Chapter 15 #2
Her lips curl into a smug grin that has her brimming with sexual confidence, as she opens her mouth and takes half of my length between her lips and swallows.
Sliding up and down my cock, she never takes too much, and even though I’m desperate to see her struggle to take me into her throat, I don’t want to scare her.
Once she’s learned how I like it, I’ll start to push her until she lets me fuck her mouth. But for now, I’m more than happy for her to set the pace, as long as it ends with her having a mouthful of my cum.
Unable to resist, I lift my hand and place it on top of her head. “Perfect, amore mio, I’m close. Remember don’t swallow, hold me in your mouth, okay?”
Her nod and the sight of her kneeling in front of me, her lips spread wide around my cock, send me over the edge, and I come with a guttural growl, exploding on her tongue and trying not to thrust too much.
My muscles hurt from fighting the urge to rut into her, but it’s worth it when I slide my dick free and she looks up at me with guileless, sexy eyes. “Show me,” I rumble, the words barely more than an order.
Her lips part slowly, and I see it, my cum coating her tongue—the perfect image I’ll never forget.
“Now swallow.”
My dick jerks when she swallows me down, my release disappearing into her throat and claiming my ownership from the inside out.
“Jesus,” I growl as I dive onto her, kissing her and not caring that she still tastes like me.
Tangling my tongue with hers, I pull her on top of me, wrapping my arms around her until there’s not an inch of space between us.
My balls are empty, my dick softening, but I still want her with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.
That’s what makes her different. Not simply the sex, but because even after coming, I still want more. More sex, more touches, more kissing. Just more. I want to keep her in my arms for the rest of our lives, and it’ll never be too much. I doubt it’ll even be close to enough.
Gentling the kiss, I pull my lips from hers and just hold her, enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms. This woman is mine. It’s a strange feeling to know with so much certainty that this is the person that fate, or God, or who the fuck knows what force has chosen to be mine.
“Was that…okay?” she asks tentatively.
“It was fucking perfect, amore mio.”
“It was?”
“You’re perfect, Verity, so fucking perfect for me.” Sighing, I palm the back of her head and relax with my woman in my arms, and the knowledge that I’ll never let her go, settled deeply in my soul.
After snuggling for a while, I peel her off me, then carry her downstairs. Not bothering with clothes, I lie her on the couch, already wondering if there is a human-sized bejeweled cat bed I could buy, just to see her sprawled out, naked and dripping on it.
“I’ll make us lunch,” I say reluctantly.
“I can help,” she offers, but I shake my head.
“Sexy little pussycats don’t help in the kitchen; they curl up and wait to be brought their food.”
“I’m not a cat,” she says, a little tartly.
“I think you’d look adorable in kitty ears and a tail plugged into your ass.” Her look of horror is enough to make the laughter I’ve been trying to suppress burst free. “I’m joking, amore mio. I won’t be buying you any furry butt plugs any time soon.”
Scowling weakly, she swings her legs off the sofa, delicately placing her feet on the floor. “Let me get some clothes, and I’ll help.”
“I might not plan to dress you up like a cat, but I was serious about you getting used to being waited on like a pampered pet. Let me take care of you, Verity.”
Something about her confusion makes my dick perk up. I’ve been half-hard since I stepped into the house this morning, but even after fucking her pussy and filling her mouth with my cum, my dick is still prepped and ready to go again.
Completely unashamed by my nakedness and arousal, I don’t try to hide how my dick is hardening, while I salaciously rake my eyes over her bare skin.
If she wasn’t sore, I’d sit her on my cock and carry her around while I made our lunch.
But instead I’ll have to console myself with feeding her before I carry her back to bed and spend the rest of the day getting her ready to give me her final first.
Honestly, prior to Verity, I’ve never found the idea of anal sex particularly appealing.
I’ve tried it, and it was okay, good even.
But unless your partner is a regular anal participant, it requires a lot of patience and preparation that I rarely have the time or inclination to invest in a person.
Now that I have the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with, I want to own, claim, and use every inch of her, and I don’t care how much time and effort I have to put into making sure she enjoys my dick pushing into her ass.
Leaning down, I press a hot kiss to Verity’s lips, then lift her legs back up onto the couch, spreading her thighs and putting her on display for me. Her eyes cloud with uncertainty, but when I scan her sexy body, then sigh wistfully, she relaxes.
“I’m such a lucky motherfucker,” I snarl. “I’m so grateful you’re mine.”
Reluctant to leave her even for a moment, I force myself to head for the kitchen, making a platter of sandwiches and chips for us to share.
When I get back to the couch, she’s closed her legs, turned onto her side and curled into a loose ball, not hiding, but clearly not leaving herself openly on display for me.
Lifting her legs, I take the seat beside her, pulling her so her thighs are draped across mine.
“Here you go, amore mio,” I say, holding a sandwich to her lips, not releasing it when she tries to take it from me.
“I can—” she starts.
“So can I,” I say over her, arching a brow in challenge.
