Page 67 of His Gift
"Why?"
"Because I like it. And because I trust you." Conrad caresses my cheek, then slides his fingers through my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. He must have kneeled in front of me because I'm pressed on his chest.
"What will you do if you want me to stop?"
"Bite you?" Conrad chuckles and kisses me again.
"Tap my leg?"
"Yeah, okay, that will do too."
"I won't come in your mouth, though. I want to make love to you."
"I want that too. And I want you naked."
"As my sweet girl commands." Conrad stands after giving me a last peck and then he removes the blindfold. "I want to see your eyes. Those blue, amazing eyes."
I blink a couple of times; he's dimmed the lights, so the transition from the darkness is easy, a comforting, low glow replacing the night. Then I watch him take off his clothes, deliberately teasing me. We can play the same game, though. I lick my lips, then bite my bottom lip, and Conrad pauses, a deep rumble vibrating from his chest.
"My sassy gift. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I obey while he takes off his boxers and stands in front of me in all his glorious beauty. I'll have to tell him I find him beautiful. For now, I hope he sees it in my lustful gaze.
Conrad palms his cock and I whimper. I truly want him in my mouth, but he's who he is and making me wait is his way. I keep watching while he strokes himself, then he brushes the tip of his cock on my tongue.
"One hundred percent sure?" I nod and he slides in, slowly, then retreats and slides a little deeper. Back and forth until he brushes the back of my throat and I gag a little. "Just tap my leg if it's too much, okay?" Hisfingers cup my nape and he pushes me forward, his hips picking up speed. I keep my eyes trained on his, relaxing my jaw, my head resting in his hold, enjoying every sound that comes from him, his blessed out expression. I'm in his hands, literally, and I trust him. I chose to let him in control. And he gave me a way out if needed. We couldn't be further from where we started. I couldn't be happier I gave in to his obsession.
"Enough for now." Conrad stops and slides out of my mouth, keeping the base of his cock held tight in his fist. "I need a moment, sweet girl. That mouth is… Fuck. Come."
He pulls me to my feet, his thumb brushing my lips tenderly, a longing look in his eyes, before we collapse onto the bed in a tight embrace.
"Marry me, Harper. I had the whole thing planned… I've had a ring for a long time… I wanted to make love to you first… but I can't wait. Marry me. Not today, not tomorrow, when you feel it's the right time. But promise me you'll spend the rest of your life with me. I want to spend the rest of mine with you. Every second we spend together, I want it more. Every time I look at you, I ache to know if you want the same. Do you?" The flood of words pours from him, each one charged with emotion, like a dam has broken within him. And his eyes plead with me as if I have the power to destroy him.
Marrying him.
I didn't want to marry ever again. It's too soon. We've just found a little peace. A rhythm. We've not lived together long enough. I can't reasonablypromise now that I will spend the rest of my life with him. He's come a long way, but I'll always have to fight for my independence. We've gone from one crisis to another and he can't be really sure about what he feels. He can't be sure I'm the woman who'll make him happy.
"Yes, I do." Because… fuck it. I don't want to be anywhere else than in his arms. I don't want to be with anyone else than him. And if I have to fight his stubborn, obsessive ass to the day I die, so be it. As he said, I'll die happy.
The silence between us grows heavy, making me doubt he heard me, before Conrad finally shakes his head and kisses me, breaking the spell. His lips own mine, his tongue slips inside my mouth and robs me of breath. Then he nudges my legs open and thrusts inside me, burying himself deep, making us both come, too sensitive and too emotionally raw to hold back.
fifty-two
Harper
Irace up the front stairs, my breath catching in my throat, and the door opens to Conrad, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he jingles my car keys.
"Forgot something?"
"Yes and I'm late!" He keeps the keys just out of my reach and bends down.
"I know. But youowe me a kiss."
Even though I'll be late to the first appointment of the day, I hang my arms around his neck and kiss him properly. I know Conrad hates me going to work—all the hours he has to spend away from me. And I appreciate he keeps it to himself.
"Now, keys. It's unfair to use your height against me." He chuckles and offers the keys on the palm of his hand. "Do you have the kids today?" The stinky eye he gives me serves as his answer. "Have fun, then!"
"Who's unfair now?" Conrad growls, but I'm already in front of my car and I just wave and leave.
Besides, it's his fault. He persuaded me that I didn't need more money since we were getting married soon. Which made me realize that, while it'll never bemymoney, it would be stupid to deny that I'm now rich. And I felt compelled to give back. What better way than opening a pro-bono law firm? Then I met a client whose kids were struggling in school. Conrad agreed to help, and now he has a weekly session with kids who need a little boost. He claims it's torture, but I know that deep down the discomfort doesn't compete with the satisfaction each time one of those kids reports a success.
