Chapter 23 #2
Every whimper churned at the deep need within.
She even tossed her hair back and forth, knowing how much doing so drove me nuts.
When she lowered her head so our lips were a mere two inches apart, she was the one who took a scattered deep breath.
I could listen to her soft noises every day and every night.
Even the way she snored lightly when she was in a deep sleep kept my attention. Maybe that was fueled by the need to protect her.
I couldn’t get over the feeling that we were being watched.
While I hadn’t wanted to alarm her while enjoying our afternoon and evening together, I had no intention of falling into a deep sleep.
Maybe I was simply out of my element given there was no chance for backup should anything go wrong.
Or maybe given the precious cargo I’d been asked to take care of, I was on a heightened alert.
But not right now.
There was no way anyone could get the jump on me.
What she hadn’t realized was that I’d installed a limited security device I’d brought with me on the back door.
While it allowed us to enjoy being on the mall patio, if anyone dared try to climb over the railing, an alarm would go off on my phone.
It was quick and easy, the application already loaded onto my iPhone and the mechanics fitting into my toiletry bag.
The technology had allowed me to feel secure while away from the room.
And now.
Which counted more than going out for the afternoon.
She was breathing heavily, licking her lips more out of appreciation than anything else. I could tell her hunger was exploding much like mine.
Which was why I didn’t try to stop her when she rocked against me once again. Where she’d been methodical before, she was a little wilder, a little more desperate.
The feel of her muscles constricting and releasing was too damn enjoyable, almost preventing me from desiring satisfaction.
Almost.
We moved together as we’d done before, her body rocking to the perfect beat of mine. She wasn’t rushing and neither was I, fulfilled with exactly what we were doing.
Touching and holding.
Yet I sensed the moment her body had started to betray her, every muscle tensing and the rise and fall of her chest keeping my rapt attention.
Now I gripped both hips, lifting and holding her in place while jutting my hips from the water. A slow and stunning smile crossed her face and she didn’t fight me as a climax tickled her toes, finally rushing up the length of her legs.
I knew instantly, the longing to fill her completely driving me wild. “Let go, baby. Just let go.”
When she followed my command, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, a single orgasm rushing into what appeared to be a delicious wave.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh…” Every sound became louder than the one before, every jerk of her body as her muscles responded to the intense pleasure. There was nothing quite like witnessing her drifting into utter rapture.
Which was what she was doing right now.
When she started to come down from the wave of ecstasy, she finally opened her eyes. The mischievous glint had returned. Stretching her body, she managed to grab one of the champagne glasses. With her eye pinned on mine, she took a sip.
I didn’t need for her to announce what she was doing when she pressed her lips against mine. I opened my mouth, accepting the cool liquid. She continued rocking against me, now more in a teasing way than before.
As I took the glass from her hand, our fingers touched and the light in her eyes was enchanting as hell. We played tug of war for a few seconds until she finally allowed me to take the glass.
Taking my eyes off the woman would be a fool’s game. So I didn’t.
I continued to lift my hips while I enjoyed several sips of the bubbly, even allowing her to remove the glass from my fingers once again.
This time, she finished off the flute, placing it on the platform.
With her fingers driven into my shoulders, she moved up and down, her lips pursed in concentration.
Every swish of her hair and the way she gyrated her hips kept my chest covered in water. There was nothing quite like watching her actions, every facial feature and the way her mouth twisted when frustrated.
She was doing her best to force me into an orgasm.
I wasn’t ready yet. In fact, I could go all night long. Perhaps she’d yet to figure that out about me.
But I allowed her to continue enjoying the moment while stretching out my arms across the tub. There was nothing wrong with enjoying all her hard work. She grew even more frustrated, bobbing up and down, but I refused to take the bait.
In her determination to surprise me, I had to admit she managed.
When she pulled off my dick completely, I narrowed my eyes, even allowing a slight growl.
