Chapter 11
Allister
Taking a deep breath, I grab the white enameled box off the passenger seat of the Suburban. Deep pink ribbon, tied just for her. I know she'll like it. I drove back from Chicago like the road was on fire, and it still wasn't fast enough. "Go time."
I've sent her something every day I've been gone, but the package she got today is the one that matters. I could hear the smile in her voice on the phone an hour ago. It's been a few weeks, and it feels like years.
Forever, somehow.
My chest is tight, my cock already rock-hard, and still my hands want to shake. We've talked for hours every night we've been apart. I've told her things no one else knows, and she's done the same. Tonight is the first time for both of us, with each other. What an honor that is.
Her taste. Her scent. Her softness. They've filled my head every hour we've been apart. The hunger in me is as raw as any wound.
Now it's here, and I can't imagine doing this for the first time with anyone but Leah.
If I'd done it before, with someone else, it wouldn't mean what this means.
She saved this for me, and what a fucking honor that is.
I'm losing my man card, and I don't care.
I'd never soil what she's giving me, or what I want to give her.
I stop at the door and pull in a breath that strains my lungs.
This is it, and I know it. As I reach for the handle, she comes around the corner past the glass door, and I freeze.
Her hair falls in waves of warm brown, split over her shoulders into two dark rivers against the sheer white of the nightgown I sent.
The hem sits high on her thigh, teasingly short.
A sneaky smile tips her lush lips as she inches toward the door, forearms braced on her crutches.
I love them as much as all the other parts of her.
And I love that she's easy with them around me, smiling, still feeling sexy.
She knows right now that she's beautiful. And wanted. More than wanted, needed.
When the door finally clicks open, and she swings it wide, my dick is weeping inside my trousers. Throbbing, nearly bent in half, like it's trying to get to her on its own.
My hand comes up to tangle in her hair first. I need that. For her to feel my ownership. And that does it for me. From the look in her eyes, I know she understands, too.
I tighten my grip, looking into her eyes as they widen, and her lips fall open. She's waiting for whatever is coming next. Offering herself with her willing silence.
"You're going to be mine today, aren't you, precious? All of you. And I'm going to be yours."
I don't give her a chance to speak. Her answer is in her face. It's in her eyes, in the way her shoulders drop lower with every word.
I step inside, my free arm sliding to the small of her back, lifting her, spinning us as I kick the door shut. I'm still fisting the little white box, her surprise, my forearm locking her body to mine.
Her chin lifts as I tug back on her hair.
"Drop your crutches. You know I'll never let you fall."
The aluminum clatters to the floor, the black granite hall throwing the sound through the open house.
"I've never seen anything so beautiful, precious. Nothing exists that could match what I see right now. You promise me something, okay?" My voice cracks, and it surprises me.
Her eyes widen at the catch in my voice.
"What? I'll promise you anything." Her words land warm on my chin as I move us down the hall, her body pinned to mine.
"You'll take care of my heart, Leah." It's a struggle to keep my voice steady. I'm raw, exposed, nothing I've ever felt before. And that's scary as fuck. "Because it's not mine anymore."
Her hands move from my back to my neck, gripping, squeezing the tension out of the muscle.
"I'll promise that. But you have to promise me this…" She licks her lips. "…you'll do the same for mine. Because it's been in your hands since that day you pulled me out of that dungeon. I was just too scared to admit it. You'll never let me fall, Allister. I trust you with that."
"Do you know how many times I've thought of this? Making you mine. Making love to you for the first time?"
Her eyes sparkle as I step us backwards toward the bedroom.
"Five?" She's playing, and I pick up the pace, because I need to be inside her more than I need to breathe.
"Close. Smart ass."
I wish I could go slow. Lay her down and feast on her sweet pussy for hours. Let her cum stream down my throat as her voice goes raw from the moans and screams. But that's not happening. Not this time.
The sheer white gown, nothing under it, only sharpens how beautiful she is.
It's almost like she'll vanish any second.
The desperation in me turns near violent, an urge to sink into her and never leave.
I know it's going to hurt, and I hate that part, but if I'm not dripping out of her soon, I'll lose my fucking mind.
I get us to the bed without cumming in my pants, which is some kind of miracle. I set her sweet ass down on the edge of the bed and take a breath, admiring how she doesn't just make the scene, she is it.
