Chapter 19
19
Anais
I smile hearing that he’s as gone for me as I am for him. It’s a comfort to finally know we are in this together. I’ve been thinking this attraction was a one sided feeling, so hearing him say he’s already mine makes my heart flutter.
I slide my hands from his strong shoulders and over his hard chest and down. His body is so big, not just muscular but large and imposing. Many don’t know he’s truly a teddy bear who will burn the world down for the ones he loves. I know this because I’ve heard how Cami and Viv and CeCe talk about him. I’ve seen how protective he is with those he loves.
Maybe that now includes me. Or at least, someday.
My hands slip inside of his boxers and I reach around to grab his hard ass and dig my fingernails into his skin. He stands still and strong, letting me explore. When my nails scrape up his spine I watch as his body trembles. The effect we have on one another is evident in its equality. And when I dip back under the elastic band and grip his cock with my hand, my fingertips barely skimming each other, I hear more than see his jaw clicking as he clenches .
“You’re so big, Bish. I don’t know if you’ll fit.” My legs squeeze together and the walls of my pussy quiver, thinking about being stretched beyond its limit.
Bishop’s hand slides over mine and together we move up and down his steel shaft. “I’ll fit, baby girl. I have a feeling that it’s perfect.”
He releases my hand and pushes his underwear down over his thick thighs. I don’t know where the underwear goes or if it even makes it down to his feet because my eyes stay glued to where my hand is still holding tight.
I saw him in the shower that day and could tell he was thick, but up close and personal tells me that was just a small glimpse. With my thin hand wrapped around him, his girth and length look double the size it did when he was holding it. Once again it not only worries but terrifies me as to how much it might hurt.
“Lay back, Anais. You just relax and I’ll take care of you.” His voice is low and gravely, sending chills erupting over my body.
I do exactly as he says and lower myself until I’m on my back, my knees bent and feet planted on the mattress. He reaches out and rips a condom from the strip he laid on the bed.
“You don’t have to wear one. I trust you,” I tell him.
He tears it open, ignoring me and says, “Yes I do. If I feel your tight pussy grip my dick bare, I’m going to want to fuck a million babies into you. You have school and a lot of other things that need to happen before you even think of babies. But fuck,” he groans and runs his hand over my flat stomach. “You’d look so beautiful with my baby in your belly.”
Forget heart flutters. My heart passes the fuck out only to wake up and faint all over again. I’d give anything for those words to be true and not just something said in the heat of the moment.
The sight of him rolling a condom catches my attention and I watch until it’s securely in place. When I look up, he’s staring right at me. His body crawls over mine and then he grips the base of his cock and runs the latex covered head up and down my sex.
I feel him nudge at my entrance and inhale a shaky breath. Slowly Bishop begins to push in, the engorged head breaching my opening before leaning down and taking my mouth with his. The kiss takes me by surprise but more surprising is him pushing inside of me, my walls burning with the sudden intrusion.
I whine into his mouth and he pulls away. “Shh, baby. I got you.”
His fingers push back the wayward curls that cover my forehead before sliding across my cheek.
“I’m going to go a little deeper. Give you a little more, okay?”
“What? You’re not all the way in?” I say in a panic.
He smirks. “No. About halfway. I’ll go slow. If it hurts too much just tell me and we’ll stop.”
I shake my head from side to side rapidly. “Don’t stop. Please.”
He nods. “Okay. Just relax for me.”
I exhale and he moves in another inch and then another. I wince with the pain and he kisses me softly again, pulling my mind from one thing to the other. I squeeze my eyes shut then hear him groan when he’s finally fully seated in me.
“Shiiit. You feel better than I ever imagined.” He rests his forehead against mine with his eyes closed tight. “Give me a few seconds before I start moving. I’m gonna fucking blow my load if I don’t calm down.” I giggle at him as he struggles. “No no no. Don’t laugh. That only makes it worse.”
He begins taking deep breaths before I feel him slowly start to move. Even with the condom I can feel every ridge and vein of his dick. I’m sensitive from the first orgasm he gave me, and I don’t think it will take much to have me seeing stars a second time.
Languid movements, in and out, tease the orgasm that is just out of reach. I feel tingles when he grinds against my clit, and I dig my heels into his ass, needing more and faster.
“Fuck me harder, Bishop. I’m so close.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he grunts out.
“You won’t. I promise,” I assure him and he growls and slides a hand behind my knee before pumping deeper and faster.
He captures my lips and kisses me, bruising my lips. His rhythm is hard and he rolls and thrusts with precision until he brings me to the edge of what feels like a white cliff. One moment I’m standing on the edge, and the next I’m floating through the air, light as a feather.
