Chapter 4 #2
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I groaned, my eyes devouring the sight of her. "Perfect curves, perfect skin. I've been imagining this since the moment I found you in that storm."
Her breath hitched. "Kevin..."
"I've been thinking about touching you like this." I traced my fingers along the edge of her bra, watching her shiver. "Tasting you. Making you come on my tongue until you're screaming my name."
Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer. "Then do it."
I didn't need to be asked twice. I lifted her easily from the counter, carrying her to the thick rug in front of the fireplace. The fire cast dancing shadows on the walls, bathing her skin in golden light as I laid her down gently.
"You sure about this?" I asked, even though my body was screaming for her touch.
"I've never been more sure of anything," she said, reaching up to cup my face. "I want you, Kevin. All of you."
That was all the permission I needed. I kissed her deeply, pouring all my want and need into the contact. She responded with equal hunger, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pulled me closer.
I took my time undressing her, worshipping each newly exposed inch of skin with my mouth and hands. When she was finally naked beneath me, golden and perfect in the firelight, I had to stop and just look.
"Don't," she said, moving to cover herself. "Don't stare."
I caught her hands, pinning them gently above her head. "Don't hide from me. You're fucking gorgeous, and I want to see all of you."
"Michael always said—"
"Michael was a blind fool," I said firmly. "You're perfect exactly as you are. Soft curves, creamy skin, these perfect tits that fit my hands like they were made for me."
I demonstrated by cupping her breasts, my large hands completely covering them. She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"That's it, baby," I murmured, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. "Let me hear how good it feels."
I lowered my head to take one peak into my mouth, sucking and biting gently until she was writhing beneath me. Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me against her as pleasure shot through her system.
"Kevin, please," she gasped. "I need... I need more."
I kissed my way down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her soft belly—the belly I planned to fill with our children someday. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I looked up to meet her eyes.
"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," I commanded gently. "Let me taste what's mine."
She obeyed without hesitation, opening herself to my hungry gaze. She was beautiful everywhere—pink and swollen and glistening with arousal. The sight made my cock throb almost painfully.
"So fucking perfect," I growled, settling between her thighs. "And all mine."
I dove in like a man starved, using my tongue and lips to drive her to the edge of sanity. She tasted like heaven—sweet and musky and addictive. I could spend hours between her legs, making her come on my tongue over and over.
"Oh God, Kevin," she gasped, her hands fisting in my hair. "That feels so good. Don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. I worked her with single-minded determination, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue and focused attention on her clit. When I slipped two fingers inside her tight heat, she nearly came off the rug.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged, pumping my fingers in and out while my tongue worked her clit. "Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart."
She shattered with a cry that echoed through the room, her body clamping down on my fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as she came down from the high.
When she finally stilled, I kissed my way back up her body, taking my time to taste every inch of her flushed skin.
"That was..." she started, then trailed off, seeming at a loss for words.
"That was just the beginning," I said, positioning myself between her thighs. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
I'd stripped off my own clothes while I was worshipping her body, and now my cock was pressing against her entrance, hard and demanding. She looked down between us and her eyes widened.
"You're so big."
I was. Bigger than she was used to, that much was obvious. The thought that I'd be stretching her, filling her more completely than any man ever had, sent dark satisfaction through my blood.
"I'll go slow," I promised, even though every instinct in my body was screaming at me to claim her hard and fast. "I'll make sure you can take all of me."
I pushed forward slowly, watching her face as I stretched her open inch by inch. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her hands clutching at my shoulders as her body struggled to accommodate my size.
"Breathe, baby," I murmured, pausing to let her adjust. "You're doing so good. Taking me so perfectly."
When I was finally seated fully inside her, we both groaned at the sensation. She was so tight, so warm, gripping me like a silken fist. The feeling was incredible—like coming home to something I'd been searching for my entire life.
"So full," she whispered, wonder in her voice. "I can feel you everywhere."
"That's because you were made for me," I said, beginning to move with slow, deep strokes. "This tight little pussy belongs to me now. Your body belongs to me. All of you belongs to me."
"Yes," she gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist. "I'm yours. Completely yours."
I lost all semblance of control then, driving into her with increasing force as she met me thrust for thrust. The sound of our bodies coming together mixed with her soft cries and my rough groans, creating a symphony of desire that filled the room.
"That's it, sweetheart," I growled against her throat. "Take everything I'm giving you. Take my cock like the perfect woman you are."
"I'm going to—" she started, her voice breaking.
"Come for me," I commanded, reaching between us to circle her clit with my thumb. "Come on my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you love being claimed by me."
She shattered around me with a scream that nearly brought down the roof, her inner walls clamping down on me like a vise. The sensation sent me over the edge, and I buried myself deep as I emptied myself inside her, marking her as mine in the most primitive way possible.
"Mine," I growled as I continued to move, making sure every drop of my release stayed buried inside her. "My woman. My perfect, beautiful woman."
Afterward, we lay tangled together on the rug, the fire crackling beside us. She was curled against my chest, her soft curves fitting perfectly against my hard angles. I could feel my seed still warm inside her, claiming her from the inside out.
"Are you okay?" I asked, pressing kisses to her temple.
"More than okay," she breathed. "That was... I've never felt anything like that."
"Good." I pulled her closer possessively. "Because I plan to do it again. And again. Until you forget every other man who came before me."
"You already have."
This beautiful woman trusted me with her body, her heart, her future. And I was going to spend the rest of my life proving that trust wasn't misplaced.