Page 66 of North
“Let’s focus on our game plan and figure out how to turn this fucked up situation around. Once we’re in the clear then we’re going to celebrate properly,” I said. With that, we went back to making sure my statements were airtight. Tomorrow, Melanie would meet with the prosecutor and see where we were with Sierra wanting to press charges. Hopefully, she realized how fucking stupid she was and decided to call the whole thing off.
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I couldn’t sleep once I wound down for the night. Thankfully, North slept like she didn’t have a care in the world. As I watched her rest, I chose the perfect colors to paint her with in my mind.
She stirred things in me that forced me out of bed at two in the morning so I could go into my art studio and paint. I needed to get the ethereal image of her out of my head and onto canvas. I began mixing colors furiously. Reds and oranges. Whites and browns. Blues and grays.
I stared at my palette and felt good about the choices. After that, inspiration flowed from my fingers to the paintbrush. I felt a masterpiece in my bones as my muse beat through my heart.
I painted for a couple of hours until fatigue finally caught up with me. I hated painting while I was sleepy because it made my lines and strokes wobbly. I cleaned my brushes and laid them out to dry before returning to bed.
I was shocked to see North awake and sitting on the bed with a bag of watermelon Sour Patch candies, scrolling through her phone. Her blue eyes lifted to mine and she smiled. “You done painting?” She asked.
She patted the space beside her on the bed and I climbed in happily. I pulled her close to me and rubbed her stomach. “For now. You knew I was painting and you didn’t come in?”
“I knew you were in the zone. I didn’t want to interrupt.”
Her hands traced the speckles of paint on my knuckles and fingers. Her light touches filled me up with electricity. I dug my fingers into her jawline and kissed each of her lips before sliding my tongue into her sweet mouth. She tasted like sugar and watermelon.
Sweet summer.
My North.
My kisses fell from her full lips to her warm neck. I sucked on her flawless skin biting and sucking my way to her shoulder watching passionate red bruises blossom. Seeing the mottled marks coloring her body turned me ravenous and possessive. I needed to claim her again and again. I needed to cement myself to the real world through everything North breathed into me. All the love and reassurance. All the faith and peace.
“Kane,” she breathed my name into the air while she pushed her fingers through my thick hair. My hands tore at the stretchy tank top she wore until her full breasts popped out. How had I not noticed how full they were? How fucking suckable her nipples were?
I took time to notice while they were in my mouth though. I slid my tongue back and forth letting her soft panting steer me. I was hungry though and there as only so much steering that could be done.
A growl rumbled through my chest as I pinned her dainty wrists above her head and found her tits with my tongue and teeth again. Every yip and whine made my dick feel like titanium.
I’d become obsessed with North’s body and I couldn’t pry myself away from her. She was carrying my child. She loved me unconditionally and the feeling was so damn mutual.
With my free hand, I found the wettest, hottest spot between her legs. I teased her clit for a while but once her tangy-sweet scent filled my nostrils I turned into a savage creature. I pinned her thighs as far apart as they would go before dipping below her navel and pulling her swollen pink clit into my mouth. I sucked on her like I was on my last dehydrated breath. I nibbled on her lips, I lapped up every sweet drop, I groaned into her slick heat unable to satiate myself. I was a madman licking the silky insides of her thighs dealing deliberate and torturous tongue strokes to her stiff clit. I could gorge on her and still not consume enough.
I ate her pussy like it was the last meal I’d ever see. I ate her pussy like I’d get thrown back in jail for an indeterminate sentence. I wanted every sugary drop of North on my face.
“Oh, god Kane! Don’t stop, please!” Her slender hips bucked against my mouth, coaxing deep groans of pleasure from me.
“I’ll never stop tasting your pussy, Shortcake. You are mine forever. This…” I eased two fingers inside her tight pussy and curled them upward, making her slice the air with a gasp. “This is mine forever too.” I didn’t just mean physically, I meant the charge that we got from fucking and making love. The energy that burned through me when I was buried deep inside of her. The taste of her on my tongue. The taste of cherries. The sweet zip that forces your eyes closed and draws a deep groan from the pit of you. That’s what would always be mine.
Nobody else would ever have the privilege of knowing how wet North got or how high-pitched her moans could get. I might not have been her first but I was damn sure her last.
I fixed my mouth back to her soaking wet pussy and finished devouring her from the inside out. I felt her thigh muscles stiffen first. Her calves locked up next. I looked up at those blue eyes and saw the most beautiful sight.
If I never saw another thing…another color or work of art as long as I lived I’d treasure the look on North’s face when I made her come.
Her plump lips parted as she sucked in air. Her stunning thunderstorm eyes crackling to life, tears rolling into the hollows of her ears as I pulled beauty from her. She trembled against my mouth before going limp and exhaling.
I wasn’t done though.
I pulled my shirt off, tossed it to the side then took my sweats and boxer briefs off. My stiff cock bobbed out, heavy and begging for North’s tight pussy. I motioned for her to turn over and her eyes got wide.
“On my stomach?” She quizzed.
“You know what I want,” I told her, fisting my dick from base to crown. I wanted to fuck her until she cried. I wanted to dig into her and find the treasure of a second orgasm.
She did as I asked her and I kissed a line up her spine, nibbling as I went along. I spread her open for me and it was still a tight-as-fuck fit but god I loved the way she felt wrapped around me. Once I was fully submerged in her, she buried her face in the pillows and gripped the sheets in her fists, tugging them from the corners of the bed.
