Chapter Forty-Five
Sin
Claimed
“I love the way you look against my sheets.”
I close my book and roll onto my side to gaze up at Kwame. I run my hand over the soft, cool bedding beneath me and smile. “I like the way your sheets feel against me,” I admit with a slow smile at the gloriously naked wall of a man who, by some miracle, I have all to myself.
“Did you bring your book to bed in case you got bored?”
I cock an eyebrow. “No, I take a book to bed every night, and thank goodness I had it because you kept me waiting.”
“I’ll make up it to you.” He reaches down and grabs me by the hips and flips me onto my back. “You are so damn sexy, Sin. This body is my favorite place to play.” His eyes devour my naked breasts and my nipples pucker and tighten under the heat of his regard.
“I’ve seen you this way so many times, and God, it gets better every time.”
He climbs onto the bed and presses my thighs apart to make room for his hips.
“Hello,” he whispers, bracing his upper body braced on his arms but letting the weight of his legs rest fully on mine.
I gasp at the hard weight of his fully at attention dick against my thigh.
“Am I too heavy?” he asks, leaning down to brush a kiss on my cheeks, and grinds his hips into me, wetting his groin with my arousal.
“No. Perfect. I love it,” I pant and stop myself from saying what’s on my tongue. This whole evening has been incredible.
“How is this?” he whispers and lowers his torso to give me more of his weight.
“Not enough.” I grunt. I can’t move but I like the feeling of being at his mercy.
“Kwame,” I breathe his name.
“Yes, my good, good Sin.”
“I love you,” I say it because I can’t not.
“You fucking better,” he growls. “Because I love you too, and I’m never letting you go, Sin. Guarding what’s mind like the jealous simp I am for you.”
I laugh despite the air it costs me. I reach up and grab his neck and pull his mouth down to mine and bite his lip.
He hisses and covers my mouth with his hot open one and licks my upper lip.
“You’re so sweet, Sin. Everywhere. Your mouth, your skin, your pussy, your ass, behind your knees, in the crook of you neck—there’s nowhere I don’t want to lay claim on and make sure that no one else will ever do for you again. ”
I’ve always thought this kind of possessiveness would turn me off but instead, I melt and burn and squirm to coax him closer.
“Would you like that?” he speaks into my ear, his breath tickles the side of my face. “To be mine and no one else’s?”
“Yes. I already am,” I confess and he grunts in approval and bites my lip and then sucks the sting away.
“Good,” he says before he kisses me again. “We’re finally on the same page.”
I taste his need and feel his pent-up passion that I didn’t even realize he’d been holding in until I feel the searing heat of it in the grip of his hands and the tickle of his chest hairs against my nipples. I tighten my grip on his nape and hold him as tightly as he’s holding me.
“I need you,” he says and reaches into the drawer at his bedside for a condom.
“Let me,” I say and he lifts off me and onto his knees and hands me the silver packet.
I tear it open, roll it on him slowly, and enjoy the way his muscles tense from my touch.
He moves fast, pushing me onto my back and lifting one leg to wrap around his waist.
“My love,” he murmurs in my ear and drags his length through the soaked, sensitive skin between my hips. The head of his dick presses into my clit and the burst of sensation is outrageously good, and I whimper and lever my hips up to seek more of it.
“You like that?” he asks and drags himself over the same spot, slowly enough to allow the good to turn into great and spread up and out so that my body pulses with it.
He lowers his head and touches his tongue up the center of my chest and across my breast and by the time his mouth closes over my pulsing nipple, I’m completely overrun with sensations I’ve never felt before. I close my eyes and see stars.
“Oh, God.” I clutch the sheets in my fist, and he grabs my wrist and tugs the sheet loose and drapes my arm around his neck.
“Don’t hold on to anything but me,” he growls in my ear and bites my earlobe.
“Okay,” I pant and nip his chin with my teeth.
I arch my back excited and impatient for him to deliver me from my needs. He starts slowly, prodding, testing the ease of ingress until I whimper a curse and rock my hips up to take more of him.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. Because that’s what you deserve.” He fills me in one hard thrust that moves my body up the bed and brings his hips flush with mine.
I groan at the exquisite stretch and the overwhelming fullness of him.
I roll my hips and moan at the sparks of pleasures that fly at the friction we create.
His groan is guttural and his eyes are narrowed to slits as he gazes down at me.
“You’re always so wet for me, Sin. Always so fucking open.
” He drops his face into my neck, presses kisses to my throat and moves his hips in shallow, but forceful thrusts and out in one languid glide.
“Do you love it?” His breath is hot in my ear.
“Can you trust me to take care of you? Not just your body, but to be your partner?”
