Page 13 of Beyond Reason

Her body is perfect in every way, and she’s so fuckin’ responsive I want to do everything to her just to hear her little satisfied whimpers. I kiss down her belly, and she sucks in a breath and holds it. She becomes tense underneath me, and I raise up. “What is it, Jane?”

Her eyes are clenched shut, and she shakes her head side to side. I want to taste her, hell, I’m dying to taste her, but I need to know she’s good before I do. “Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing. I’m not used to anyone touching my belly, that’s all. It’s fine.”

I raise up to look at the soft roundness of her stomach. Fuck, I get even harder, and I grip her, letting my hand knead into her soft skin.

“Grant,” she gasps.

I kiss her belly, dipping my tongue into her button before raising up. “Do you not want me to touch you here?”

She stares at me wide-eyed. “I’m just self-conscious—”

I cut her off. “Self-conscious? You can’t be self-conscious with me. I think you’re perfect, Jane.”

She tries to swat at me. “I’m far from—”

Before she can get it out, I lean in and nip at her belly. “Fuck, you’re perfect, baby. If you’re not going to believe what I’m saying, then I’m just going to have to show you.”

I kiss down her belly until I reach the apex of her thighs. I shove her legs apart, fitting my shoulders between them. I must be taking too long because she raises up to look at me. When she sees me staring at her glistening pussy, her legs start to close, but I just smirk. “You’re mine now, Jane, and I’m taking what’s mine.”

I lean into her, inhaling her scent before I run my tongue from her opening to her swollen clit. I suck on her clit, and her hand tangles in my hair, holding me to her.

My hips pump, and my hard cock presses into the bed, needing relief but knowing that nothing will feel as good as burying myself into her softness.

All at once, her body tautens slightly before becoming completely rigid. I don’t stop, though, because I want it all. Over and over, she convulses as each wave of her orgasm takes hold of her. She’s praying, grunting, screaming, and praising my name in the span of a minute.

I want to take her and make her officially mine, but I feel like I’ve already pushed her to her limit.

With a few more kisses, I climb up the bed and lie next to her. My cock is so hard it’s painful, but I do my best to ignore it. Jane is panting as she rolls over toward me. “I’ve never… damn, Grant, uh, you really know what you’re doing.”

I grunt. “No, we’re just good together.”

Her hand goes to my chest, and for the first time, she’s looking in my eyes without any hesitation. Her hand starts to dip, and when she gets to the waistband of my shorts, she runs a finger along the top, pushing it under the material. I grab on to it to stop her.

“Are you sure?”

She smiles at me cheekily. “Am I sure I want you inside me? Yeah, I’m sure.”

I push her onto her back and hover over her. “Jane, when I make love to you… when I bury my cock so deep into that perfect little cunt and you milk me dry, you’re going to be mine. There won’t be any doubts about who you belong to or how I feel about you. There’s no changing your mind.”

She positions herself so that my hard cock is right at her entrance, and I lower myself just a little as I slide against her sodden pussy.

She lifts her hips. “I was yours seven years ago when I said I do. I was yours while you were halfway around the world and back again. I am yours now and always will be. But you’re mine too, Grant. Remember that. If you take me… if you make me yours, then you’re mine too.”

Her words are like a promise, and I can’t hold back any longer. I peel my shorts off and let them fall to the edge of the bed. Wrapping my hand around my girth, I position myself at her entrance. Slowly, I enter her. The deeper I go, the wider her eyes get.

Her pussy is like a vise, and she clenches on to me. I’ve never felt anything as good as she feels right now.

I push into her until I’m buried into her depth. I wait for her to adjust, and when she lifts her hips ever so slightly, I pull back and then thrust into her again.

“Yes….” she groans.

Over and over, I push and pull, saying her name, telling her how good she feels. She pulls her legs up, taking me in deeper.

I lean over, pressing my lips to hers, devouring her in an all-consuming kiss. “Tell me you’re mine, Jane. I need to hear you say it.”

Her eyes roll into the back of her head. “I’m yours, Grant. I’ve always been yours.”

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