Her brows furrow, then like she suddenly understands, she parts her lips and takes a bite of the sandwich, letting me feed her.
I watch as she chews, then swallows.
“Thank you, amore mio,” I breathe, allowing her to take the rest of the sandwich and watching as she eats it.
Once she’s finished, I hold a second one to her lips, and without thought, she leans forward and takes a bite, only reaching for it once she’s chewed and swallowed.
Happy that she’s eating, I finally take a sandwich for myself, eating it in two bites before I offer her a chip that she takes from my fingers, a hint of a smile curling the corners of her lips as she allows me to feed her.
“No more,” she says after her tongue grazes the edge of my thumb when she takes the next chip I offer her. “I’m stuffed.”
Her choice of word makes my already hard dick, dribble with excited precum. “Not yet, but I can make that happen,” the horny voice inside my head purrs.
Fuck, I want to be inside her again so much, it feels less like a want and more like a longing and need.
This woman is turning everything I thought I knew about myself on its head.
In less than a week, I’ve gone from being single and questioning how my future alone would fit into this world to knowing exactly how I want the rest of my life to look and doing everything I can to make sure that this woman is entrenched in every part of it.
“Jesus, amore mio,” I growl, rolling her to her back and parting her thighs so I get a perfect view of her still sore and puffy cunt.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“I need to eat this pussy. I want to be inside of you, but you’re sore, so I’m going to make you needy and desperate so I can drink down as much of your cum as I can.”
Her pupils blow wide as her lips part in shock.
In a few years’ time I want her body conditioned to gush the moment I make her feel the way she feels now.
Burying my face between her thighs, I lick and suck at her lips, her clit, and her entrance, teasing and tormenting her until my face is wet with her arousal.
I fucking love the way her body reacts to me. How fresh cream seeps from her stretched cunt when I flick my tongue over her clit.
My couch is fairly big, but so am I, and when my shoulder hits the cushions, stopping me from getting as close to her as I need, a growl of frustration slips from my soaked lips. “Bed,” I hiss, lifting her into my arms and striding upstairs to our bedroom.
The rest of the day passes in a haze of orgasms, arousal, and cum. I make her scream over and over, teasing her clit and, on occasion her ass, until her voice is hoarse and there’s a patch of my saliva, her cream, and my cum soaking the sheets beneath her ass.
As much as my dick is screaming to get into any of her holes, I don’t try to do more than graze her tight ass with my fingers. I’m definitely going to be sliding my dick into her soon, but for today I just want to flood her system with good endorphins until she passes out.
At dinnertime, I carry her downstairs and feed her pasta coated in a creamy, garlic sauce while she yawns, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She’s napped on and off all day, but it’s clear that she hasn’t been taking care of herself properly while I wasn’t here.
Turning on the shower for her, I lift her under the water, not showering with her, but instead staying on the edge of the tub and helping her clean up. Once she’s clean, I wrap her in a towel and sit her on the counter while I have the world’s fastest shower and she watches with sleepy eyes.
A part of me wants to drag her back into the cum-soaked bed, but instead I pull the sheets off and quickly replace them before I lift her onto the mattress, securing her in my arms with her head resting over my heart.
“Sleep, amore mio,” I purr, stroking her hair until her breathing deepens and she falls asleep.
Panic barrels through me when I wake up alone, the space beside me empty. Scrambling upright, I feel the life start to drain from me until the sound of water in the bathroom has me sagging back to the pillow in relief.
“What’s the matter?” Verity asks when she steps back into the bedroom fully dressed in baggy shorts and an ugly T-shirt.
“Nothing,” I lie. “Come here. Why are you dressed?”
“I can’t just laze around all day again,” she says, eyeing the door like she’s considering making a run for it.
“Come here, amore mio,” I call, lowering my voice until it’s a seductive purr.
“I was going to make us breakfast.”
“You don’t cook for me. I take care of that, of you,” I tell her.
“But I can—”
“You can take off those clothes and come here. I have plans for you this morning, and they don’t include either of us needing to be dressed,” I say, smiling mischievously at her.
“You want to have sex again?” she questions, pink heating the tops of her cheeks.
“There’s still one more first you need me to take, isn’t there, amore mio?” I say, lowering my voice until it’s a gravelly rasp.
She shakes her head.
I nod.
Lifting my hand, I crook my finger and beckon her to me. “You need it, amore mio. You want me to have all of your firsts, don’t you?”
We both know it’s not really a question, but she tugs at her sexy lower lip with her teeth like she’s trying to figure out an answer.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, needing to know if I should make breakfast now or later.
“No,” she whispers.
“Okay. Then why are you all the way over there and not here getting what you need?” I ask her.
Her first shuffling step toward me feels like a victory I didn’t know I needed. It takes her almost a full minute, but by the time she’s beside me, close enough to touch, I feel like I just won the lottery, an Oscar, and an unlimited supply of wishes on a magic lamp all at once.
“You’re perfect. Now let’s get you out of these clothes and back where you belong,” I coo, unfastening her ugly shorts and watching them fall to the floor at her feet.