Chapter 7 Anita
Anita
Chance and I enter Mel’s room together, our hands laced. Mel’s eyes linger on the touch, hope in them.
“I wanted to go downstairs to listen to your conversation, but I stopped myself.”
“You did good, sweetheart.”
He sits on one side of her while I sit on the other .
“Anita and I decided to stay together.”
Mel launches herself at us, trying to wrap her slender arms around our necks.
“This is the best Christmas present I’ve ever received,” she exclaims as she sits back on the bed.
“Me too,” I say.
Then I spot Chance getting down on one knee in front of me and my mind blanks.
“I don’t have a ring or fancy speech prepared.” His voice breaks. “All I have right now is my courage and determination to never let go of your hand and my love for you. Anita Sanchez, will you end our cohabitation agreement early and marry me?”
“Yes.”
I pull him up and kiss him.
Mel squeals.
“Can I be a bridesmaid?”
Chance and I burst out laughing, agreeing to her request.
“When is the wedding?” Mel asks.
“When do you want to get married?” I ask Chance.
“As soon as possible. Tomorrow if we could.”
“Let’s give it a few days at least so we have time to prepare. New Year’s Eve?”
“A new year, a new beginning. Sounds right,” he says.
We spend the day watching Christmas movies, playing games and eating too much food, like the family we’ve become.
At the end of the night, when Mel goes to bed, Chance takes my hand and leads me to his room - our room now. I follow, my pulse quickening with anticipation.
He closes the door behind us and just looks at me for a long moment. The heat in his eyes weakens my knees. Heat pools low in my belly.
"Come here." His voice is rough with desire.
I cross over to him slowly, holding his gaze. When I'm close enough to touch, he reaches out and traces his fingers down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"I love you," he says again, like he's making up for lost time. "I love everything about you.”
"Show me," I whisper. "Show me how much you love me."
Something primal flashes in his eyes. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me deeply, like he's trying to pour every ounce of love and desire into it. I melt against him, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer.
His hands slide down my sides, caressing me through the fabric of my dress. When he reaches my hips, he grips them firmly and pulls me flush against him. His cock presses against my belly, hard and insistent, and it sends a thrill through me.
“I need to make you mine.”
"Then take me," I breathe. "I'm yours, Chance."
He groans and walks me backward until my legs hit the bed.
His fingers find the zipper of my dress, and he drags it down slowly, his knuckles dragging against my bare skin, his knuckles dragging against my bare skin.
The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in just my bra and panties—dark green lace that I bought hoping for this exact moment.
Chance steps back and just looks at me. His eyes travel over every inch of my body, hungry and reverent at the same time. "God, you're gorgeous, Anita. So damn pretty."
I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall. His breath catches as my breasts are revealed, and I watch his hands clench at his sides like he's fighting for control.
"Touch me," I say. "Please, Chance. I need your hands on me."
He closes the distance between us and cups my large breasts in his calloused hands. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I gasp at the sensation. He lowers his head and takes one peak into his mouth, sucking gently, and pleasure shoots straight to my core.
"So responsive," he murmurs against my skin. "I love how you react to me."
His hands slide down to my panties, and he hooks his thumbs in the waistband.
He pulls them down my legs, and I step out of them. Now I'm completely bare before him, and instead of feeling vulnerable, I feel powerful. The way he's looking at me, like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, makes me feel like a goddess.
"Your turn." I reach for his shirt buttons.
He helps me, stripping off his shirt and revealing the muscled chest I've admired so many times. I run my hands over his skin, feeling the heat of him, the strength in his body. When I reach his belt, I undo it slowly, watching his face as I pop the button on his jeans and lower the zipper.
His cock is already hard, straining against his boxers. I slide my hand inside and wrap my fingers around him, and he hisses in pleasure.
"Anita," he groans. "If you keep doing that, this'll be over before it starts."
I smile wickedly and stroke him once more before pulling my hand away. He shucks off his jeans and boxers quickly, and then we're both naked.
He lays me back on the bed and covers my body with his. The weight and heat of him, the feel of his arousal pressing against my thigh, is almost too much sensation. I wrap my legs around his waist, tilting my hips up in invitation.
"Not yet." He kisses his way down my neck. "I want to take my time with you. Want to worship every inch of you."
His mouth travels down my body, kissing, licking, sucking. He pays special attention to my breasts, lavishing them with attention until I'm writhing beneath him. Then he moves lower, kissing my stomach, my hip bones, and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
When his mouth finally reaches my core, I cry out. His tongue is magic, knowing exactly where to lick, how much pressure to apply. He slides one finger inside me, then two, curling them just right while his tongue works my clit.
The pleasure builds and builds, a wave rising higher and higher. I chant his name like a prayer, my hands fisted in his hair.
"That's it, Angel," he murmurs against me. "Let go. I've got you."
The orgasm crashes over me, through me, and I shatter into pieces. He works me through it, drawing out every bit of pleasure until I'm boneless and gasping.
He kisses his way back up my body, and I taste myself on his lips. The gesture is intimate, raw and perfect.
"I need to be inside you." He positions himself at my entrance. "Need to feel your pussy grasping my dick."
I wrap my legs around his hips.
He inches inside, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is intense, almost too much, but it feels so right. Like we were made to fit together this way. When he's fully seated, we both groan at the sensation.
"You feel incredible," he breathes. "So tight."
He starts to move, long, slow strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me. I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies finding the perfect rhythm. The pleasure builds again, different this time, deeper and more intense.
"Look at me," he says, and I open my eyes. "I want to see you when you come. Want to watch you fall apart."
The intensity in his gray eyes is almost too much. I see love there, desire, possession, devotion. Everything I've ever wanted reflected at me.
His pace increases, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. One hand slides between us to where we're joined, his thumb finding my bundle of nerves and circling.
"Chance!" His name is the only thing I can say, the building pleasure so acute everything else is shoved out of my mind.
"Come for me, Angel. Let me see it."
The second orgasm is even more powerful than the first. It starts deep inside and radiates outward, making my whole body shake. I cry out his name, my inner walls clenching around him rhythmically.
"That's it," he groans. "So beautiful."
His thrusts become erratic, and I know he's close. "Come inside me," I whisper. "Fill me up. Make me yours completely."
My words push him over the edge. He drives deep one last time and stills, his body shuddering as he finds his release. I feel the warmth of his seed inside me, marking me, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
He collapses beside me, pulling me close. We're both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat, and I've never felt more satisfied in my life.
We lie in comfortable silence, our breathing gradually returning to normal. His hand strokes lazy patterns on my back, and I trace the muscles of his chest with my fingers.
"I can't wait to call you Mrs. McCord and wake up every day next to you."
"It's just six days away."
He pulls me closer. "Best New Year ever."
"Best Christmas ever," I counter.
I laugh, feeling light and happy and so deeply in love.