9. Vian #2
In the past, I would have had no qualms taking her, but now pushing her might cost me everything. The thought of losing her a second time terrifies me. That’s the only thing I fear in my life.
Cupping her breasts, she arches her back, offering me more access. Her dress rumples at her feet, and in just her thong and sandals she looks divine, a goddess I am more than eager to get on my knees and worship.
Lowering myself to my knees, I remove her thong and unfasten the delicate straps as she holds onto my shoulder and the sink.
As I stand up, I kiss every inch of her as my hands glide up her thighs. I intend to drive this woman mad, drawing her into my bed willingly. I will erase her blurry memories of him. Even if it’s me, I refuse to share her.
Stretching out my hand to her, she takes it without hesitation, and I help her into the tub. Bubbles coat her skin, floating like incensed clouds over her mouthwatering body.
With rapt interest, she watches me undress, my clothes falling next to her dress in a pile of black fabric. My cock juts out, slapping against my belly—purple and angry at the delayed gratification.
She points at my cock, gulping. “That could be used as a weapon.”
I smirk and get behind her, ignoring my raging hard-on. I just want to feel her and make her feel safe.
She rests her head against my chest, and I caress along the valley of her breasts, her nipples poking out, inviting me to bite into those ripe cherries.
She squirms, her thighs clenching. “I feel you at my back.”
“Being hard in your presence is something we just have to deal with,” I say low, my voice sounding hoarse.
“I––” She bites her lip, seeking my gaze.
It’s written in her eyes what she wants from me, but going back and forth with her debilitates me. She needs to give me something more, so I don’t feel like a fumbling idiot messing everything up when all I want is to love her, give her pleasure.
I brush my knuckles along the valley of her breasts, causing her to suck in a breath. “What do you want, mi sol? I’m yours to do whatever you wish. Here for you till my dying breath.”
As if my words were the push of encouragement she needed, she murmurs, “I want to feel you. Inside me.”
I swear my cock jerks at the prospect alone when she blurts out, “But I don’t want to make it worse or awkward.”
My palm digs into her waist. “You feel exactly what you do to me. I will take anything you give me. Understood?”
“I’m not on the pill, and I am not ready to be a mother.”
“I’ll have the doctor come by first thing in the morning.”
“Is that okay with you?” She seeks my eyes, and the truth is at the tip of my tongue. She’s the only thing I crave. Everything I desire from life.
Gripping her chin, I place a tender kiss on her lips, whispering, “I want you to give me children when you wish to.”
“But if it were up to you?”
Hand sliding down her side, I nuzzle her neck. “I’d knock you the fuck up right this moment.”
Her face beams with a radiant smile. “Quite eager. Afraid I will disappear?”
I swallow. Hard. Yes, that’s exactly what I fucking fear.
The only thing that terrorizes my nights and haunts my days.
I want to bind her to me by any means possible, but I am also a selfish asshole who wants to enjoy our togetherness a bit more.
After years of separation, I need her, just her, even if I’d die for a piece of us running through the house.
“For that, I would have to let you go. And I won’t ever do that again.”
Her features draw into a frown, and I realize my slip.
Before her brain can compute it, I stand up, holding her hot core against my throbbing cock, and carry her into the bedroom.
Placing her down on the mattress, I lick my way up her body, teasing her center before lavishing her breasts with attention.
“Good god,” she moans, though I am not even inside her.
The power makes me feel as if I am indeed a god. Hers.
“Good husband, but you can elevate me to your god.”
I nibble along her neck to distract myself from burying myself to the hilt inside her. “Just the tip.”
“Just the tip.” Her lids flutter closed and her face falls to the side, her face a painting of desire. It’s not enough for either of us. She opens her mouth on a shaky breath. “Please, Vian…”
She sucks me so well into her fiery core, I slide a few inches inside her, getting even bigger. Satisfaction pumps through my veins and travels straight to my cock.
She has a lot more to take, so I press my thumb into her clit, getting her reacquainted with my cock inch by fucking inch.
Circling the bundle of nerves, she relaxes slightly, and I slip in another inch, maddeningly slow as if to memorize the feeling of her tight pussy gripping me, of her walls massaging me into euphoria.
Her chest heaves with a long breath. “I don’t know if I can take any more.”
I trail a finger around her nipple that contracts under my touch. “You’re inflating my ego. Sure you want that?”
Her breath hitches. “You’re inflating my pussy, it might burst any moment.”
“But you like it.” Not a question.
“I love it. Damn, I am pretty sure I shouldn’t.”
This playfulness makes me rejoice in the wonder of her. Together, we are a web of love and passion and playfulness.
I push a bit more in. “Halfway in.”
She writhes in my arms, her head thrashing from one side to the other, delirious before she bites into my neck.
“Yes, mark me while I mold this pussy to my cock.”
She welcomes my cock, sucking me deeper inside her, torturing us both in the sweetest way.
She lets out these cute whimpers mixed with moans and I bury myself to the hilt inside of her, evoking a full-body tremor. I swear my vision blackens for a moment. Fuck, she feels so damn incredible, my body constricts into a wire ball, the pleasure electrifying me.
“Good girl, taking all of me.” I wrap my hand around her throat, giving a reassuring squeeze. “I’m in. You feel so fucking good.”
“You too,” she breathes out, pupils dilating and pulse flickering.
“You take my cock so well. I’m so proud of you.”
Another shiver runs down her body. She tries to squirm, wanting me to move, but I fully intend to take it slow.
I am in no rush even if time’s sword lies suspended above my head, reminding me I am a thief.
And thieves get caught and punished, eventually.
Lucky for me, I am another breed of criminal.
Eyes glazed over, she whines, “You’re so cruel. I am so full.”
“I am. You are.”
Every time she tries to move, I tighten my grip on her until she realizes she won’t succeed.
“Please. Just one push.”
Not moving when everything in me demands to chase the high proves a challenge, every muscle in my body pulling taut. “I might pump you full of cum at the end of that one thrust. You want that? I’m barely holding up here.”
“Please, I need to feel you… Give me more,” she begs in a sweet voice, undoing me.
I don’t know which leads me to sway my mind. Her sweet plea, her disregard for consequences. Who the hell am I kidding? I live to please this woman.
Oh so slowly, I push in and out of her a few times.
“Thank you,” she moans, sounding high.
“Anything for you,” I groan, the pleasure coursing from my marrow straight into my bloodstream.
“I want to come. I need to come. More. Please, baby.”
Fuck me. I forgot how well she begs in the throes of pleasure, making me feel like the most powerful man with endless pleasure at the tip of my fingers.
Fine, she wants to play with fire, so be it. I am the fucking match, and her pussy is the gasoline, our joining a passionate dance in the flames.
I keep pushing in, staying buried for a few moments, then pull out as she undulates around me in a maddening rhythm. Digging my fingers into her flesh, I grit out, fighting a losing battle. “Stop if you don’t want me to fill up that pretty pussy with cum.”
She is too far gone, moving with me in sensual carnality––lost in pleasure.
A few more thrusts later, she comes on my cock, my name rolling out her mouth in a prayer of surrender. Squeezing me to death, I am on the verge of losing control.
“I don’t care. Fill me up,” she whispers like a sin she can’t regret.
Fisting a hand in her hair, I bite her neck, erupting inside her on a long groan. She keeps on coming, shaking in my arms like my cum is her undoing.
“Good girl, such a good girl for me,” I whisper in her ear, feeding her greedy pussy every drop of cum. “Yeah, just like that, baby, take my cum deep inside you.”
Neither of us speaks of what a pretty mess I made in her pussy as we catch our breaths.
I have no control with her.
But damn, neither does she.