillow in the shape of a heart were only meant to make her smile, but they’re the perfect silhouette for her pretty head. I sit back, memorizing every detail of this moment. Feeling a thump in the left side of my chest.
“I love you, Sophie.” The words come out. Probably way too soon. But I can’t hold them in anymore. “I probably should’ve waited until our tenth date to tell you that, but I don’t want to hold back with you.” It may be crazy, but it’s like that old adage~ when you know, you know. And I know she’s the one.
“I love you, too, Travis.”
I reach forward, pulling her to me, sealing my mouth to hers. Infusing my soul with the rush of her words. I’m in love with this girl. And I want everything with her.
I trail my fingers down her neck. Following the line of her curves. Slowly making my way down to the hem of her shirt. I peel it up over her stomach, pulling away from her lips as her arms raise in the air to let me slip it over her head. Her eyes are burning heavy, twinkling with the same need that’s coursing through my veins. I let my eyes drop to her chest, gazing over her plump mounds, and she rocks with a shiver under my heated stare. The two peaks in the center tighten through her bra. I reach out and rub my thumb over the pebbled outline, circling the tight little bud, watching as her lungs draw in on a gasp. She’s so sensitive. So hungry for every touch.
I keep exploring, running my fingers lower. Over and around her belly button. Lower to the waist of her pants. I work to remove her leggings. Shifting back to slide them off her legs. The spot between her thighs is soaked. Her wet panties clinging to her skin, molding over her plump folds. My cock responds in kind, making its own mess inside my briefs. I lean forward, licking over the satin, needing to taste her sweetness on my tongue. Every inch of her is swollen and sensitive, and oh so sweet. I wrap my lips over her clit, and she nearly bends back as the heat rocks through her. She’s ready for more.
I unlatch my suction, shifting back. It’s time to rid her of the rest of her clothes. I slide her panties down her thighs, watching as her little tuft of curls comes poking out, waiting for her pink little nub to reveal itself next. It’s already so full of need. Eager for her release. I toss her underwear aside then lean forward to unclasp her bra. The dark pink shade of her nipples is such a contradiction against her ivory skin. It’s my new favorite color. She’s a true piece of art. A masterpiece of sexual perfection. And now I get to make her mine.
“You’re so beautiful, Sophie.” I hover over her, staring down into her eyes. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Kiss me, Travis.”
I lower my head, kissing her until her lips are swollen, her body growing restless beneath my frame, then I start my descent. Kissing and nibbling over every inch of her lush body. Her neckline. Her collarbone. Her stomach. Across her pelvic bone. Circling her clit. Licking down the seam of her folds. Dipping my tongue right into her heat and stealing a taste of her honey.
“Travis.”
I know what she needs. Her body is desperate for it. So, I begin my pursuit. Teasing her open with my tongue, fucking my way into her until she’s nice and ready for me. Her walls start to contract, and I slip away, working my way back up her body again. This time, I want her coming on my cock. Then after I’m done claiming what’s mine, I’ll have her riding my tongue, rubbing her clit against my lips. Giving me another.
“You have to tell me if it hurts, babe.” I spread her thighs wide, positioning myself at the helm of her perfection. “If you need me to stop, I’ll pull out.”
Her answering “please” has me lining up with her entrance, slowly pushing forward, studying her face for any signs of pain as I breach her opening with the crown of my cock. She lets out a moan, arching into my touch, so I slide in further. Stretching her slick walls. Slipping through her warm, wet heat which is squeezing me like a glove. She’s taking me so perfectly. Unhindered by my size.
“I won’t break, Travis.” My eyes snap up to hers, and the desperation is strained on her face; the thirst for more burning dark in her eyes. “You don’t have to be gentle.”
I’m not just going slow for her sake. I’m afraid that as soon as I start pumping my hips, I’ll come. And I’m not ready for this to be over. I want this moment to last. I want it to outstretch the painful memory from her past and to show her what true love making is like. It’s not just about sex; it’s about the connection.
“I just don’t want to come yet, babe. You feel too good. Just give me a moment to breathe.”
She thrusts up against me, ignoring my comment, her stare locked on. It’s like a challenge. Torturing me with her sweet cunt, forcing me to give into the feelings. I brace myself for the ride, letting her take the lead. She shifts up, her hands wrapping around my neck then her hips start rocking. Up and down she rubs her little pussy over my cock. It’s almost too much. My body is losing its stronghold against her attack. My thighs practically shaking as I fight to keep the orgasm from breaking through. I can feel the sweat over my skin. The pressure building in my gut. I need her to come. I won’t let go until she does.
I reach between us, pressing my thumb to her clit. Rubbing it in time with her rocking hips. Her head falls back, and I feel her walls constrict around my shaft. It’s the permission I was waiting for. My cock pumps forward, quick hard thrusts, grinding down to give her more, and her body takes it. Pulling me right into her storm. Shattering me into a million pieces and then putting me back together. My mind is racing as emotions plunder through. Pleasure, love, obsession, lust, and an incessant need to protect my precious girl. A need to avenge all the wrongs which were done to her.
I’m never going to let anyone hurt her again. And I’m going to make sure that everything that fucker did fades in her mind. I’ll replace every memory with love and prove that I’m worthy of her trust.
I shift to the side, pulling her into my chest, hugging her close. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Better than okay.” She breathes. “That was amazing.”
My pride takes a bow, aiming to please, but she hasn’t seen anything yet. Once her nerves have settled and she’s gotten past any fears, I’ll show her exactly how amazing sex can be.
“ You’re amazing.” I kiss her nose.
Her finger comes out and flicks my arm, and I’m struck by the little sting. “Ow, what was that for?”
“I just needed to make sure I’m not dreaming.”
I grab her neck, pulling her right to my mouth. Kissing her deep. “You’re not dreaming, babe. But if you flick me again, I’m going to turn you over and give you a spanking.”
Her eyes are big now, but judging by the blush forming in her cheeks, I don’t think she despises the idea. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be craving it.
“You hungry, babe?”
“Starved.”
It’s time to feed my girl dinner so I can have my dessert.