Page 76 of One Love

“I know I’m not the most emotionally open person out there—“ I snort at her assessment then yelp when she pinches my nipple. To be clear, the jury is still out on whether or not I hated that. “As I was saying, I don’t always get flowery with my words but I do know this and I need you to know it too. I appreciate you, Dmitry.” Oh, fuck. I’m not talking or interrupting or, hell,I’m not breathing for fear she’ll stop. “I appreciate your creepy tenacity because it means I don’t have to ever ask, you just…get it.” I lean on one arm, my free hand clasping hers under the heavy fall of the multiple shower heads so I can lift it up to the middle of my chest and press hard against my sternum. Still, I don’t speak. “I appreciate that you never forget that we are two, a package deal, suffering from similar wounds that may or may not ever heal.” Fuck, my heart is beating so fucking hard I’m worried it’ll just take off and do a loop around Mars just for shits and giggles. “But mostly, I appreciate you for giving me all of you. No lies, no secrets, no ulterior motives. Just…you.”

At this, I turn around, both of my hands now firmly on her wet cheeks, not sure whether it’s from the water or from tears. Hell, maybe both. Tilting her head up so she can’t miss the intent in my gaze, I notice for the first time in probably ever, the finite part of her that isn’t strong. I see the teenage girl inside who suffered, the grown woman who lost deep, the mother who is scared of fucking up. I see the questions and the fears, the relief, too. Because for the first time, in this cocoon where nobody else exists, she can drop her walls and show me the real Jordyn O’Neill and, by fucking God, she’s nothing less than breathtaking.

“Hey, listen to me. You and me? We’re not perfect. We’re a little crazy and a little unstable with a small dose of coo-coo, but we are whole. Our imperfections, when you put them together, create the image of happiness. That’s all we can ever wish for, right?”

“Right.” Our mouths crash together under the rain of the shower and all thoughts of thank you and all that shit fly out the proverbial window. Pushing her back against the opposite tile wall, it’s my turn to press against her skin. To rub my front against her front. To push my cock between her legs and swallow her gasp as though it were my own.

No more witty one-liners, no more smart-ass remarks. Right now it’s about us, about this moment where our lives finally converge into one unit. One family. One love.

Falling to my knees, I take one leg and hitch it up over my shoulder as my mouth takes a moment to worship her pussy, all pretty and pink and so fucking eager for my tongue. Even in the steam and rain, I can see her cum seeping down the inside of her thighs and the sight does something primal to me. It awakens that deep, animalistic, part of me that likes to watch her be herself. Her true, violent, and hardcore self. The part of me that knows I’m in love with a woman who has too many facets to count and that’s okay. I’ll spend the rest of my life getting to know every one of her nooks and crannies.

But first, I’m going to start right here and make sure she knows I’m addicted to her taste and a goner for her pussy.

As my lips suck hard, my tongue lapping up every drop of her, she fists my wet hair and starts riding my face like a fucking cowgirl on speed and it’s glorious. The house is huge so she doesn’t even bother trying to be quiet, which means the tiled room is amplifying her moans and when they reach my ears they just turn me on tenfold.

When she comes, she comes with her entire body. Shaking and groaning, her fingers nearly ripping my hair from my scalp. Do I care? Fuck no. Not when J is nothing less than open to me.

As she lifts her leg from my shoulder, I get back up, facing her, and grin.

“Wanna share my meal?” I don’t wait for an answer and let our lips and tongues do all the communicating. “Turn around, Little Demon, my dick’s begging to get inside.”

Not a second’s hesitation from J. She turns, spreads her legs, and arches her back like a good girl about to get filled up like a bad girl. After all of the emotional unpacking from mere minutes ago, we’re both ready to just fuck it all out. This is one of our lovelanguages and her consent is as beautiful as anyI love youshe could ever speak aloud.

This round is hard and fast, her pussy taking me deep, squeezing my cock like it wants to choke it dry, and I just might let her. Wrapping one hand around her wet braids, I pull her head back while gripping her hip with my other fingers. It’s a bruising fuck, a fuck that owns and takes and delivers a million promises of darkness and lust. A fuck that comforts her shadows and heals her wounds.

And I’m the one who can give her all that. Me.

“I need you to come all over my dick, Little Demon. Show me that you’re having the time of your fucking life. Pun. Intended.” My hips are slamming into her ass, theslap, slap, slap,of skin on skin is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard with the water making the sound louder and louder.

“Fuck, Dmitry, fuck!” And there it is, her entire body tensing, shaking, then releasing with an audible hitch to her breath that transforms into a long, howling plea for more or stop or I don’t fucking know because I’m coming completely undone. I think I growl, an actual animalistic sound that’s somewhere between a hungry beast and whimpering puppy. Jesus fucking Christ, I will never take a normal shower again.

“Fuck, baby. Can you promise me that every time we shower, we get complementary orgasms?” Then she does something so rare it stuns me silent.

Jordyn laughs. A laugh so carefree and natural and young that it takes me aback. It shocks me into some kind of alternate world where the mafia and the killings and the…fun…doesn’t exist.

“Yeah, Stalker Boy. Showers and orgasms are on the daily menu.” I grin when she turns back around and bites my lower lip.

“Let’s dry off and do that all over again. Except this time I want to tie you up and—“ She places her thumb and fingers on eitherside of my mouth, giving me a fish face before she speaks. I love her playful, it makes my dick hard.

Okay, everything she does makes my dick hard but that’s beside the point.

“If anyone’s getting tied up,baby, it’s you.“ Well, fuck. Okay. I’m down with that.

By the time we’d dried off and jumped on the bed, my dick was already eager for round two. For the first time, the foreplay comes only from her and it’s fucking amazing.

True to her word, my little demon ties me down like a pro. Between the belts and the scarves, she ties my wrists to the headboard and my ankles together as she kisses and licks and bites every available inch of me, before bringing her mouth to my dick and sucks any remaining cum she can find.

Then she does some crazy fucking trick with her tongue on my little cum slit and my dick goes full mast ahead, sailing like Jack Sparrow chasing his rum. Better than anything is my little demon swallowing every fucking drop of it.

As soon as she releases my bindings, I flip us over until I’m propped up on my elbows and looking down on her. “You’re really good at that, Little Demon. But I think you need more practice. Same time, same place tomorrow?” We chuckle at that as I bring my mouth to hers and it’s my turn to taste myself on her lips. And we taste fucking fantastic if I say so myself.

As my entire body lies on top of Jordyn, my cock slipping inside her wet and tight little cunt, I search her blue eyes for something, anything, that would give me more hope than just fucking. Like a small flicker of blue light, she gives me exactly what I need in a way that is purely Jordyn O’Neill.

“You can stop looking at me like that. Yes, I love you. Whatever, get over it. And I need to pee.” Fuck, I love this woman.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I already knew that the first time I fed you kolache. It’s my secret weapon.” My wet, spent cock pulls out of her warm, tight little pussy as I roll over to allow her access to the bathroom, watching her ass bounce from one side to the other with every step she takes.

“Stop creeping on me.” I laugh just as her phone starts ringing. “Can you see who it is, please?”

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