Page 54 of Poisoned Roses

I have never met a woman like her and I’m not a man who ignores opportunities that come my way and she is more valuable than most.

So, as I kiss Tia hard and deep, my heart curls with pleasure and my mind is made up. We marry as agreed, but on my part at least it is no longer a business arrangement.

She shifts closer, not afraid to give back, and our kisses are loaded with the promise of unfinished business.

She pulls away and whispers, “I would like to continue my education.”

My heart quickens as she gazes shyly into my eyes and I cup her face in my hand and whisper, “Are you positive about that? You’ve had a lot to deal with.”

“No, Titus.” Her eyes flash with a hard glint that drags a smile to my face, and she forces a hard edge into her words as she whispers, “I am more determined than ever not to waste a second of my time with you.”

Her meaning is not lost on me. She believes this will be a temporary arrangement. I doubt it. I can’t imagine her not being the woman I wake up beside and fall asleep holding and so I merely nod, knowing that in our case our time together will be as long as I take a breath.

I nod, accepting her need for something she has avoided until now, realizing that any woman who came before her was merely just practice on my part. This must count – for her sake andso I grip her sweater and pull it over her head, her blue eyes widening as the cooler air hits her naked skin.

She shivers, but it’s not from the cold and I ease her sweatpants away from her body, discarding them to the floor where they join the rest of her dignity.

She is now naked and I am not, a fact that isn’t lost on her and she says huskily, “Let me help you with that.”

This time she returns the favor, no hint of embarrassment revealing itself, and just the gentle touch of her hands is enough to cause the blood to rush to my cock.

She wraps her hand around it with no nerves at all and her thumb pushes against my balls, dragging a soft groan from deep inside me.

She is curious and I allow her to explore my body with touch, both with her hands and her soft mouth. She presses kisses on my chest, her hands working my cock and as she moves lower, she picks up where she left off the other night.

When she slides my cock home, it certainly feels like that, and her soft gentle pressure turns me on far more than any seasoned woman who has been there before. Knowing it’s Tia makes it more special, and I never understood how emotion was the most pleasurable part of the physical act.

She takes her time, exploring with a curiosity that I love and when I reach my limit, I grasp her arm and spin her around. Her back slides against the silk sheets as I grip her tiny waist and my deepened kiss forces her head back against the pillows.

Her soft moan spills into my mouth as I increase the pressure, passion overtaking complacency. She has explored enough. Now it’s my turn and as my chest drags against her soft breasts, my cock twitches against her thigh, desperate to conquer new territory.

“Titus.” She moans against my lips as I allow her to breathe and I love that my name is the first word she says. My teeth grazethe flesh on her slender neck, my stubble scratching my name into her skin.

A rush of heat fires up my heart as I drag my lips across her body, stopping at her breast as I take it into my mouth, my tongue brushing the hardened nipple, puckered for my pleasure and her moans gain in volume as she arches against me.

“Oh my God.” Her beautiful voice encourages me and my head dips between her thighs, desperate to taste the sweet sugar between them. A lengthy lick from back-to-front coats my tongue in pleasure and she cries out, her breath catching on a promise that this will only end when I say it does.

I edge her sodden lips apart to drive mine deeper, desperate for more, conscious she is unraveling me from the inside out. I am fast losing control as I sample every inch of her and I press my thumb on her swollen clit, loving the fresh burst of release it creates.

She is so ready, achingly so, and my cock is almost painful as it waits for the moment it enters the promised land.

I know she is a virgin, and I am clean, so using a condom isn’t a consideration right now. I doubt she is on birth control and I’m not going to ask because planting my seed inside her womb is another reason to keep her with me. I am ruthless. I don’t care. I want Tia and I’ll do everything in my power to keep her and if we make a life tonight, I will consider it a blessing.

I shift between her thighs, staring down into her glittering eyes, as I whisper hoarsely, “Are you sure about this?”

Her shy nod is accompanied by a soft, “Please, Titus.”

I stroke her soft cheek and stare deep into her eyes and my voice is husky as I whisper, “This may hurt.”

“It won’t.”

Her words are delivered on a soft groan. “I’m a dancer and if I can do the splits, I’m certain I can do this.”

I chuckle softly, loving the impish grin that crosses her delicious lips and then my cock jerks angrily, reminding me its patience is running thin.

I say no more and staring with a hunger at her the entire time, I ease slowly inside her, stretching her walls that hold my cock with a reverence that blows my mind. She smiles with no other reaction than pleasure and I marvel about that. It’s as if this a Cinderella moment when the slipper fits, as we join together in slow delicious certainty that this is what fate had planned all along.

She arches up, dragging me in deeper as she smiles into my eyes, pleasure drifting across her face as she bites her bottom lip.

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