Chapter 15 #2
Her cheeks flushed adorably as she admitted, “I never expected you to be so…attentive. I knew about orphanages, and I thought you would leave us shortly after we arrived. When you asked me how old I was, I did not expect you to assume I was so young, and I thought my chances of getting separated from Samantha would be less if I was underage too.”
I hated that explanation, and hated even more that she even had considered that train of thought. But I also couldn’t fault her for it. Just because I knew I was trustworthy, did not mean she did.
“But you didn’t leave us,” she continued, coming closer again.
“You stayed. You comforted us in the kitchen, and again on the plane. You told me about your home and how we would come to live with you. Every day you stripped away a new fear or unknown, and I knew I needed to tell you the truth. And I’m sorry I didn’t have the courage to do so earlier. ”
I shook my head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Yes, it would have saved me a lot of mental and emotional anxiety, but that’s my burden to bear, and as it turned out, it didn’t prevent me from falling in love with you or wanting to claim you.”
“You left.”
I flinched at the accusation in her voice. “I did.”
“You went back to your wife.”
And the lash came down again. “I did.”
“Do you still love her?”
I shook my head. “No. I won’t lie and say I didn’t think about trying to reconcile with her.
There’s a lot that happened in the past month that I need to tell you about, including why I left the wedding so abruptly.
I kissed her once, Maisy, and that was all it took for me to know that she’s not the woman I want to spend the rest of my life kissing. ”
She studied me for a moment, her head tipped in thought. “And her daughter?”
“Isn’t my daughter,” I responded immediately. “If my daughter’s mother will let me, I plan to claim both of them. Loudly and publicly.”
She came right up to me, and lifted her hands to cup my face. “She wants you to claim them.”
Elation filled me, and damn my dick for reacting. Now was not the time for me to get an erection. And of course, Maisy’s eyes glanced downward at the movement.
“Ignore it,” I said, annoyed at my body’s reaction rather than embarrassed. “Damn thing has a mind of its own.”
She bit her lips together like she was trying to keep herself from laughing. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“I want you to tell me all your secrets,” I told her honestly. “But for now, I’ll take this one.”
Maisy smiled, her hands moving from my cheeks to my shoulders. “I like seeing you on your knees before me.”
The shock that hit me at her confession had nothing on the arousal that flamed my blood. I’d always been the dominant one in any intimate scenario, even the kinkier ones. But if this incredible woman wanted me to kneel before her…? Fuck.
I’d kneel. I’d crawl. I’d submit.
“Then take me,” I encouraged, almost begged. “Use me. Find your pleasure, Maisy, and know I’ll love you all the more for it.”
I saw the glint of desire spark in her sea-green eyes, but her posture and the way she bit her bottom lip betrayed her uncertainty. “You would… You would let me be in charge?”
She truly did not understand the magnitude of my love for her, the lengths I would go to guarantee her absolute pleasure. “Take your dress off.”
Maisy blinked, clearly startled by my words. Swallowing hard, she reached for the hem of her sundress, but paused when I shook my head.
“Take it off because you want to.”
“But you’re already naked?” Though true, she voiced her statement like a question.
“I am,” I agreed evenly. “I wanted you to see all of me. It was a gesture that had nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with my love for you.”
Maisy glanced down the length of her body for a single second before tightening her grip on her dress and lifting it over her head.
As much as I wanted to drop my gaze to her tits, I forced myself to keep focused on her face.
She dragged her leggings down her legs, and I held a hand out to her to help her balance as she pulled them off her ankles.
Our eyes met as she straightened, and her cheeks pinkened.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmured, wanting to assure her.
Still on my knees, I crooked a finger at her to beckon her closer.
It only took her a couple of steps before she was nearly flush with my body.
Wrapping my arms around her middle, I placed a kiss between her perfect tits before looking up at her.
“We have very different experiences when it comes to sex, Maisy. I’m not saying that to compare, just an unfortunate truthful statement.
And I’ll be honest right now, I’m nervous as hell. ”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “You are?”
I nodded. “Baby, I never want to hurt you or do anything to scare you. I love you far too much to ever risk that. When we were together before, I tried to take things slow, and I was terrified of doing something wrong.”
