33. Jones
33
JONES
She may be teasing me, but I’m using this as my chance to be close to her again.
Any way I can accomplish that, I’m gonna do it.
I’m a selfish dick and I know it.
Wanting Capri only makes me more aware and give less of a shit how it’s received by others.
That’s what has me standing outside her apartment door at ten o’clock in the morning, ready to pounce.
I pound on the door.
Two knocks in, the door flings open, revealing Capri in a tiny sleep set with a cup of piping hot tea in her hand. It looks like she’s expecting me.
The cheeky grin on her face tells me she knows what she’s doing.
“Time to invite me in, Capri.” I cast her a wicked smile.
“Be my guest,” she says, gesturing for me to enter.
I step into her apartment and stand with my back to her, contemplating my next move. I’m testing her as far as I can and using this to my advantage.
“To what do I owe this early morning visit, Jones?” she asks in the sassiest tone.
Her confidence is sexy.
“It seems I have some competition,” I say, circling to face her. “I don’t do well with sharing, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Mhm.” Her smirk has vanished.
I’ve got dirty plans for her. I’ve been patient enough.
“Since you seem to have forgotten how fucking perfect we fit, I figured I’d come show you. Remind you. Brand you. Really, whatever you’d like to call it. But I’m not leaving here until I deliver my mark on you. Seems I wasn’t successful the first time.”
Capri wears a brave face, one of confidence, and exudes power. But I know she’s squirming on the inside. Dying to have my hands and mouth on her, cock inside of her, whether she shows it or not.
Yet something tells me that this time, she won’t put up much of a fight.
“Oh, yeah?” she asks, eyes locked on mine with intensity. “Good luck with that.”
This game between us is driving me crazy, and I’m loving every second of it.
My eyes land on the motion between her legs. She clenches her thighs like it’ll help. Her satin sleep set is so sheer, I see a small spot of wetness making a mess on the silky fabric.
“How’s my pussy feeling, Capri? Does it miss me? Are your thighs easing that ache or need my cock to come fill it?”
“Mmm.” Her moan runs through me. Capri’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and she makes no effort to hide it. “Jones,” she murmurs softly.
“I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying, sweetheart.”
The lust in her eyes is untamed—wild. Fuck, it liberates me knowing she wants me as much as I do her.
“Show me,” she whimpers. “Remind me how it feels.”
I stand in front of her. “How what feels? I need to hear you say it.”
Her eyes dilate and her breathing picks up. The rush of pink across her cheeks is enough to have my dick twitch in my pants.
“Your cock inside of me. I think I need to be reminded.”
Atta girl.
I grin, feeling like fucking Hugh Hefner. “How do those tits feel? Tender?” I ask, my eyes drawing to her pebbled nipples, standing at attention.
“God, yes.”
“Take ’em out. Let me see.”
Cup long forgotten, Capri lifts her top in one swift tug, revealing the most luscious set of tits I’ve ever seen. “Hell, Capri. You’re a needy little thing.”
I scrub my beard because I need to do something with my hands.
Drawing this out will make it worth it. The pleasure fucking worth it.
“You just gonna stand there?” she asks me on a heavy breath.
“I’m thinkin’ about it. The views too good.”
My mind spins in circles watching her reach for her hardened nipples, pinching them with a slow hiss. “Fuck,” I groan.
“I can take it from here if you need to leave.” She’s out of her goddamn mind if she thinks I’d leave her here—like this.
Hell to the no, woman.
“I need to make one thing clear before I touch you, Capri.”
Her eyes search for my meaning. “Just one word. That’s all I need,” I tell her, and she nods her understanding.
“When I fuck you again, you’re mine. I let you go the first time, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting you slip away from me a second. I need your understanding, Capri. I need you to tell me you want that too.”
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation, no questions, no negotiations.
Just yes.
My mouth is laced with hers before I can think better of it. This woman is mine and I intend to leave my mark, today and every day after.
“I’ll never let you go again. Never,” I whisper against her lips.
“Never,” she exhales. “I’m ready for you.”
Time to make good on my promise. My mouth finds the shell of her ear, and I whisper, “Strip.”
Capri draws her bottom lip into her mouth. “With pleasure,” she says, voice filled with expectation.
My eyes don’t miss a lick as my woman gets naked before me. Delicious tits, peaked to perfection. Slim waist leading to the fullest fucking hips I can’t wait to see the markings of my fingertips against.
And my favorite part of all: those beautiful lines along her lower stomach, evidence of how resilient and brave she is. Lines that made her one hell of a woman and came from housing a miracle little human.
I could study the design of her body for the rest of my days.
Drinking in the beauty of her, I chuckle, “Kinda feel like seeing you spread out on that chair for me.” I nod to the oversized chair in her living room. “Hands on the armrests, ass up, chest down. Go, sweetheart.”
She walks to her spot. “Yes, Captain.” Capri perches herself in position, and I circle behind her, taking in the view. “All for me?” I tease, swiping my finger up her center.
Her body jolts, chasing my touch. “Only ever yours.”
I need to be inside of her. Now.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her, while I work on getting my pants off. I strip off my bottoms, watching as Capri runs circles across her swollen nub.
This view is what contentment looks like.
My hands find the outside of her hips, moving to squeeze the globes of her ass. “These hips,” I growl. “My fucking weakness.”
Smack. I slap her cheek with force before plunging a finger inside of her.
“Jonessss,” she cries out.
The thickness of her thighs mixed with the fullness of her hips makes my cock ache. I need to come, preferably inside of her.
My hands hold tight to her sides while I coast the tip of my dick across her entrance, coating myself in her wetness. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart. Making a mess on my cock already.”
“You like it,” she tells me with a breathy laugh.
I chuckle. “Yeah, I do,” I say before driving home, burying myself to the hilt. “Don’t see that ever changing.”
My eyes trace over the striped markings across her stomach and hips as I slam into her, a feral need inside of me bursting at the seams.
“Yessss. Feels so good,” she cries out, rocking against me. “Fuck me good, Captain.”
My thrusts are relentless, chasing a feeling we both need. My tip reaches the farthest point before I pull back out, only to slam home again.
“Better not have shared this tight cunt while we were apart,” I grunt, the possibility of Capri giving herself to another man makes me sick.
“Never. I’ve only been with you.”
Gahhhh, that makes me happy to hear. I don’t know if I could handle knowing she shared what's mine.
“No other man would be enough. It’s just you and me, Capri. Now, watch me fuck this pussy,” I grunt through quick thrusts. “Jesus fuck. We fit together perfectly. You’re squeezing me so tight, baby.”
“You’re so deep,” she whimpers. “I feel you everywhere.”
“And you will for days after too,” I bellow out.
Reaching around to grab her tits, I squeeze tight then use one hand to pull her hair in a rough tug. The sensation of her pussy gripping me as I pound into her has my orgasm taking over. I yank her hair back, enough to see the tears pouring from her beautiful blue eyes and it sends me over. Capri is following right along with me.
“That’s it, beautiful. Milk my cock.”
“I’m coming. Yessss. So good.” Capri’s body comes to life, vibrating through her orgasm. I pepper kisses along her slender neck and touch the planes of her back with the palm of my hands. “Good girl,” I say, praising her for doing everything I asked. “You take me so well.”
“I’ve missed you so much, Jones.” The emotion in her voice is consuming. We’re getting closer than we ever imagined, and we don’t have a plan.
I’m not sure how this can end well.
Once we’ve both settled, the air feels heavy, filled with sex and uncertainty. “It’s a good thing you’re stuck with me now, huh?” I say.
I’ll save the analysis till morning.