Page 35 of His to Possess

Laying her down, I crawl on top of her and kiss her deeply. Our tongues tangle and my hand finds her breast, gently molding it to my palm. Such a perfect fit. Just like the rest of her. I’m a little in awe because, yes, I’ve alway enjoyed sex. But what’s happening between us is other-level and in a league all its own. Nothing I’ve experienced even comes close to what I share with Blake. It’s a little disconcerting and a lot scary because what if she isn’t feeling what I am? I know this is all new for her and I need to know if she’s feeling the same.

First, though, I plan to fuck her senseless again. Christ, I don’t know what it is exactly, but I can’t get enough of her. It’s like she’s metal and I’m a magnet, drawn to her, unable to resist her. All I know for sure is she’s rocking my whole damn world and I am loving every single second of it.

Being inside of Blake is indescribable and it feels so goddamn good. I keep telling her that, too, as I thrust in and out. She feels like a heaven I’ve never known. Together, we reach the highest of highs and then float back down to Earth together, wrapped in each other’s arms. I slide out of bed, get a warm washcloth and gently clean between her slick thighs. Beautiful thighs wet with our combined release. The thought makes my dick twitch back to life. Holy hell, I’m more horny than a fifteen year old kid watching his first porn movie.

After getting rid of the washcloth, I drag her into my arms and begin dropping kisses all over her face, neck and shoulder. Anywhere my lips can reach. She giggles and pushes me away.

“That tickles,” she says.

“I love kissing you,” I murmur, throwing in a couple of nips.

“I love kissing you, too,” she admits. “And, honestly, I’ve never been very partial to kissing before.”

“Why not?”

“I guess because they were sloppy—and not in a good way.”

I nibble on her lower lip then lick it. “I’m not sloppy.”

“No, you’re perfect.” She sighs and sinks against me, and we turn on our sides, spooning.

Maybe my hold on her is a little too tight, but I can’t help it. She’s making me wonder all sorts of crazy things and at the top of that list—could we actually have a future together? She acts so strong and tough, but I see the tender and soft side of her, too—and I think I’m falling for her. She may not know it yet—hell, I’m just realizing it myself—but I vow to do everything I can to convince her to try things with me once we return to the real world. Inthe meantime, I plan to enjoy our time together in every possible way.

“It’s been a long day,” I whisper softly and press a kiss in her lavender-scented hair. “We should try to get some sleep.”

“Mm-hmm.”

She already sounds sleepy, so I kiss her again and bury my face in her fragrant hair, breathing deeply. It doesn’t take long for her breathing to even out and I feel her chest rising and falling softly. And, even though Blake told me she doesn’t usually sleep well, she’s the one who falls asleep first. Maybe because she’s exhausted or maybe because she feels comfortable in my arms. I’m hoping it’s the latter.

Whatever the case may be, I drift off shortly afterward, falling into the most comfortable sleep I think I’ve ever had.

The next time I wake up, I see a pair of gorgeous aqua eyes staring at me. “Morning,” I murmur, my voice thick with sleep. I can’t help the smile curving my lips. I’ve never felt so satiated in all my life and I stretch, feeling like an absolute king. On top of the fucking world.

Blake sits up and yawns behind her hand. “Good morning.”

Memories from yesterday begin swirling through my head and she interrupts my sexy thoughts when she asks, “How good are you with a gun?”

My eyes pop open, thoughts of a morning romp disintegrating fast. “Why?”

“Well, because I think it’s an important skill to have, especially in the position we’re in, and I’d like to have some target practice.”

“I know the basics, but I’ve only been to a range a few times.”

Her face lights up. “How about I teach you some things?”

“Seems only fair,” I murmur, crawling over and pinning her beneath me. I kiss her softly and she doesn’t hesitate to return it even though most women would complain about morning breath. “Since I taught you a few things the other day.”

She sighs, arching up beneath me, and I’m instantly aroused. “You certainly did.” Before I can take things further, she squirms away. “Now, it’s my turn. Get dressed, Mr. Rossi. I’m going to show you a few new tricks.”

“Coffee first,” I groan, and she laughs brightly.

I didn’t expect to spend my morning shooting guns, but I have to admit, I’m having fun. Blake is a great teacher and we’re being playful. Being with her is so easy, so enjoyable. I’ve never enjoyed a woman’s company this much. There’s no pretending or pretenses—we’re just being our true, authentic selves and it feels damn good.

After teaching me all the basics—from the proper way to hold the Glock to my stance to taking aim—I’m ready to start pulling the trigger. In the past, I never had any kind of proper training. I was just taught the basic gun safety rules then told to start shooting. But Blake takes her time teaching me little tricks and tips. I also like the way she gets behind me, pressing up to my backside really closely, and adjusting my arms and stance.

We set some targets up in the distance, just some cans on top of some logs, and Blake guides me through each shot. I get better and better, but the targets are pretty small, so I don’t actually hit any.

“It’s okay,” she assures me. “You’re doing great.”

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