Chapter 19 #2
My hand slid from her breast down over the soft curve of her belly, my fingers splaying wide, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palm.
I could feel her breathing quicken, could feel the way her body was beginning to respond to my touch as I kissed along her shoulder blade, my lips trailing over the smooth expanse of her back, and slid my hand lower, over her hip, down to the apex of her thighs.
She was still wet. Still slick with my cum and her own arousal.
The evidence of what we had done earlier coated her inner thighs, and I groaned softly against her skin, my cock pulsing with need.
“You’re so wet for me,” I whispered, my fingers sliding through the slickness, teasing her entrance. “So fucking perfect.”
She gasped, her hips rocking back against my hand, seeking more. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breathy and desperate.
“Please, what, baby?” I murmured, my fingers circling her entrance but not entering, teasing her. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she breathed. “I want you.”
“You have me,” I said, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’ve always had me, Lina. From the moment I met you. You’ve owned me.” I slid one finger inside her, feeling the tight, wet heat of her pussy clenching around me, and she moaned, her entire body trembling.
Fuck, she felt incredible.
I added a second finger, pumping slowly, feeling her inner walls flutter around me, feeling the way her body responded to every touch, every stroke. “That’s it,” I whispered, my voice rough with desire. “Let me feel you, baby. Let me feel how much you want this.”
She was rocking back against my hand now, her breathing ragged, her body chasing the pleasure I was giving her.
I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her cry out, and stroked it gently, rhythmically, feeling her body begin to tighten.
“John,” she gasped, her hand gripping my wrist, holding me to her. “Oh God, John.”
“Not yet,” I murmured, withdrawing my fingers and hearing her whimper of protest. “I want to be inside you when you come. I want to feel this perfect pussy come around my cock.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her slickness, teasing her. She was so wet, so ready for me as I pushed inside slowly, inch by inch, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me, feeling the tight, wet heat of her pussy enveloping my cock.
Jesus Christ. She felt like heaven. Like coming home. Like everything I ever wanted wrapped around me.
She gasped softly, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing back against me, her inner walls fluttering around my cock as she adjusted to the intrusion.
“Fuck, Lina,” I groaned, my forehead pressing against her shoulder, my entire body trembling with the effort of holding still.
“You feel so fucking good. So tight. So perfect.”
I was buried to the hilt inside her, our bodies joined completely, and I held still for a moment, just feeling her, just savoring the sensation of being inside her again.
“Move,” she whispered, her voice desperate. “Please, John. Move.”
I started to move.
Slow. Leisurely. Reverently. Each thrust was deliberate, measured, designed to make her feel every inch of me.
I wasn’t trying to claim her this time. I was trying to cherish her as I pulled almost all the way out, feeling the drag of her inner walls against my cock, before sliding back in slowly, deeply, filling her completely.
She moaned, her hand reaching back to grip my hip, her nails digging into my skin. “Yes,” she breathed. “Just like that. God, just like that.”
I set a slow, steady rhythm, my hips rocking against her ass, my cock sliding in and out of her with deliberate slowness.
My hand slid from her hip up to cup her breast again, my thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered against her neck, my lips trailing over her skin.
“So fucking beautiful, Lina. I could spend the rest of my life just looking at you and never get tired of it.”
She turned her head, her eyes meeting mine over her shoulder—dark, wet, filled with an emotion I couldn’t name. “John.”
“I love you,” I said, my words spilling out before I could stop them. “I love you, Lina. I’ve always loved you. Even when I hated you. I never stopped loving you.”
Her breath caught, and I felt her body tense, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached back and cupped my face, her thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I never stopped. Not once.”
I kissed her then, turning her head so I could capture her mouth with mine, pouring everything I felt into that kiss, all the love, all the regret, all the desperate need to make things right.
She kissed me back just as fiercely, her tongue sliding against mine, her hand tangling in my hair as I kept moving inside her, kept thrusting slowly, deeply, feeling her body respond to every stroke.
