Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
WARRICK
For the hundredth time since her breathing evened and she fell asleep in my arms, I look down at the naked beauty lying on my chest. Verity is mine. She wants me. She needs me. She’s mine, and I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy, but I am.
I’m not dumb. I know this is still new and unpredictable, but she gave herself to me, and I’ll never give her back.
I don’t know anything about her history, but from the way she reacts, it’s clear that no one has ever taken care of her.
I see it in the confusion on her face when I do something so basic it feels instinctive, yet to her is a much bigger deal.
It might take a lifetime together, but eventually I want her to expect the world from me.
I want her to assume that my entire purpose in life is to make her happy, because it is.
Keeping her safe. Taking care of her. Cooking for her.
Bathing her. Comforting her. Entertaining her and fucking her until she’s swimming in so much of my cum, she can barely breathe. That’s my job now.
Every time she takes my hand or does as I ask. Every time she sits beside me while we eat and trusts me to keep her safe while she sleeps, she’s gifting me her, and I won’t ever take that gift for granted.
When I left her here two days ago, I wanted her to be here when I got home. I called and texted and communicated with her as much as I could, but a part of me worried that she’d run, and I’d find our home empty and cold.
Seeing her sleepy and rumpled in our bed when I opened the door was the greatest moment of my life so far. Hearing her tell me she wanted and needed me filled me with a purpose I had no idea I was craving, and pushing my dick into her wet and willing body felt like finally coming home.
She’s mine now, and while I want to gorge myself on her, I want to savor her too.
I want to drag out every moment with her so it lasts forever.
Pushing inside of her body was a revelation.
It’s been a while since I fucked a woman.
It’s been decades since I was inside a woman bare.
But being inside Verity without a condom was literally life-changing.
I know that risking a pregnancy is an asshole thing to do, but honestly, if she’s growing our baby right now, I’ll never consider it a bad thing or a mistake.
Using condoms isn’t an option now that I’ve felt her without one, and while I want to pamper her like a princess and give her everything she wants, this is a line I’m not willing to bend on.
My dick twitches as an image of her parting her lips and showing me her mouth full of my cum fills my head. The fantasy is almost as exciting as the thought of pulling her ass cheeks apart and watching her asshole drip with my release.
Call me a caveman, call me a Neanderthal. I don’t care. I’m going to use all of her holes and leave her dripping every single time.
Stirring, she makes a soft sniffling noise, seconds before her eyes blink open and her gaze moves around the room, before she tips her head back and her eyes lock on mine.
“Hi,” she says, heat making her cheeks start to pinken.
“Good sleep?”
She nods. “I can’t believe I took a nap after sleeping all night too. Being here is making me lazy.”
Chuckling to myself, I smile. “Being lazy would be good for you, amore mio.”
“Being lazy isn’t ever a good thing,” she protests.
“For you it is. I want you lazy and pampered.”
“Like a cat?” she squeaks.
“No, not like a cat, although maybe seeing you stretched out naked on a cushion could be fun.” I smile, laughing softly. “You just deserve to be taken care of and spoiled.”
“I need a job.”
“No, amore mio, you need to rest.”
“If I spend any more time resting, I’ll forget how to do anything else.”
“That sounds perfect.”
Shaking her head, she dismisses my words, and I don’t push. She’ll eventually learn what her life is going to be, without me having to force her to accept that she doesn’t need a job anymore. I can and will give her anything she needs from now on.
“What did you plan to do today?” she asks.
“You,” I say, smirking.
“Me…” She tries to speak, but the brief moment of confidence fades and her words dry up.
“Yes, amore mio. The only plans I had for today was to devour you over and over again until you’re a limp pussycat dripping my cum onto your bejeweled pillow.”
Her eyes widen, then go hooded.
“Oh, you like that idea. You need to be fucked to the point of exhaustion, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, amore mio. I’ll give you everything you need and more.”
Cradling her jaw in my hand, I lean down and taste her lips, teasing her with a hint of intensity before I pull back, leaving her straining toward me and silently begging for more.
Once she relaxes, I kiss her again, not giving her what she needs until she relents.