Maisy ran the back of her fingers down my cheek. “You were perfect. I was the one who messed things up the last time.”
I shook my head. “We’re not pointing fingers or placing blame.
I would not come out on top if we did,” I added as more of a joke.
“You asked me if I would let you take control. Baby, you’ve always been in control.
Everything we do, from now until eternity, is for you.
If that means I take a step back in the bedroom and allow you to lead, then I will happily do so.
If it means we don’t have sex for a while, then we wait as long as it takes.
I want you happy, Maisy. It’s my life’s goal.
You, Samantha, and any other children we may have… It’s my job to ensure it.”
The desire in her eyes increased as her uncertainty decreased. “I want you happy too. I just don’t know how.”
“I’ll teach you. But nothing, absolutely nothing, happens without your consent. Do you understand? You are in charge. Completely and unequivocally.”
Maisy stared down at me for a moment before she nodded. “Okay. But if you don’t like something, remember our safe word is ‘yogurt’.”
I laughed, recalling my own words to her the first time we were intimate together. “Deal.” I dipped my head down a little to kiss her collarbone. She was so small, and yet she was the strongest person I knew. I lowered my hands to her hips. “Please, Maisy, will you let me make you come?”
Her fingers trailed along the tattoos on my shoulders and pecs. It felt incredibly freeing, not having to panic or chastise myself at her touch. “I thought I was in charge.”
Fuck. Well, apparently I wasn’t as good at taking a step back as I assumed I would be. “Let me do this for you. Then you can take me however you wish.” I felt her nod, but she said nothing. “Out loud, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes. God, Tangaloa, please.” Her voice was breathy, lovely. “Please make me come.”
Elation and desire poured through me as I lowered myself onto my heels. Keeping hold of her, I guided her down with me, until she sat on my chest as I lay flat on my back. The idea that this might be her first orgasm crossed my mind, adding to the nerves I was already battling.
Maisy looked around herself, clearly confused. “I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong?”
I shook my head. With my hands still on her lean hips, I encouraged her forward. “Come sit on my face, baby.”
Her eyes widened, and if this were a cartoon, they would have bugged right out of her skull. “What? I can’t… I mean, how will you breathe?”
I sure as fuck hoped I didn’t. “Trust me, baby. If I am doing my job correctly, I better not be breathing.”
Still looking apprehensive, Maisy scooted herself a little closer. “Am I just…sit on you? I should hold myself up on my knees, right?”
“Gods, no!” I exclaimed, nearly offended. “Baby, I want all of you. On my mouth. Right the fuck now.”
I could smell the tang of her arousal, but as easy as it would be to lift her and position her over my mouth, I needed this to be her choice.
Though, maybe face-sitting wasn’t something I should have started with.
But I didn’t want her to feel crowded by me if she was on the bottom.
After what she’d told me, I didn’t want to risk any flashbacks either.
Maisy moved her legs so her knees were on the carpet near my ears. She hovered her pussy over my mouth. “You’re sure?”
I was practically salivating now, my meal so close and yet so far. “Very. Fucking. Sure.”
Slowly, torturously slow, she lowered her pussy down onto my lips. My hands remained on her hips to help her balance, and the only time I manipulated her body was to indicate for her to press down further when she tried to hover.
I latched on, my patience and desire an inferno raging in my soul. I was so turned on right now that my balls were already pleading for release. But I refused to come again until I was deep inside her.
Her legs wobbled, little gasps of surprise escaping her as I licked up her slit. My world narrowed down to her pleasure. Relentlessly, I drank her up, making love to her most intimate of places. I worked my tongue as slowly her hips started to move, dancing above me.
I wanted inside her, but kept my hands locked on her hips. She would come by my tongue alone. At least this first time.
I kept my eyes open, watching the changes in her expression, the rise and fall of her chest, and the flush on her entire body.
She was breathtaking, and I was beyond honored to be the man she trusted her body to.
Her moans and gasps were the best sounds I’d ever heard, guiding me as I sucked and teased her clit.
That was, until I heard my name in a breathless cry as she lost herself to oblivion. There would never be a greater sound in this world than that.