My hand slid from her breast down over the soft curve of her belly, down to the swollen nub of her clit, and I circled it gently, slowly, feeling her body jolt at the contact, feeling her inner walls clench around my cock.
“Oh God,” she gasped against my mouth, breaking the kiss. “John.”
“I’ve got you,” I murmured, my fingers continuing their slow, deliberate circles. “I’ve got you, baby. Just let go. Let me feel you.”
I could feel her getting closer, her breathing quickening, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around my cock with increasing frequency. “You feel so good,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. “So fucking perfect. Like you were made for me. Like this pussy was made to take my cock.”
She moaned, her hips rocking back against me, meeting my thrusts, chasing her release.
“That’s it,” I groaned, my own control beginning to slip. “Take what you need, baby. Use me. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
I increased the pressure on her clit, my fingers moving faster now, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
She was close. So fucking close. I could feel it in the way her body was tightening, in the way her breathing had become ragged gasps, in the way her inner walls were fluttering around my cock.
“Come for me, baby,” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion and desire.
“Let me feel you. Let me feel this perfect pussy come around my cock. Let me know you’re real. Let me know you’re mine.”
She cried out, her entire body going rigid as her orgasm crashed through her, and I felt it.
Felt her inner walls clamp down around me like a vise, felt the rush of her release coating my cock, felt the way her body shook and trembled in my arms. “That’s it,” I groaned, my own release building at the base of my spine.
“That’s my girl. So fucking beautiful when you come. So perfect.”
I kept moving, kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it, feeling her body convulse around me. “John,” she gasped, her voice broken and desperate. “Oh God, John.”
“I’m here,” I murmured, my lips against her neck. “I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you.”
I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I could go, and let go as my release tore through me like a tidal wave, my cock pulsing as I flooded her womb with my cum, filling her completely. “Lina,” I gasped, her name a prayer on my lips. “Fuck, Lina. I love you. I love you so much.”
I held her close as we both trembled, both gasping for air, both clinging to each other like we were drowning, and maybe we were. Maybe we had been drowning for seven years, but right now, in this moment, we were breathing. Together.
I pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, her neck, anywhere I could reach, my cock still buried inside her, still pulsing with the aftershocks of my release. “I love you,” I whispered again, the words coming easier now. “I love you so fucking much, Lina. I’m never letting you go again. Never.”
She turned in my arms, my cock slipping out of her as she rolled to face me, and I immediately pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her, holding her against my chest. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright with unshed tears, her lips swollen from my kisses.
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “I love you too,” she whispered, her hand coming up to cup my face. “I love you, John. I always have.”
I kissed her then, soft and gentle, pouring everything I felt into that kiss.
When we finally broke apart, she rested her head on my chest, her ear pressed against my heart, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as close as I could. We lay there in silence for a long moment, our breathing slowly returning to normal, our heartbeats syncing.
And then, finally, I found the courage to speak.
“I need to tell you something,” I said, my voice rough. “A lot of things, actually. Things I should have told you years ago. Things I’ve been too much of a coward to say.”
She lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine.
“Okay,” she said softly.
I took a deep breath, my chest tightening. “My name isn’t John Smith,” I said. “I mean, it is, legally. But it’s not the name I was born with. The U.S. Marshals gave it to me when I was a kid. When they put me in witness protection.”
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t speak.
“My father was a member of the Golden Skulls MC,” I continued, my voice shaking.
“His road name was Bones. He was a good man. At least, I think he was. I was only eight, so what the fuck do I know? But I remember him laughing. I remember him teaching me to ride a bike. I remember feeling safe when he was around.”
I swallowed hard, the memories clawing their way up my throat.
“He turned state’s evidence,” I said. “Testified against the club in a federal trial. I don’t know all the details. I was just a kid, but I knew it had something to do with what they did to my mother.”
Lina’s hand tightened on my chest, but she didn’t interrupt.