9. Sadie
Chapter 9
Sadie
I wake hours later in a cocoon of warmth. The fire is still crackling, though the flames are not as high as they were when I drifted to sleep.
Slowly, I become aware of three things. The first is that Barrett snores. Loudly. The second thing is that his arm is lying across my boobs. But the last thing is that his hand is in my yoga pants. He’s cupping my pussy even in his sleep.
“Barrett,” I call his name.
His snores continue.
I call him twice more before finally digging my elbow into his side.
“Mmm, I was having the best dream,” he murmurs sleepily, his voice husky. It’s obvious he’s still in that in-between world where he’s not aware of what he’s doing.
But my body is. My body is very aware of what he’s doing, and if he doesn’t take care of this ache he’s creating, then I might just combust.
“I think I know what you were dreaming about,” I whisper.
I feel it the moment he’s aware of what he’s doing. He stiffens behind me. “Fuck, I’m sor—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” I tell him, the need coming through my voice. “Finish what you started.”
He chuckles, the sound low and husky. “Yes ma’am.”
He swirls my wetness around, painting my pussy in my own juices. “So responsive for me.”
I whimper when his finger breaches my tight channel.
Barrett’s finger is big and thick, just the way I know his cock will be. The thought has me spasming, and my body sucks his finger in deeper. Behind me, I feel his erection nestled against my ass. He pushes forward, seeking his own friction.
“Take me,” I whisper. I’ve been so scared of giving myself to another person this way. But with Barrett, it’s different. I trust him. I know he’s going to take care of me and make this an amazing experience.
“Not until you come on my fingers like a good girl,” he says right as he adds a second finger to my hot channel.
I reach down and massage my aching clit, circling it just the way I like.
“That’s it. Rub that little button just the way you need.”
I whimper at his words. He’s so big and he’s filling me so much. I didn’t even realize how empty I was until he put his fingers in my pussy.
“Going to give you one more,” he pants. “I’m going to open my good girl to take my big cock.”
He adds it slowly but it’s still a stretch, still a slight sting. But the ache only sends me higher, only makes me want his cock more.
I rub my clit furiously, stars finally exploding behind my eyes. When I come, it’s with his whispered words of praise in my ear. He’s telling me how proud he is of me, of how brave and strong I am.
Tears prick behind my eyes as I realize he sees me. He sees the scared girl I was. He sees the woman who’s lost and trying to find her way. He sees all of me, and more than that, he likes what he sees.
“Inside me. Now,” I pant, unable to last a minute longer without feeling our bodies completely intertwined.
I shimmy free of the yoga pants, but I don’t bother with my shirt. I need him inside of me. There will be more time to be fully naked later.
He yanks at his pants, barely getting them down before he’s rolling over me and sliding his cock through my slick folds.
I expect him to thrust into my body, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pauses. He brushes a kiss to my forehead. “You know what’s happening.”
I know exactly what’s happening. This is more than sex. We’re connecting our souls, uniting in a way that neither of us will ever be able to undo. We’ll forever be tied together after this moment. There’s no getting around the truth that we’re meant to be.
He cups my face. “You belong to me. I’m claiming the girl no one wanted. She’s mine. She’s always been mine, and she’ll be mine forever.”
The tears that were pricking at my eyes earlier finally escape, sliding down my cheeks. “I want to be yours. I want you to belong to me, the same way I belong to you.”
He presses into my body then. He moves slowly and despite the previous orgasm, he’s still huge. So huge that it takes my breath away and makes me gasp.
He stops, holding his big body above mine. The way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel like he can read every thought in my head. Like he knows everything about me with a single glance.
“You don’t have to stop,” I tell him when the stretch has started to ease. “Just get through it.”
He shakes his head. “Mmm, we have a lifetime to look forward to together. We’re not rushing this.”
I whine his name as he slowly thrusts in and out. He keeps his thrusts, measured and controlled. He’s still cupping my face, his expression filled with so much love and tenderness. This is what he meant when he said we’d always be making love.
With every movement, every hot glide of friction, my body opens to his a little more until he’s slowly sunk all the way in. There’s no pain, only the most delicious pleasure.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” he murmurs.
My hands are roaming, touching him everywhere. I trace the planes of his body through his clothes, mapping his shape. Next time, I definitely want to do this without clothes. I want to see that big hairy chest above me.
He reaches for my clit, playing with my swollen nub. “Let me feel you squeezing me.”
I call his name in a whimper. He’s sending me higher and higher with every thrust. Just when I’m teetering on the edge, he whispers, “Come for me.”
His words push me over the cliff and then I’m free falling into a pleasure so deep that I’m not sure where I end, and he begins. There’s only this one sweaty, perfect moment between us.
It’s not until he’s coming, splashing my insides with his seed, that I realize we didn’t use any form of protection. There’s something so primal and satisfying about him filling my pussy with his come.
When he collapses exhausted beside me, he pulls me onto his chest.
I put my head against the soft cotton of his t-shirt and listen to his heartbeat coming down. The steady thrum that makes me relax despite my earlier realization. This will be OK, I think. “Um, so about that…”
“What about it?” His voice is soft, like he’s afraid to break this beautiful bubble around us.
I don’t want to break it either, but we have to talk about this. “Well, we kind of…didn’t use a condom or anything. I could get pregnant.”
His heart skips a beat against my ear. “I hope you do.”
The honest reaction has me melting into him completely. “I’d like a big family. One with a dozen kids and cats and dogs. Maybe even an aquarium.”
“I love the idea of starting a family with you,” he says.
I lift my head so I can study his face. I definitely want kids with his eyes. “Just like that? We barely know each other.”
“I know my soulmate. I knew the moment I met you that we were meant to be.” He’s putting into words the same things I felt when I first met him.
“And you’ve never doubted it?” I ask softly. I wouldn’t blame him if he did. I’ve had a million doubts about us.
“A lot of people mess their lives up by doubting a good thing when they find it. I’m not one of them, Sadie. You’re my meant-to-be. Everything else we can learn about each other as the years pass.”
I snuggle deeper into his side, fighting a yawn. “Let’s make beautiful babies together.”