Page 32 of Under the Influence
“Iknow.”
This time my head flies up. Cupping her damp cheeks. “What?”
“I know you loveme.”
“Fuck yes I do. And, you loveme.”
She nods between my fingers. “But I don’t think I can take getting hurtagain.”
“You won’t. I swear to God youwon’t.”
So fucking close. We might actually be back. Well, with one more thing to prove myself to her. That I’m not always a stupid bastard. I mimic her request from last night. “Make love to meBooks.”
A slow smile draws up her cheeks before laughter fills the dimness as her chin lifts. I can’t fucking believe it. She laughs at me. My cock stirs back to life from her impudence. I’m trying to be fucking romantic and serious and genuine, and she’s fuckinglaughing.
Fine. But she should be fucking prepared for my response to her sassiness. All of her humor melts just like her resolve when I rub the heel of my hand across her clit. I’m not fucking kidding around anymore. I can get my girl off in less than two minutes with just my palm. I fucking love that about her. That I’m the only person who knows the secret to making her come so easily. Who will ever be the only man to elicit such a huge orgasm out ofher.
Delicate fingers entwine with mine helping driving me deeper, swiveling back and forth to ebb and flow the pressure. I practically hunch her thigh with my cock, keeping time with our pleasure to her glorious pussy. “You like thatangel?”
“M-more...please...I…”
Now I’m the one smirking. I dip down and meet her lips, parting for me and delving into my mouth. Copying the frenzied rhythm of our coupled hands captured between our hips. Fuck me if she doesn’t taste like the purest heaven. I need more too. I need all ofher.
Protesting the loss of my touch, she grabs for me when I lift up. Short fingernails digging into my triceps from her demand for me to keep fucking her with my fingers. God, I’m a pussy bitch but I love that she doesn’t want to let me go. We’ve got plenty of time to make up for what wemissed.
I climb off the bed followed every inch by her gaze. The wariness lining her stunning face as her chest rises and falls. Failing to catch her breath with the inferno raging between us. Her gorgeous body starts when I brush her hip bones and grasp her yoga pants and thong, sliding them down her toned legs. Which fall open the instant she’s bare. Her arousal glistening on her pink lips. Fuckingmagnificent.
Without any direction from me, she slowly lifts up her tank top over her head. Baring herself completely to me. I can’t help but work my cock with this tiny beauty laid out for me. Nervous fingers fiddle with the jewels at her waist while she watches me watch her. While I burn this image into my brain. Her glorious gift forever ingrained in my mind until my eyes close for the finaltime.
Scarlet flushes her soft cheeks and her gaze breaks as she nods toward thenightstand.
“We should use acondom.”
I’m between her legs in a heartbeat. Sliding across the mattress until we’re chest to chest. Cradling her delicate head in my hands while her fingers thread through mine. “Never. I need to get youpregnant.”
“You really areinsane.”
“I know what I want. Wife, bunch of children, house with a huge yard. The whole fucking thing. Withyou.”
“I don't care what you say. I amnotdriving aminivan.”
Like she won’t be chauffeured everywhere she goes for the rest of her life. “You’ll drive whatever the fuck I tell you to drive when my baby’s in your belly and my kids are piled in thebackseat.”
Her thighs squeeze mine in response to my chauvinistic attitude. But she fucking loves it and she knows it. Because we both know the real truth now – she fucking owns me. I’m forever at hermercy.
Except in bed. I’m always the boss. Just the way shelikes.
I smother her argument about “kids plural?” by plunging my tongue into her sweet mouth, rocking my hips against hers. She moans, sucking in my bottom lip. Driving her fingers through my hair. Ready for me to take her again. To make her mine. To make ourbaby.
Caressing down her rib cage to her hip to her pussy, I lightly circle the sensitive skin before stroking her swollen clit with my thumb. “You want my fingers or mydick?”
Her delicate body’s on fire. Hips and head both lifting, straining to find me. To find the ecstasy we both desperately need. "I-I don'tknow..."
My lips curl into a smile against her throat, breathing in her honeysuckle scent. Drunk on this woman as sweet and innocent as the flower she imbues. "You don't know what Chryseis? You don't know you're everything I've ever fuckingwanted?"
Fuck me if she doesn’t find my hand and guide us to my aching cock. Twitching like a live wire from our simultaneous stroking. Pleasuring me and torturing herself at the same time. Crying out when I rub the head between her drenched folds. "You don't know that I love you, and sometimes it scares the fuck out of me howmuch?"
I palm her pussy again and spread apart the petals of her pulsing clit. "You don't know that when you come it's the most fucking gorgeous thing that I've everseen?"