Over and over, I kiss her until her lips are pink and swollen.
Peppering a path down her body, I suck on her nipples while my fingers explore between her thighs, avoiding her clit and her entrance until her hips start to grind with their own rhythm, trying to direct me where she wants me.
Smiling against her breasts, I drag my teeth along her peak, letting it fall free from my mouth with a pop.
Nipping bites over her too concave stomach and protruding hips, I stop at the top of her mound, wondering for the first time why she’s completely bare down here, the skin smooth without a hint of hair.
“No hair?” I ask, dragging soft kisses down toward her sex.
“Laser hair removal. Heather said it sold the young virgin image better,” she pants.
Fierce anger pulses through me at the thought of men paying to watch her take her clothes off.
But I refuse to shame her for doing what she needed to to survive.
Her path in life led her to me, and it doesn’t matter how she lived before I found her because our new life together is the most important thing now.
Running my tongue through her folds, I push it into her body and taste a hint of coppery blood.
The reminder that she was a virgin only a few hours ago makes arousal pulse into my cock.
I want her again, but at the way she stiffens with just the intrusion of my tongue, I know there’s no way my dick is going inside of her again yet.
Sliding my tongue out of her, I keep going down until I find her tight ring of muscle. I run my tongue over it, and she jerks, then tenses, her butt cheeks tightening so firmly I can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up my throat.
“Relax, amore mio. I promise you’ll like it if you relax.”
“What if I don’t want to relax? What if I don’t want…that?”
“You do. You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?” I coerce.
“Yes, but…”
“That’s what I’m doing. I’m making you feel good.
I’m giving you what you need. I’m going to make you come so hard, then I’m going to play with this tight little hole until we need to change the sheets again because your cunt will be dripping with desperation.
Then once you’re a wrung-out mess, you’re going to give me another first, aren’t you, Verity?
Because they’re mine and you need me to have them, don’t you? ”
“I don’t…” Her voice trails off, because truthfully, she probably doesn’t want to give me this, but she knows that I want it, and that I plan to take it.
“If you’re nervous, you can give me a different first instead. It won’t make you feel as good, but I bet you’ll still be dripping by the time you’re done.”
“What first?” she questions, looking down her body to where I’m lying between her thighs, my finger gently toying with her ass.
“That sexy little mouth.”
“I,” she falters, indecision etched across her face.
“Tell me what you need, Verity.”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to admit it. I’ll give you whichever one you want, as soon as you decide.”
“I…”
“Which first do you need me to take?” I push.
“My…mouth,” she finally blurts.
“Whatever you need, amore mio.” Rolling off the bed, I stand beside the mattress and fist my cock, watching as her gaze dips to stare, while I slowly slide my hand up and down my length.
I’m not a small man. I’m big everywhere, but I’m not so big that she won’t be able to do this. “Come and take what you need, Verity.”
Slowly turning onto all fours, she shuffles across the mattress until she’s sitting in front of me, her throat moving as she swallows thickly.
“I don’t. I’ve never.”
“I know, amore mio. Nothing you do will be wrong as long as you don’t use your teeth. But once your mouth is full of my cum don’t swallow. I want you to show me that I’ve given you what you need, then you can swallow me down. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers, inching forward until her face is level with my cock.
In this moment I could order her to open her mouth and force her to take me, but I don’t. Instead I wait, wanting her to choose this, to be the one to make the decision to take me into her mouth.
After a few moments, she looks up at me, her gaze capturing mine as she parts her lips and sucks the head into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I rasp as the heat of her surrounds my cock. Fighting the urge to move, I suck in slow breaths and wait.
Her first suck is napalm, the second is a nuclear explosion, but I keep my hands at my sides, not lifting them to fist her hair and move her how I want.
Slowly she explores, tracing the head of my dick with her tongue before she hollows her cheeks, and I almost blow my load far sooner than I’d planned.
“Easy,” I growl.
Pulling back like she’s worried she’s done something wrong, her gaze lifts to me, uncertainty swimming in her expressive eyes. “You’re too good, amore mio. I want to last long enough to not embarrass myself,” I assure her.