She wasn’t daunted, very carefully switching her position until she was facing the opposite direction.
The loss of being inside her heated wetness was felt immediately and my sound became more guttural from displeasure.
“Such a needy man,” she whispered.
“You do know me, sweet Ambrosia. I am. Don’t forget it.”
“I do so enjoy your threats.”
“I assure you, principessa, that’s a promise.”
Then she lowered her hips while wrapping one hand around my cock. I knew I should think of myself as one of the luckiest men on the planet. How could I get so lucky to be with such an incredible beauty, someone who loved me as much as I loved her?
The thought coursing through my mind had me gripping the edges of the tub, even lifting my torso from immediate tension. Yes, I fucking loved the woman and had for a very long time.
There was only one course of action and that would be to marry her.
I’d be damned. I loved her.
When Emmeline sat down on my cock, I was pulled back to the special moment we were sharing.
I was fully seated inside, testing the theory by using my thigh muscles to lift her from the water.
Using the fingers of one hand, I rolled them down her back as I’d done so many times before, only this time, I could fully enjoy the curves and muscles.
She didn’t need me to tell her what to do, placing her hands on my thighs and riding me like any good cowgirl would do.
Soon, we were in a special rhythm, moving together as one. There was no stopping the water as it flowed out one side then the other. Not that I cared. I’d clean it all up later.
“I have one question for you,” she mentioned off the cuff as we were rocking the night away.
“And what’s that?”
“Are you a cheater? I don’t accept cheaters. That’s my one rule. No mistresses. No fucking around at dirty little clubs.”
“Is this a condition of our marriage?” I asked innocently enough, completely amused by the conversation.
“Absolutely it is.”
“Then you’ll be happy to know I am not a cheater.”
She tossed her head from side to side again while pressing her hands on my thighs and arching her back. “Excellent, but you should know that if I ever catch you with another woman, I will cut your nuts off first and use your dick as target practice.”
Since she was deadly serious, most men would shrivel up right about now. Not this man. My cock throbbed more than before. I yanked her back until I was able to nuzzle my head into the nape of her neck. “You know how to turn a guy on and don’t worry. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“Good. Then it’s settled. I want a church wedding. That’s all I ask.” She rubbed my hand and her voice was as if we’d just been negotiating a contract for a piece of property instead of the rest of our lives.
“What about a reception?”
“Receptions at fancy hotels are a waste of money.”
“There goes the practical side of you again.”
“You’ll thank me one day when I help parlay your wealth into… more wealth.” She laughed, this time nuzzling her body against mine.
“I don’t need wealth when I have you.”
“Ah. Such a little romantic.”
We settled into another beautiful moment where there was nothing but the two of us. No worries. No fears.
Then the peace was interrupted.
A flash, an image rolled into my mind so unexpectedly that all breath was sucked dry from my lungs. What the hell?
My mother and father, their bloodied, mutilated bodies, vacant eyes staring at me, tears staining my mother’s cheeks.
What no one knew and I’d witnessed was that they’d been tortured before being forced back into their vehicle. And the moment my mother had witnessed me running to save them, she’d placed her hand on the passenger window, screaming my name.
A sound I hadn’t heard but had felt all the way to my bones.
Just seconds before the car was blown up, the dynamite turning the massive sedan into charred metal.
“Donatello,” Emmeline whispered. “Are you alright?”
Her voice brought me back, enough that when I blinked, I was able to drive the vision away. “Fine.” I gripped her hips and this time, I wasn’t willing to wait any longer. I needed to be inside. I needed to fill her.
I needed to feel her muscles spasming around my dick.
So I fucked her like some wild animal, long and hard and relentless until we were both sweaty and exhausted. And still, it wasn’t enough.
But it would need to be for now.
My body couldn’t take it any longer.
When my balls filled with seed, I slowly pulled her back against my chest, holding her in place.
Only then did I allow myself to release, coating her womb with my cum.