Page 110 of Creed
He ran his thumb along the edge of my lace panties, teasing me and touching me where I wanted him the most. He took his time caressing me while his free hand cupped my breast, his soft lips hungrily nipping and sucking along the sensitive flesh. The rough, calloused pad of his finger stroked me as he growled, “So fucking perfect.”
Jameson alternated between my breasts, all while lowering my panties down my thighs. He tugged at them with agonizingly slow movements, reveling in the impatience building within me. My hands raked through his hair as I pulled his mouth closer.
Jameson’s touch was always possessive and full of need, and sometimes rough in the most delicious way. He always seemed to know what my body and mind needed, and he gave it without question. Tonight, he knew I needed slow and gentle, and that’s exactly what he was giving me.
I could feel the smooth fabric of the lace slipping over my skin as my panties finally reached my ankles, and it only added to the anticipation. The warmth of his breath caressed my skin as he began to shower my stomach and thighs with kisses. My body began to tingle in anticipation as the bristles of his beard brushed against my center.
“Jameson,” I whimpered with need as my hands dropped to the sheets, clamping down. I felt his tongue sweep against me as his fingers eased inside me, and his tongue swirled around my most sensitive spot. As he continued to tease me with his mouth, I became lost in the sensation. I was close to the edge when my hands drifted to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I panted, “Yes,” over and over again.
I was still in a haze when Jameson eased off me, reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. In a blink, he was back on top of me, centering himself between my legs. I smiled in satisfaction as his cock brushed against my clit, sending lust-filled chills down my spine. Our eyes met, and everything stilled.
In that moment, there was no doubt in my mind that he loved me. He’d proven it time and time again. I loved him too, and I had every intention of showing him exactly what he meant to me.
His lips pressed against mine as his warm hands roamed all over my naked body, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. Iopened my legs wider as he slowly slid inside me, making my breath catch in my throat. Seeing that I needed time to adjust, he stilled and kissed me along the curve of my neck and shoulder.
Seconds later, my nails bit into his back as I rocked my hips against him, urging him to move. He pulled back and entered me again, slow and steady. I arched my back as his pace quickened, and it wasn’t long before he reached that unrelenting rhythm that always drove me over the edge.
Waves of ecstasy crashed over me until the dam finally broke and my body was flooded with the all-consuming rush of my climax. He continued to drive into me, deeper and deeper, until he found his own release. With one last thrust, a satisfied growl echoed through the room.
His breaths were ragged and deep as he dropped his head to my chest. With his hands drifting along the side of my hips and up to my waist, he whispered, “Mine.”
The tips of my fingers lightly trailed the length of his back as I responded, “Yes, I’m yours. I always have been.”
He slowly rolled to his side, pulling me gently over him as his back fell against the mattress. I immediately curled into his side and rested my head on his shoulder. His fingers brushed through my hair as he said, “I don’t want to wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“For you and the kids to move in. I want to do it now.”
“It’s a little late. We’d need boxes and tape and everything in between.”
“I don’t mean right this second, but I want to start packing you guys up in the next day or so.”
My chest tightened with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. I wanted to move in with him and start our lives together. There was no question about that. But moving was not fun, especially in the heat of summer. “Okay. But maybe we should consider hiring a moving company.”
“I’ve got a moving company, babe. They’re called Fury. Preacher was serious about sending the guys over. We’ll get it done. You don’t gotta worry about that.”
And he wasn’t kidding.
The next morning, three guys showed up at the house with a truck full of boxes and moving trailers. It was a little overwhelming, but in a blink, they had most of the kitchen and the living room packed up and headed over to Jameson’s place. I thought the kids would push back a little, but they didn’t. They seemed generally happy about making the change.
Maybe it was what they needed.
A clean break.
A fresh start.
I knew I was looking forward to it.
After a long day of packing and unpacking, we were all starving and ordered some pizza. We gathered around the kitchen island, and we were so hungry that we skipped the plates and just stood there in the middle of the kitchen as we stuffed our faces.
I was wearing shorts and a tank, and the kids were wearing something similar. Jameson, on the other hand, was in his usual jeans and black t-shirt and his biker boots. There was no way those were comfortable, especially when it was so hot. But the man never took them off, and it showed. They looked like he’d had them for years.
“Do you ever take those off?”
“Take what off?”
“Those boots.” I sighed. “They look like something you’d wear in combat. There’s no way those things are comfortable.”