My eyes snap open and my heart drums against my ribcage. Below him like this, connected in the most intimate way I have never felt so vulnerable. “I trust you. But, I can take care of myself.”
He rolls his hips, brings a hand up to cup my cheek and looks down at me with blazingly bright eyes. “I know you can. I can take care of myself, too. I think you make me better. I think I make you better. I want you to trust me with things that matter.”
My heart bursts into a thousand butterflies and they flutter around chasing away the cobwebs of doubt I’d left up as a reminder of things that don’t serve me anymore.
Every crevice in me is filled with love for this man and I let him see it as I let down my wall completely. “You better not break my heart, Kwame Palmer,” I warn.
“As if I could,” he chuckles and pulls back so the broad head of him stretches my entrance and then he drives back into me and then wraps one big arm around me, cups my breast with his free hand and brings his mouth down over my nipple and sucks it while he starts fucking me in earnest.
He licks and sucks and bites my breast and makes me feel like I’m being revived inside and out.
“My good Sin,” he breathes against my neck and drags his lips up my throat. “You’re everything I thought I’d never find.”
Tears sting the back of my eyes and one escapes the corner of my eye. God, please let this be real. If I’m dreaming let me sleep forever.
He doesn’t rush, he’s fucks me until I’m slick with our mingled sweat and I’m sure the building tension is too much and I can’t feel anything but his hardness inside of me laying waste to my resistance and taking me higher than we’ve ever gone.
My body breaks in half with my climax and becomes a trembling mass of flesh and bone and the whole world seems within my grasp, everything I’ve ever wanted is already mine.
He hisses sharply and jerks out of me, his muscled torso sweaty and heaving. He bites his lip as he rolls the condom off and wraps his fist around his dick and kneels between my splayed legs and strokes himself until his sperm shoots out onto my stomach.
“I want to taste it,” I say and flush when his eyes grow wide.
“Fuck yeah,” he says and then straddles me and moves forward on his knees until he’s at my shoulders. His balls touch my chin as I lean forward and take his cum covered head into my mouth.
“Oh damn,” he groans and leans forward to rest a hand on the headboard, and I suck and lick until he pulls away and drops to the bed beside me, panting like he’s just run a marathon.
We lay there in silence staring at the ceiling for a minute. I turn my head to look at him. He’s got a hand pressed to his chest and his eyes are closed. “Are you okay?”
A smile cracks his face, and he opens his eyes halfway and turns to look at me.
“Better than.”
“You?” he asks and I roll to my side to face him.
“Luck is finally on my side.”
I look down at my stomach and know I should wipe it off, but I don’t want to.
I meet his eyes and my breath catches at the tenderness there and at the thought that fills my head. “I found my person.”
“It’s always been on your side. You just needed to shift a little so you could see it.”
“Well, thank you for helping me make that shift. Thank you for not judging me and for not holding me back.”
“Never. We’re a world of our own, and here, anything is possible.” He drops a kiss on my lips and rolls away and off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be back in a minute.” He walks to the bathroom and less than a minute later walks back with a towel rolled up in his hands.
He drops it on my bare stomach and I gasp at the heat. He picks it up and wipes me clean.
“That’s nice,” I say.
“Thank you.”
“I told you I’m nice,” he says and tosses the towel away.
He runs his hands down my hip bones and cups my pussy and smiles.
“I like that you don’t shave,” he murmurs, stroking my hair.
“I do. Just not everything,” I say with a giggle and then a moan when his finger finds my clit and rubs small circles.
He moves and scoops me up with him.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable.”
He drops me into the chair beside his bed and kneels in front of me.
He cups each of my thighs and drapes my legs over the arms of the chair so I’m wide open in front of him. Making me like an offering to him.
“Hello, my pet,” he speaks directly to my pussy like it’s going to talk back.
“Your pet?” I giggle.
“Yes. Mine.” He rests his chin on my thigh and gazes up at me. “I love you, I know you. You are my best friend. My secret garden. The master of my universe. The ruler of me. I’m not saying we’re immortal, but I think this could last forever.”
My heart is flying a thousand miles an hour, screaming at the top of its lungs when he lowers his head, almost like he’s bowing to it to pray, and then his tongue is on me, moving up, licking and setting the world on fire.
He parts my lips with his thumbs and runs his tongue along the inner seams. I arch my back and whimper his name.
His tongue prods my entrance, and I buck up against him and groan loud and long when his mouth descends on me. The flat of his tongue applies pressure as his lips suck and nip and his fingers find my nipples and tug and pinch and I am undone.
His mouth is inhaling and my heartbeat is so loud I’m not sure I’ll survive but when he takes me over the edge, I do so much more than survive.
I fly so high I swear when we kissed, I tasted the sun.