Page 34 of Just One Night
Ella
One Year Later
“Oh....please, Sir.” I whimper so loud it echoes back at me from the boulders surrounding us.
“Louder.” Knox grunts as he watches me from between my legs, his eyes wild, and his tongue weaving magic against my aching pussy.
I flush, hands digging into the earth beneath me, hips bucking as I cry out louder. Begging, pleading, screaming for more. Knox smiles wolfishly up at me, biting hard at my clit as I detonate, the stars overhead spiraling beautifully as he holds me down to earth while I come.
And, still, he licks, still he fucks me with his mouth, his fingers and his tongue. I gasp and shudder beneath him, coming a second time, hands clawing at the dirt, at his shoulders, pleading silently. Silence does not work with Knox. He wants my sounds, my pleas, wants to hear me tell him I need more.
“Fuck you are so beautiful when you come apart for me, baby.” Knox's voice pours over me as he climbs between my legs.
Peering up at him, watching hungrily as he strokes his cock, eyes gleaming as he aims it between my legs, I smile. I laugh and he does too. A laugh that turns into a shared moan as he pushes inside me, pinning my arms above my head as he takes my mouth. And then, he fucks me.
Slow.
Hard.
Deep and good.
We come together but still he rocks into me, staring into my eyes with the skies sparkling overhead. Just like my fantasy. I have dreamt up plenty of fantasies with this man. Every time I tell him a new one, he can't wait to make it come true.
Knox is good at giving me everything.
After I moved into his place last summer, he gave me a home. I love our place with its earthy colors, the breathtaking view and maid service. In exchange for keeping Knox from going mad when I leave things out of place or wreck the kitchen trying to cook for him, I treat them to Morty's finest cheesy dogs. It's a win-win.
Knox gave me a love of the city, too. Took me to all his favorite places and made them my favorite places. Held my hand as we walked the busy streets, took me shopping and out to fancy dinners. Our strolls through the park, almost always ending up on my favorite hill with him buried inside me, is my favorite place of all.
And, Knox gave me love. Knox gave me him.
We shared all our details, even the tough ones. Ones I never shared with another soul. I told him about my mother's abuse, about how leaving with a man I didn't truly love seemed my only escape. Knox told me about his own mother, how she made him believe love was conditional, fleeting.
“It's not. You showed me that. I love you no matter what. Even if you burn dinner or set the place on fire. Even if that cat takes my spot on the couch or you get angry at me for working late. I love you through it all.”Knox explained during our first months together when we talked about what we had given one another. What we had taken from the other.
I had given control up to Knox. Did as I was told when I was told. I needed him to take that control. In return, he gave me what I had always been seeking. Knox took care of me; he saw to it I felt loved, wanted, cherished and safe. Things I had never felt before him.
We worked together. We fit with one another like we had found a missing part of ourselves. I followed his rules even when he broke them. I greeted him on my knees every night and if he pushed his cock against my lips without even a hello, I made him come anyway.
Because, later, he would spend hours between my legs, showing me he loved me the best way he knew how.
“I love you.” We whisper it together in the darkness of the park, staring into one another's eyes as our souls connect more than our bodies ever could.
“Little fuckers better get to work.” I burst out laughing as he pumps his hips, making a show of filling me with his seed.
We discussed kids in the future but the past few months, he's been on a mission to make that future start now. Think it's because his favorite assistant, Natalie, being pregnant kickstarted his daddy clock. I am not complaining. Sign me up for a soccer team of little Knox's.
After a rough few months working things out with Taylor—who realized too late what Ora was all about—Knox sold a percentage of KL back to his best friend. While things won't ever be the same between them sadly, it means he spends more time with me lately. Most of it doing his dandiest to knock me up. Again, not complaining.
“Chastising your seed, daddy?” I giggle as he growls, shoving his cum covered cock back in to me with a laugh.
“Fucking right, baby. Better find where the fuck they need to go. Need to fill that pussy up, get me some fucking heirs. Want to see you soft and round with mini dancers.” Knox smiles as he kisses me softly, smoothing his large hand over my belly.
As I watch that hand, my eyes focus on the thick gold band. Tears fill my eyes as the sight of it makes me feel the weight of the huge stone on my own left hand. Less than two months after he brought me back home, he loaded me back onto that same plane. We were married on a beach with the skies sparkling over head. Just Bilbo attended.
Knox works so hard to give me everything, to provide for me, protect me; I don't know what I give him in return. Except my love. My submission. Me on my knees for him, giving him whatever he asks of me, letting him take whatever he needs from me. That's what I give him.
Oh, and....
