Chapter 9 #3
Nuzzling her folds with my nose, I bite her labia and pull her lips.
She cries out. She has a thin landing strip of hair hiding her core from me.
I use one hand to open her up and take in her beauty.
She squirms and moves across the bed, pushing her hips up to me.
Leaning down, I lick her little engorged clit, moving my tongue over it and around it before sliding down to her entrance.
I thrust my tongue into her. Her back bows off the bed, and she yells my name.
I need her to come completely before I take her.
I return to her clit and roll my tongue over it as I use two fingers on her.
She comes almost immediately, and I pull back from her.
Stripping off my jeans, I pull out the condom from my back pocket.
We’ve had the sex talk already. She’s not currently on birth control because she just stopped nursing last month.
I agreed we’d use condoms, but the image Jayden put in my mind of her pregnant almost causes me to blow my load before I get the condom rolled on.
I can see her round with my baby, proof to everyone that she’s mine.
Again, I lick through her folds and spear into her with my tongue. I nip her thigh and move up her body. Her arms come down as I take a breast into my mouth. I lace my fingers with hers and lift her hands back over her head. I’m stretched over her, holding her down at my mercy.
My cock is nestled between her lips, and I rock it back and forth over, but not entering her yet. Her head thrashes around as she begs me to fuck her.
“Sydney, look at me.” Her eyes move to mine. They’re a stormy green, and again I remember places I’ve dived that don’t look as beautiful as they do right now. “You are mine.” It’s not a question.
“Only yours, Tucker.” She gives me the words I need.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I declare, my voice roughened with need.
“Never.”
I push into her and feel her tightness as my eyes roll back in my head. Her head tips back and she moans, long and loud. I keep pushing until I’m completely seated in her body. Using my legs, I widen hers, stretching her out more. I pull out and slide back in quickly.
I continue the motion while holding her down, making her take me completely. She’s chanting my name, and I keep the pace smooth, not increasing or slowing down. I’m breaking her apart in a beautiful way. She’s all mine. What I’m not expecting is that she’s breaking me too.
Her pussy flutters around my cock. She’s perfect for me.
Fits me so good that I feel the tingle in my back.
I move both her hands into one of mine and slide my free hand down her body and between us.
Flicking her clit as I increase my pace, needing her to come before I do.
I’m moving mercilessly, building her back up again.
I rise up so I can watch as her breasts move when I slam into her harder and deeper.
Releasing her arms, I take the back of her knees in my hands, opening her up and holding her lower half down.
She reaches up and pulls my face down to hers for a deep kiss.
I kiss her, my tongue dominating her mouth as my cock dominates her body.
She throws her head back and screams as she comes.
Her body flushes a perfect shade of pink.
Her pussy locks around my cock, and I slam into her as I come so hard I think my heart stops.
When I release her legs, I wrap them around me as I turn and hold her to me, my arms locked around her body.
She nuzzles in and holds me just as tight.
I can’t think of her not being in my life.
After a moment, I release her and start to pull away, but she pulls me back.
“Don’t leave. Stay the night.”
“I need to take care of the condom.”
“Okay.” She sighs, and I pull away and head for the bathroom.
I find a washcloth after I tie off the condom and toss it.
After wetting the cloth with warm water, I walk back into the bedroom and take her in.
She’s sprawled on the bed. I check out her scars and the tattoo on her left arm of an elephant and a rhino.
I finally asked her about it a week ago.
She told me she got it after her first trek following them in the bush.
She said she knew then that her life would always involve them.
I move across the room and grip her ankle. She comes up off the bed so fast, her eyes panicked. Her body locked and ready for battle.
“Whoa, baby, it’s just me.” She still has a haunted look in her eyes, but she lies back down.
I slide the washcloth up her thigh until I reach her core, where I clean her up, taking a moment for her to calm down. I toss the cloth toward the bathroom and lie down with her.
I fall asleep with her in my arms until I hear Mari make a noise from her crib.
I slip from the bed, pull on my boxers, and head toward her room, where I rock her back to sleep.
I stand and move to put her in her bed when a bloodcurdling scream comes from the other side of the house.
I’m in motion after putting Mari down. I’m ready to battle whoever is after my woman.
Sydney is thrashing on the bed as she screams and begs that Bahati guy not to shoot her. The thought of her pleading for her life like this makes my stomach curdle.
As I move toward the bed, I say her nickname. She calms and opens her eyes, then looks at me. Terror and pain fill her beautiful eyes. They are bright, the pupils large. I pull her into my body, and she settles down as she falls back asleep.