My back bows and my head presses against the mattress as I try to tether myself to something grounded. Otherwise, I feel as if I may float away and never come back. The sensation is rapturous.
His pumps turn unyielding and I feel his dick pulse inside of me. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”
That’s all the warning I get before he thrusts once more, hitting me deeper than I ever thought possible, and exploding. His voice roars with his bliss and his hand, unknowingly, anchors to my throat. He doesn’t put pressure on me or squeeze, his hand is just there. Almost as if he needs something to tell him this is real.
He stills with his head thrown back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and I watch how gorgeous he looks. Then think about the fact that I did that. I put that look of peace, of elation, on his face.
I reach up and around his neck and pull him down to me, kissing him with all of the passion he just showed me. I feel him sigh into my mouth and then his weight rests on me and it’s a comfort.
He pulls away and begins peppering my face with soft kisses. My eyelids, my cheeks, my forehead and my nose. All of it gets special attention. When he finishes he pushes up on stiff arms and smiles at me. My heart soars and I think, this is it . We’re never turning back from this moment.
“Are you okay, baby girl?” he asks and I nod. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then bed. I’m exhausted and the sooner we sleep the sooner we can wake up and do this all over again.”
My cheeks hurt from the wide grin on my face and I whisper, “Okay.”
He slowly pulls out, holding on to the condom as he goes, and I wince. I can already feel the effects of his size and I doubt walking will be at the top of my list of things I want to do tomorrow. The condom is removed and tied off at the end before he scoops me up.
“My legs work, Bishop,” I tell him with a roll of my eyes.
“Sure about that?” He has a knowing look and I decide I don’t want to test that theory .
I let him carry me to the bathroom where he passes me a warm washcloth to clean up then pee –because he said he doesn’t want me getting a UTI and I didn’t even know that was possible– and he carries me back to bed.
Bishop pulls back the covers and tucks me in before sliding in behind me and spooning me in his arms. He brushes my hair away from my face and kisses my neck before breathing deep.
“Good night my little butterfly. Tomorrow we talk.”
I close my eyes and nod my head before falling into blissful sleep.
“Bishop,” I whisper and poke at his big muscled shoulder.
He moans but doesn’t move an inch. I whisper and poke one more time and it leads to another groan but no movement. I get an idea and move to straddle him. I rub my sore pussy along his slightly hardened cock and lean over, lapping at his nipple.
I make my way up to his neck and kiss it, then flick his earlobe with my tongue before taking it between my teeth.
“Hey big guy. Wake up,” I try once more and the combination of rubbing and licking has him cracking one eye open.
“You’re going the right way for a hard fuck, baby girl. If you’re sore I suggest you roll that sweet ass over.” His voice is rough and good Lord it makes me tingle.
But there is no way I am in any condition for a dick down by Bishop. It might swell shut if he tried again, so I slowly climb off of him and snuggle into the crook of his arm instead.
“Woman, your hair is everywhere.” He pushes his way through my messy mane like he’s combing through heavy forest brush .
I help him out and take it in my hand, twisting it into a messy bun as best as I can. A rubberband sits at the bottom of my purse, I’m sure, but that’s not the most pressing concern.
“I’m hungry,” I tell him with a pout and big eyes.
The look that always gets me what I want, per Uncle Nix.
“It’s the middle of the night, baby girl.”
I look at his bedside clock and see that it says four twenty-three.
“Nuh uh. It’s almost four thirty. It's early morning and my tummy is growly. I need you to feed me, big guy. Pleeeeeaase?” I beg.
He runs his hand up and down my bare back and it comes to rest on my ass. A hard squeeze and slap has me yelping, and I reach over and pinch his nipple.
“Anais,” he warns and I giggle. “Alright. I’m up. Let’s feed you. Then you’re going to feed me for waking me up so damn early.”
He takes my hand and slides it down his body and places it on his incredibly hard dick. I run my fingers against the steel velvet and he pushes his hips up.
“I don’t think I can do that again, but I’m sure you have other ideas. You can tell me all about them…over pancakes.”
“Jesus. You’re killing me. C’mon. Pancakes for my little butterfly.” The sheets get tossed off and the cool breeze from the fan kisses my body.
Goosebumps erupt across my skin and I shiver. “Cold,” I say.
He walks over to his dresser and grabs a t-shirt and pair of boxers. He slips his large legs into the openings of his boxers and walks over to me with the t-shirt. I lift my arms above my head, wiggling my fingers and waiting for him to dress me.
