Chapter 9 #4
When I sensually pressed the towel between her thighs, she smiled, eyes glittering. “Baby, please…” She giggled, soft and dangerous, and my dick twitched so hard I almost lost the towel.
I froze, my eyes locking on hers. “Say it again.”
She tilted her head, lips curved like she knew exactly what she was doing. “Baby. Please.”
I swore, my pulse blacked out the sound in the room.
The towel hit the floor. My hands were on her ass, lifting her, pressing her back to the cool tile. My mouth crashed into hers, wet, messy, and hungry, like I was trying to kiss the soul out of her and keep it for myself.
“You got me trying to be patient and give ya lil’ sexy ass a break,” I whispered, tone raspy against her lips, “and then you pull that shit? Nah,… You about to feel exactly what that sexy ass giggle does to me, mama.”
Her laugh broke into a gasp when my hand slid between us, finding her hot and slick. “Damn, baby. You stay ready for me,” I muttered, kissing down her jaw, my grip tightening until she whimpered. “Bed can wait. I’m taking you right here so next time you test me, you remember what happens.”
I pulled her higher, the head of my dick sliding against her folds before I pushed in slow, deep, and possessively enough to make her head drop back.
“Fuck…” I groaned, forehead to hers. “You sucking me in like you want me stuck here forever. You want me trapped, Deputy Gorgeous?”
Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Don’t want you to leave.”
“That’s good.” I growled, snapping my hips into hers hard enough to make the tile echo. “You’re mine. All this”—my hand cupped her ass, pulling her deeper onto me—“is mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to ruin. And I’ll do all three.”
Her moans bounced off the walls, her body gripping me like she was trying to keep me inside by force. That’s it, baby. Hold me there. Make me part of your blood flow.
“Look at me,” I demanded, my hand locking on her jaw. “I want you watching the man who owns you while you fall apart.”
Her lips trembled. “Elias—”
“I said look.”
Her eyes flew open, glassy, locked on mine. I felt her walls flutter just from obeying.
“That’s it,” I murmured, voice dark and soft. “You break while looking at me, or you don’t break at all, gorgeous.”
Her breathing got ragged, thighs trembled around my waist. “You wanna cum?”
“Yes, please.”
“That please better sound like you mean it.”
“Please, Elias, fuck. Please.”
That was it. I slammed into her, grinding deep until she shattered around me, crying out my name like a perp caught in the headlights, too stunned to run, too caught to fight back.
I held her there, staying inside, my mouth on hers, claiming the sound, the breath, the moment.
Without letting her down, I carried her to bed. She was limp in my arms, head on my shoulder, but I didn’t care. She wasn’t touching the floor until I decided she could.
I laid her in the center of my bed like something priceless, towel gone, skin still warm from the water. Her hair clung to her shoulders, little beads sliding down and soaking into my sheets.
I crawled over her slowly, caging her in, my hands planted on either side of her head, my shadow swallowing her whole. “You think we’re done?”
She gave me a lazy smile, eyes half-lidded like she was floating. “You tell me.”
“I’ll tell you what I know. You ain’t gonna be able to walk right when I’m done. And that’s still just round one.”
Her giggle was soft, taunting. “You’re insatiable.”
“Damn right,” I said, dragging my mouth from her collarbone to her throat. “You really think I’m gonna stop after one nut? Nah, baby. I’m greedy when it comes to you.”
My hand slid between her thighs again, fingers gliding over her slick heat. She jerked, trying to close her legs, but I pushed them apart and pinned her there. “You still wet for me. You want more.”
“I can’t—” she started, voice breaking.
“You can. And you will.” I kissed her deep enough to steal the rest of her protest, tasting the wreck I’d already made of her. “Matter of fact…” I pulled back, breathing hard. “We’re going back to the shower.”
Her brows lifted. “The shower?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m gonna rinse you off… then fuck you under that water till you’re so wrung out you can’t even think of giggling at me again without your legs shaking.”
Her breath caught, and I saw it—the little spark that told me she wanted it, even if her body was begging for mercy.
I scooped her up again, carried her right back to the bathroom, and set her down under the spray. The water hit her skin, steam curling around us, and I pressed my chest to her back, my arms locking around her waist like a vice.
“Round two,” I murmured against her ear, letting my hand drift between us to guide myself back inside her. “And this time, I’m not stopping till your voice is gone from screaming my name.”
Her gasp turned into a moan as I filled her again, the sound echoing off the tile. My grip on her hips tightened, my pace unrelenting, every thrust a warning and a promise.
“Better hold on, Jonay.” I growled, kissing the side of her neck. “’Cause I’m about to fuck you like you’re the only thing keeping me alive.”
By the time I finally let her go, her knees were jelly, her head tipped back against my shoulder, and her breath was coming in soft little whimpers that made my chest feel like it was splitting wide open.
I kissed the damp curve of her neck, slow and sweet now, like I had all the time in the world. “You good, baby?”
She gave me that tired, pretty smile that always knocked the air out of my lungs. “Baby, please,” she whispered, voice light and airy, then she giggled.
That sound, yeah, my dick twitched on sight. “You keep on playing with me, gorgeous,” I warned, my voice low enough to vibrate against her skin.
She shook her head, still smiling like she had no clue she was one breath away from me taking her right there. “Just… take me to bed.”
So I did.
I wrapped her in the softest towel, carried her to the bedroom like gravity didn’t deserve her, and laid her down slowly so I could take in the sight of her laid out, eyes heavy, lips parted, skin still damp.
I grabbed that shea butter vanilla body butter she made and warmed it between my palms, then started at her feet, kneading her arches until she sighed like I’d just rearranged her whole soul.
Up her calves, over her thighs, my thumbs pressed into her skin like I was relearning her from scratch. Every time she exhaled, I thought about how easy it’d be to keep her like this forever. No stress, no clothes, and no one else touching what was mine.
When I reached her hips, I kissed that dip above her pelvis, lingered there a beat, then moved up. Her belly, her ribs, her breasts, behind her ears. My mouth and my hands claimed every inch of her like I was re-marking territory that was already mine.
She kept her eyes closed the whole time, but her body melted under me, and that trust was what had me more addicted than the way she tasted.
When I finally slid in bed beside her, I pulled the covers over us and kissed the top of her head, my hand resting on her hip, keeping her tucked tight against me.
“You belong to me, baby,” I murmured into her hair.
I said it low, like I was swearing an oath in court and promising to break every rule for her pretty ass.
“Every breath you take, every blink, every beat of that heart… it’s marked for me.
And I’ll never mistreat you, never fumble you.
I’ll spend every sunrise, every dark hour, proving to you that being mine means you’re safe, you’re worshipped, and you’re wanted till the dirt takes me. ”
She drifted off, soft and peaceful, but me? I just lay there, watching her like a man guarding treasure because that was exactly who I was.
And if I had it my way?
She’d wake up every morning with my hands on her, my name in her mouth, and not a single doubt in her mind that Elias Jamal Edmonds would burn this whole world down before he ever let her go.