Page 22 of Praying Mantis

Louisa

Looking up at Sean as he places one knee in between my legs on the bed, I say, “When you look at me like that, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.” Sean pauses for a brief second and just looks into my eyes. His stare is so intense I swear he can see into my soul. It’s so all consuming and powerful I cannot stop the tear that slips from my eye.

“Acushla, but you are the most beautiful woman to me. From the moment I wake up to when I go to bed, my thoughts are of you. Now before you tell me how dangerous my job is and being distracted, I know that. I also know that when I’m not devoted to keeping myself and others safe, I’m also devoted to you.” The tears flow down my face, and I know I have found the person I want to go through life with. The good to the bad, and yes, I’m beyond scared to lose him if or when he finds out about me being the Praying Mantis he’s been searching for.

“Sean, make love to me.” I barely get out my sentence when Sean hooks his arms under my thighs and yanks me to the edge of the bed.

“Holy fuck that was hot.” Then without hesitation, Sean enters me in one thrust.

“Oh, fuck, I knew it. I knew you would feel like heaven.” His movements are almost erratic. “I can’t get enough of you, Louisa. If you were to leave, I don’t know if I could go back to life without you.” My heart feels like it’s going to detonate in my chest.

I grip my legs tighter around Sean’s waist and pull him down to me. The need to feel his lips on mine is overpowering while he fucks my pussy into submission. Feeling my orgasm building, and the sound of our skin slapping fills the air fueling it even more. I pull back a bit to look into his eyes, and all I see is love that shines back so fiercely that any doubt I had about what we were starting was gone completely.

My body becomes alive and my orgasm rocks through me, “I love you, Sean,”I whisper as I am coming down from my senses overloading climax. Sean suddenly stops, and fuck this is where he freaks out and my worst fear comes true. Sean places his hand under my neck and proceeds to lift me so we are eye to eye. “Acushla.” He pauses and I’m scared to hear the rest of what he is going to say in fear it will not be what I’m hoping for. “I love you too, Louisa, and I’m so damn lucky we found each other, kismet.”

I mentally fist pump. “Now, Sean, fuck me like you mean it.” Holy shit, did Sean just growl? Suddenly I’m tossed onto the bed and bounce.

“Fuck acushla, your tits are like a work of art.” I cannot stop the laugh that comes out of my mouth, but suddenly Sean’s tongue touches my clit. He pulls back and I start to protest. “Shh, baby, I am going to feast on your beautiful pussy, then I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you will feel me for the next day.” I swear that alone just made me come. He picks up my legs and gently rubs up and down my calves. Then he places my legs over his shoulder and places a kiss on my clit. All the air leaves my lungs. “Don’t tease, Sean. It’s not very nice.” Sean squints his eyes and smirks at me. “Hold on, baby.” Then he spears his tongue into me, then moves up to suck my clit into his mouth. Then, as if he’s craving my orgasm as well, he slides his two fingers into me. The tandem sucking, licking, and his fingers rhythmically going in and out of me has me flying. “Sean, shit, I’m going to come.” Then it hits me and those books you read where the heroine sees colors and feels as if they’re flying? It’s true. It’s a kaleidoscope of colors and my body is on fire with the need for more. “I think I died, Sean.” I’m trying to catch my breath.

“Petite mort.”

“Little death. You speak French too?” This man’s breaking every assumption I had about him. “Yes, but I don’t want to talk about the six languages I know at the moment. I want to make mind-shattering love to my beautiful woman.” Sean starts to kiss up my body, and as he kisses on my chest, he takes a nipple into his mouth, and sucks hard.

“Sean.” I don’t even recognize my voice.

“Does my acushla like a little pain? You’re my little vixen.” I pull up off the bed and kiss him.

Our tongues battle back and forth, and as I pull away trying to catch my breath, “Sean, no more talking, more fucking.” I hear him growl, and then he does just that. Fucks me speechless. A girl could get used to this, and for once, I’m not freaking out when I think about it.

Sean

It’s been three weeks since Louisa and I had the night of mind-blowing sex in her apartment. We’ve been trading off on whose apartment we’d stay at. It’s like a week on and a week off it seems. She’s everything to me and I can’t stop smiling. I haven’t had to travel a lot for work and the Praying Mantis has been quiet, which means more time with my girl. Today we’re heading to my parent’s house for Sunday dinner. I’m nervous about bringing her because I know my mother and she’s going to be planning the fucking wedding before we even get to dessert. My dad and I haven’t spoken since I stormed out months ago. I hate the distance between us, but he’s the one doing it, not me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have a good relationship with him until he understands I’m not the one to take over his business and that I’m happy with my career. I knock on Louisa’s door before walking in.

“Baby, you ready?” I yell out. She’s pacing the living room. She looks beautiful in the black dress hugging her curves. “I’m canceling on my parents and we’re going to stay here while I fuck you in that dress.”

“Is it too sexy?” She’s running her hand down her dress. Her hair is straightened and her makeup is barely there, but enough to show some color on her skin.

“Baby, you could wear a trash bag and I’d still want to fuck you in it.” The blush which creeps up on her face makes her even more adorable. I walk over to her, and grab her hips to pull her closer to me. “Do you see what I have to walk into my parent’s house with? This is what you do to me.” I moan as her hands skim my crotch.

“I can take care of it for you before we leave.” She teases me. I try to scowl at her, making her laugh harder at me. She pushes on my chest, making me break the hold on her. “Let's get this night over with so we can get back here and fuck like fucking rabbits.”

“I love how you think. Tonight, we’re fucking on the dining room table,” I whisper into her ear as I smack her ass. She squeals. Louisa brings out a side of me, possessiveness and horniness. I feel like when she’s in the same room as me I’m that fifteen-year-old boy again and if the wind blows I'm hard.

I sigh as I park in front of my parent’s house.

“I don’t want to be here,” I whine like a child.

“That makes two of us, but your mother has been blowing up your phone since you’ve canceled twice on her because we were busy.” She teases me. We were busy at a bed-and-breakfast in a few towns over one weekend. Then we just stayed in my apartment the whole time. I got out of the vehicle not before telling her to wait. When I first took her out and we would ride together, I’d make her wait until I could open the door for her. Now she waits if she remembers, but I still remind her. We walk hand in hand. I ring the doorbell while I wait for John to answer the door. I kiss Louisa.

“I don’t want to stay longer than we have to. My father and I don’t see eye to eye on the family business.” I feel bad about keeping what it is he does from her, but it’s not who I am. Before I can say anything else, the door opens, and my mom is standing there.

“There’s my son!” My mom stands there with her arms wide open. She never opens the door.

“Máthair.” I step into the house, kissing her cheek. “This is Louisa. Baby, this is my mother Cara.” They shake hands. My mom is checking her out while Louisa smiles and tells her how nice it is finally to meet her.

“Your father won’t be with us tonight. He got called into a meeting.” I feel my shoulders relax. “Dinner is ready. Maeve will serve it once we sit.”

“You have a lovely home.” Louisa is making small talk with my mother and she’s more than happy to talk about all things decorating. The meal is pleasant and for once I’m sad to see it end so soon. There was no talk about weddings, which is nice. I can see myself marrying Louisa, seeing her belly swell with my babies. My mom is laughing at something Louisa says to her. It’s pleasant. My mom has liked none of the women I dated in the past, so this is new for me. I stare at the empty seat at the head of the table. It’s so weird dad isn’t here. Why didn’t mom reschedule with us? Is she doing this because Dad didn’t want to see me? I know we have a terrible relationship but he’d do anything for mom.

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