“Sit up, baby girl. I’ll be happy to dress you but I can’t do it while you’re lying down. Up,” he orders and I push to sit up. “Goddamn,” he whispers, his eyes roaming over my body.
The shirt slides down my arms and floats over my torso. The shirt smells of him and I never want to take it off. I lift the collar to my nose and inhale. He holds his hand out to me and I take it. He lifts me up and leads me out of the room and down the stairs.
The house is dark, only illuminated by a few lights that are recessed into the wall as we pad down, one step at a time. We reach the second floor and he flips the light on. I squint from the bright intrusion, but blink until my eyes adjust.
“Are you sure you want pancakes? I told you last time they’re not your run of the mill kind. And I don’t use syrup.” Bishop opens a tall door, revealing a large pantry that is stocked with every healthy food imaginable.
I walk up to him and run my hands up his back and around to his chest, where I finger the short coarse hairs. I place a kiss between his shoulder blades and rest my cheek against his hot skin.
“Yeah. I’m sure. Buuuut,” I start. “Can I have blueberries?”
He looks over his shoulder, his eyes downcast and finding mine. “Of course, my little butterfly. You can have whatever you want.”
I smile wide and kiss his back again before releasing him and making my way closest to the cooktop.
Bishop goes about combining the pancake mix and water and eggs, and whisks them together.
“Baby girl,” he says and I look him in the eyes. “Can you open that drawer and pull out the cast iron griddle and just plop it on the stove?”
I follow his line of sight to a large drawer. I open it and see an incredibly organized collection of pots and pans. I spot the large griddle and do exactly as he has asked. I take it a step further and turn the burner on then search his countertops for butter.
Like we’re on the same wavelength, he nudges his chin in the direction of a tray that sits on the counter with a butter dish, napkins and salt and pepper. I retrieve it and wait until he’s ready to pour the batter on the hot griddle.
We move together like fine choreographed dance, him pouring and flipping, me stacking and plating, until everything is ready. I take our plates to the long counter and set them down in front of two barstools. He steps up behind me and places honey, a container with blueberries and forks next to the plates. I grab a couple of napkins, he grabs glasses of coconut water –per my request– and we settle into our seats .
Bishop scoops a handful of blueberries and piles them on my stack of pancakes, then pours a heavy helping of honey over them all. I lick my lips and wait for him to do the same to his, then pick up my fork and dig in.
“Ohmigah,” I mumble through a mouthful of deliciousness.
I pile another large bite into my mouth and can barely keep my lips closed as I chomp down. I groan and close my eyes with each bite. At one point I open them to find Bishop staring at me, not even having touched his food.
“Why aren’t you eating?” I ask him between bites.
“I like watching you.”
My tongue swipes over my bottom lip, gathering the honey left behind and leaving a sticky coat. I set my fork down and pick up his. I cut into them and poke at a bite of pancake and plenty of blueberries, then bring it to his mouth.
He slowly opens his mouth and I slide the fork between his full lips. Those lips wrap around the tines of the fork and I slowly pull it away. He chews and swallows and I do the process all over again. The third time a drop of honey sticks to his bottom lip and without thinking, I lean over and lick it clean.
“Mm. Tastes better that way,” I tell him.
“Hm. I better try it for myself.” He slides his finger through the puddle of honey on my plate and wipes it all over my mouth.
He sucks on my lips and swipes his tongue between them. I taste the sweet honey lingering on his tongue when ours touch. My eyes are closed so I don’t see it when he swirls his fingers through the honey once more. But I do feel it when he draws a sticky line down the column of my neck.
His tongue follows the same path and when he’s done licking me clean, he says, “You’re right. It does taste better that way.”
We go on feeding one another bites and exchanging kisses under the guise of helping clean up, until our plates are empty and our tummies are full. I push the empty dishes aside and tip back the last of my drink.
“That was yummy. Thank you,” I say and move to stand .
I don’t make it far when his large hands circle my waist and he picks me up and plunks me down on the counter in front of him.
“It was. But I’m still famished. So spread those beautiful thighs and let me get my fill.”
My hands come to rest behind me and I languidly spread my legs, torturing him with small movements. When my legs are just wide enough, he tugs me to him, resting his arms under my knees and titling me up to his mouth, and I fall back against the counter.
Filthy sounds fill my ears as he buries his face between my legs, and sensations overwhelm me. I drop my head back and my hair hangs over the edge like a waterfall. My body feels like water, free and flowing and charged.
“Best fucking meal,” he growls, and doesn’t come back up for air until the sun rises above the horizon and he’s taken me back to bed.