Chapter 32 Keep Your Promises
Keep your promises
Oliver
She sees me.
No more hiding behind text messages.
My fingers weave into her dark locks so I can tilt her teary face up. “Soph, you’ve had me in a chokehold for months. You have no idea how hard it was to want to touch you and not be able to.”
Her bottom lip rolls between her teeth as her blue eyes flicker over me. “You can now.”
Crashing my mouth over hers, I let my hands roam over her supple body pressing to mine.
Tentatively, her palms start behind me, then get more focused, tugging at my shirt.
With a groan, I pull away. “I’m fucking filthy. Let me take a quick shower. Once I get you in that bed, I’m not letting you out.”
Her cheek rises and the first spark of mischief flashes through her gaze. “Always with the promises.” But then her lids drop into a heated stare. “Ollie, I’ve never seen you.”
“We can fix that right now.”
She squeals in laughter when I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder.
Her giggles fade when I set her on the freshly tiled floor.
“Like the shower?” I wave my hand towards the emerald colored walk-in.
“Your dad said this is what you wanted.” I let my palm travel down her hip to grip the thigh I know she shattered years ago.
“I was hoping the new tub would be here in time, but it got back-ordered. It goes here—” I point to the empty void with the taped off pipes.
“—and it’s one of those kind that you can swing the door open to step in, or climb into. ”
“You did all of this, for me?” The tremble returns to her voice. “Even after all those times I treated you like crap?”
“Sophia, I’d do anything for you.” I smooth a stray strand of hair from her temple. “And I know why you’re all bristly on the outside. It’s to protect that soft heart of yours.” Reaching behind me, I flip on the water to start getting hot, then grab the collar of my t-shirt to yank it over my head.
I hope her sharp inhale is a good thing.
Her fingers raise hesitantly, hovering over my chest.
Grabbing her hand, I press her palm to me. “Don’t ever deny the urge to touch me. I’m yours, baby.”
When I reach down to unbuckle my belt, she stops me. “Let me,” she whispers.
My breath catches as I watch her trace my stomach leaving a path of fire in her wake. She tugs on the silver edge, popping it out of the leather.
Fuck, I’ve been hard ever since she kissed me at the truck. The steam billowing around me has nothing on the heat rising between us as she undoes the button on my jeans.
“Do you know how many times I stared at that picture you sent me?” She runs her thumb over my bulging crotch, sending sparks into my loins.
I brace myself on the wall behind her as my other palm wraps her neck. “Princess, you’re getting ready to unleash the dragon,” I groan when she grips my zipper.
One tooth at a time she lowers it, until my cock springs free, straining against the thin fabric of my boxer-briefs.
“Biggie,” she exhales as she touches me for the first time. “Is a very appropriate nick-name.”
My grip around her throat tightens, tilting her against the tiled wall. “We’ll see how well you like it when I fulfill my promise.”
A sultry smile lifts her puffy lips. “Again with those.” Her fingers tighten around the engorged head of my cock, sending a tremor through my thighs.
“There’s my girl,” I murmur, then crash my mouth against hers.
Our tongues battle as the rest of our clothes fly into the corner of the room.
It’s as if all of the anticipation of the last few weeks explodes out of us into searching hands and frantic kisses.
And then the moment comes when I have her naked, slick body pressed against the cool tiles, poised at the edge of her scalding pussy, that I pause.
“Sophia—” Cupping her thigh, I hold her with my hips and panting chest. “—look me in the eye as I make you mine.”
“Oliver,” she whimpers, rolling her pelvis to rub against me. “I am yours.”
Every time before, as Biggie, I’ve rammed into her.
But now? I ease in, watching her mouth curve open and that flush of red work up her throat.
Slowly, using short strokes, I gain an inch further until our bellies meet and I’m nestled against the blossom of her womb.
To see her eyes lock on mine, feel the rake of her nails urging me in, it all becomes overwhelming.
“Soph,” I choke out as I meet her forehead with mine. “I fucking love you.”
Pulling almost all the way out of her clenching body, I thrust in, harder.
“I never want you to stop,” she moans, digging her heels into my calves.
The warm water pours over us, washing away our pasts to reveal our new lives.
Us, together as one.
I didn’t believe in fate before she opened my eyes to how true it can be.
Her breathy whine grows faster and her neck arches as her tight little pussy begins to flutter around my shaft.
My teeth find the soft skin beneath her ear. Nipping her lightly, I ram into her. “Give me your screams, princess,” I growl against her rapid pulse. “As loud as you can, I want you to come for me.”
Reaching under her, I push two slick fingers into her puckered ass while my other arm spreads her wider.
She rakes my shoulders in burning furrows as she bucks away from the tiles. With wild spasms, she clenches around me, squeezing in suffocating waves.
As she pants and writhes against me, I roll my knuckles to stretch her.
I swore I was going to claim every piece of her.
My nuts ache in protest as I withdraw from the aftershocks shivering through her begging cunt. It’s a surprise when I press the soaked tip of my cock against her ass and she tips her waist for me.
“I like that you keep your promises,” she husks.
“You were a good girl and wore that toy almost every day.” I don’t know how many nights I jacked off in this very shower after making her clench while I saw her outside.
“You made me realize how much I liked it. I wish I had known it was you…” She trails off as her muscles relax enough to let me in.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “You’re much bigger.”
A tremor races through her when I push deeper.
Fuck, she’s tight.
I’m not going to last long.
Every stroke buries deeper until her wet pussy meets my abs, sending sprays of water splashing over us with each slapping thrust.
The low moan in her throat gets louder until she’s crying out my name in an unending chant.
Stars pop behind my eyes when she locks up in a silent scream, her inner muscles clenching down so hard I can’t breathe.
She rips my release from me, wringing every drop into her needy ass.
I’m afraid to move. Resting my forehead against the wall, I pin us while my heaving lungs catch up.
When I finally slide out of her, I let her down slowly and take my time rinsing us both off.
I love watching my hand move over the lines of her body. And those murmuring sounds she makes as I cup her breasts and pull her close.
She rests against my chest, her head lolling against my shoulder while I cover her lower belly with my palms where my baby is growing within her.
“I’m glad we skipped some steps.” Kissing the top of her head, I turn off the cooling water and wrap her in a fluffy green towel.
“Me too.” Her giggle sounds sleepy as she stretches out on the mattress.
Our bed.
Peeling back the comforter, I pull her to my side where she snuggles against my shoulder.
“Oliver?” Her warm breath dances across my chest. “I’m glad it was you. I was just thinking this morning, before I even knew, that I could trust you.” She shifts to drape her knee over my thigh, and props her cheek on her palm. “It actually made me feel safer knowing you were outside. Crazy, huh?”
I’m not sure why, but that little admission sends heat into me.
“You’ll always be safe with me. You, your family, and our kids.” My thumb rubs over her knuckle as the last word sinks in.
Her blue eyes widen as she stares into the distance. “Holy shit. I almost forgot with all the—” She forms a circle with her mouth that makes my dick twitch. “—excitement.”
Then she looks down as her brows furrow. “Shit, what do you think my dad is gonna say?”
“I think he’ll be fine with it.” Until he realizes I had to fuck his daughter to get her pregnant.
Whew. This could be dicey. “Only one way to find out.”