Purity.
The word floods me. The room around her is brilliant white. Everywhere is white except the rich brown of her hair, the dark of her eyes, staring deep into mine, melting my heart. She's so pure, and then there's the fever flaring in me. Fever to make her filthy.
"Do you feel this?" I take her hand and flatten it over the erection straining the front of my slacks. Her touch sends pulses of raw need straight into my balls.
"Yes." Her pupils dilate as I rub her palm up and down, feeling the weight of cum in my sac. It's all hers, and I want to fill her so she's never the same again. I want the world to smell me on her, to know without question this girl is claimed by me.
"That's yours, my precious unicorn. Connected straight to my heart, so taking care of it is your job now."
Her fingers curl around me, and a moan tears loose.
"I want it inside me." Her throaty words send a shot of cum dripping out of me.
"Soon. But first…" I bring the white box up in front of her face. "Take it. Open it."
The sparkle in her eyes is all the thanks I need as her hands come up and flip open the lid. Her mouth falls into a soft round 'o,' and I reach in, pinch the chain, draw it out.
The platinum pendant is embedded with a hundred and six tiny diamonds.
"You're my precious, one-of-a-kind unicorn, baby. I thought you didn't exist, but here you are. No one has ever captured my heart before you."
I drape it around her neck and fix the clasp, settling the little unicorn in the crest of her cleavage.
"It's beautiful." Her fingertips trace the metal and stones.
But it's her flesh that calls to me.
"No. You're beautiful. This is just a piece of jewelry. But it means something that I found you, and this is just a token. Of thanks. Of finding you. I want you to always know, there are no others like you. No others for me. Ever. You are my unicorn, and I will take care of you, Leah. Always."
There's no more civilized man left in me. My clothes come off without ceremony, thrown across the floor and furniture of my usually pristine bedroom. Before my mind catches up to my body, I'm on top of her, easing her back, taking her mouth as my cock seeks the heat radiating between her legs.
Neither of us breaks the kiss, even as the tip of me finds her opening. I barely press forward when I freeze and shudder.
She's soaking. Drenched for me.
Jesus.
For me.
All for me.
She has no idea what that means. What it does to me to know she wants me. It's every fantasy I could have conjured, times a thousand, dipped in every wet dream I've ever had.
What's between us pulls like gravity. Inescapable. Every nerve I've got is primed for her. If I don't get inside her, I'm afraid she'll disappear.
"More." She whispers it into our kiss, and I thrust forward, tearing into her virgin opening.
Her back arches, and she lets out a shivering scream, but her hands slide from my shoulders to my low back, tugging me on.
I hold steady, my heart crashing against my ribs. My tongue owns her mouth, swallowing every moan she makes.
Her pussy clamps around the head of my dick so tight it hurts. I'm big, I know I am, and she's so tiny. For a beat, I think of retreating, terrified I'll truly hurt her.
But she must feel my reservation, because she angles her hips up and takes more of me on her own. Her wet walls tug at me, and I want in so deep I'll feel her heartbeat against my crown.
Her sweet cream streams down to the base of my shaft as I ease forward. My hands wrap around her body. One snakes behind her neck, the other spreads across her back, holding her steady as I push in.
Her hips quiver as I enter her. I want to rut into her like a wild boar, but instead I savor every petal of her inner walls. They flutter and tighten around every morsel of me she takes.
I ease back from the kiss, the need to watch her face as we join for the first time too strong to fight.
This feels unlike anything I imagined. Better than I can explain.
Nobody would ever understand how happy I am that she's my first. That all of this is for us, for each other.
No one else has been here, and no one else ever will.
Her mouth opens as I guide my shaft a few more inches inside. I'm memorizing every detail of how it feels to have her body take me in. My cum is rising, my balls drawn tight, but when I let go, I want her orgasm in my ears and the head of me buried against her cervix, where my seed takes root.
She's clinging to me as I increase the pressure. Her head falls back, moans and whimpers spilling like music around her.
"Take it for me, baby. I need you."
Something in my words makes her hips buck, and I ride her harder, slipping in and out as her body floods us both and eases my way into her.
"That's my girl. Let me in. I love you, my sweet unicorn. I love you more than you could know."