Page 20 of His Gift
Silence. She's a proud little thing. I'm proud too, but maybe I should budge for her.
"Can I join you?"
The sheets rustle, and she says a breathy "Yes." In a minute flat, I discard my suit, throwing it on the floor without even wincing at the idea, and I have my gift wrapped in my arms. Finally.
"No funny business."
"Why?"
"Are you seriously asking? I shouldn't have let you stay in the first place. You fucked me when I was unconscious. You kidnapped me. I should put so many miles between us! I should put prison walls between us!"
"Then why aren't you?" Of course she doesn't answer. "Because deep down you know I'm right."
"No! And you should admit your wrongdoings. You can't believethatwas a good way to woo me. Please tell me you didn't think it was."
I shrug. I did. She knows I did. Looking at it from her perspective, I understand what she's saying. But I've not touched her when she didn't want me to…
"You're thinking about all the reasons why you're right, correct? You're telling yourself you respected my wishes when I told you to stop. But it's the premise that's flawed."
"Fine. Maybe. I can't say I'm sorry when it led me here."
We stay silent. But she hasn't rejected me. She hasn't pushed me away even when we were basically arguing.
"What do you want from me, Conrad?"
"I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I want to know everything about you. I want to see the world together. I have enough money that neither of us will ever have to work again."
"I'm not quitting my job."
"Why?"
"Because I'm good at it and it gives me independence. Without it, I could never have divorced my ex. All my parents' money has gone into caring for my father and I don't want a cent from my ex, so I've got nothing to fall back on if things go sideways. And I've not even decided what to do with you. I've let you stay today. That's all."
"Now you're just aiming to hurt, sweet girl."
With a shrug, she falls silent again. Fine. I adjust her in my hold. She has on shorts and a T-shirt, while I'm only in my boxers, so there's a lot of skin contact between us. I'll make it work for tonight.
When she doesn't relax, I start petting her, running my fingers through her lush hair, over her soft skin. Fuck. Every inch of her is perfect. And she doesn't protest but melts deeper into me, finally relaxing.
I should ask, but I don't. I don't want another rejection.
I cup her breast gently, moaning at the fullness in my hand, and rub her peaked nipple until she arches into me. Then I slip under her T-shirt and the heat of her skin and the roughness of her taut bud go straight to my head. Pushing her on her back, I remove her clothes as fast as I can. Her hands latch behind my nape and I let her guide me back to her nipples. She tastes good all over. And she moans so fucking pretty, pushing herself deeper into my mouth, against my tongue. I want to take it slow, to taste every inch, but her pussy calls me like a siren. I kiss a path from her chest to her pussy before moving her legs apart as far as they can go and licking her from hole to clit. She buckles under me and I lose my mind a little. I'm on her, tracing every part of her with my tongue before latching onto her clit. My fingers find her entrance and she flutters around the tips. Holy fuck. She's wet, getting wetter by the second and moaning so softly, so beautifully. I want to make her come. I don't even care that I'm still suffering from denying myself last night. I need her cries of pleasure. I want to make her shake, lose her mind. Maybe she'll finally see what her body already knows: she belongs to me. With me.
I slide deeper inside her, hooking my fingers until I find that special spot. She's so sensitive. Just a few more licks and a decisive suck on her clit send her over the edge. But I happen to know she likes when I add layers of sensation one on top of the other. So I find her anus and push a finger slicked with her juices inside—slowly, just pleasure—until I can fingerfuckher in both holes at once. I'd grow another limb just to be able to go back to her tits.
When she comes again and pleads with me to take her, I finally can do that too. I kiss her, making love to her mouth, play with her nipples, and urge her to wrap her legs around me so I can slide inside her and work on her ass at the same time.
She's still contracting from the last orgasm and I have to go slow, but when I'm finally deep inside her, we both breathe a sigh of relief, as if it was how we were meant to be all our lives. For sure, my cock has never found a more perfect fit.
I adjust her so I can bottom out with each thrust, pounding her, my fingers deep in her ass, my mouth glued to hers. And fuck, she comes again, her pussy claiming my cock with such deep pulls that I'm a goner.
When we stop moving and our breaths even out, I reluctantly let her go, only for a second, just to turn her around and squeeze her to my chest. Against my hard-pounding heart.
"I don't understand."
"What?"
"You said you were leaving. That you were going to show me how disappointed you were. So you understood it was a lost cause. Why are you here? Why all this?" I really don't like her sad tone. I thought it was so obvious. Nothing about us is obvious to my gift.
